Since the day they signed the marriage certificate, the intimate moments between Xavier Grayson and Chloe Bishop could be counted on one hand. Each time, the encounter had ended in Xavier’s cold frustration, extinguished by Chloe’s palpable terror and the wooden rigidity of her body.
But this time...
Xavier listened to the ragged sound of his own breathing, the heat in his eyes suddenly replaced by a flash of predatory ice. A flicker of self-loathing and annoyance crossed his dark pupils, and he abruptly shoved her away.
Chloe’s back hit the marble side of the bathtub with a dull thud. Her brows knitted in pain, and she blinked her misty, almond-shaped eyes at him, looking utterly lost. Her face was flushed a deep, intoxicating crimson, her breath uneven—an unmistakable sign that, for t
