Craving Jessica

Chapter 13: Her Psychopath Husband

Jessica POV

"Jessica?" The voice came unexpectedly from the door, slicing through the moment like a blade.

The moans caught in my throat died instantly. Ethan's fingers froze inside me.

That voice… Marcus.

My eyes snapped open at once, whipping toward the door just as the doorknob began to twist.

My breath hitched hard in panic.

Oh my… Marcus was coming in…

I jumped off the table so fast I nearly stumbled, pushing Ethan away in the process. My heart pounded painfully against my ribs as I made for the door. I didn’t even bother fixing the crease in my dress. The door had almost opened when I reached it—I yanked it open myself and slipped out quickly, shutting it before he could get a single glance at what was inside.

"Marcus?" I breathed heavily, a startled look on my face as I stood in front of him. He stopped instantly, his eyes locking on me, a deep scowl shadowing his face.

"What the hell were you doing in there? I’ve been searching the whole mansion for you," he growled, his tone sharp and accusing, eyes narrowing like he was trying to read me.

I swallowed into nothing, my pulse racing with fear and panic while my brain scrambled for a lie that would make him believe me.

"Uh… nothing. I was just… looking around," I finally managed, my voice catching slightly, the words clumsy and hot against my tongue. Inside, I prayed he’d just take it and move on.

But his brow pulled together as he squinted at me beneath his lashes.

"Seriously? You think I’m stupid? I heard your moans coming from in there—that’s how I knew you were here. So how exactly is that ‘just looking around’?" His words hit like a whip, his voice curling around the accusation, and I cursed myself silently for being too loud. But honestly, how could I not be, with Ethan handling me like that?

"Erm…" I opened my mouth but no words came. I gulped into nothing, my mind going blank. God, how was I supposed to explain this?

"Wait." His eyes narrowed further, suspicion deepening with each second. "It’s not what I’m thinking, is it? You didn’t come here to touch yourself, did you?"

For a second, I almost scoffed at how ridiculous that sounded—but then I quickly caught myself. This might actually save me. I remembered the vibrator he’d bought me before, telling me not to use it around him.

"Yeah… remember when you bought me that toy?" I forced a faint shrug, trying to make it sound casual. "You told me not to use it around you, so I came here to…" I let the words hang, watching his face twist into disgust and disbelief.

"Really? That’s it? Is that all you ever do—f**k yourself?" he hissed, his lip curling before he suddenly shoved me away from the door.

"Out of the way," he spat, moving toward it. My heart pounded so hard I could hear it beating in my ears just as a huge wave of panic washed over me.

OMG! Ethan was still inside. What if he—

My breath got stuck halfway in my chest as the door creaked open. I stole a quick glance inside…

And God, it was… empty.

Huh?

My brows furrowed in shock. When and how did he get out? Then it hit me—I had heard some shuffling inside while I was with Marcus, but panic and fear had drowned it out. Maybe somehow he’d found a way to escape.

Relief washed over me immediately, my shoulders dropping as I released a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. Marcus still stood there, staring into the room like he was expecting to find something hidden in the shadows.

I almost scoffed inside my head. What was he looking for? Couldn’t he see it was empty?

"What are you even looking for?" I asked, stepping closer, feigning confusion. He drew in a sharp breath, shut the door slowly, then turned to face me.

I glared at him.

"Seriously? You think I’m lying? I already told you I went in there to do my business, and you’re acting like there’s something more—"

"Yeah, because you lied to me when I first asked." His voice was low, edged with that quiet anger that made my skin crawl.

"No, it’s because you’re making a big deal out of everything lately!" I snapped back, the words firing out before I could stop myself. His face tightened into a deep frown immediately.

"What?! what’s that supposed to mean?"

"It means, Marcus, I’ve noticed it—ever since we got here, you’ve been paranoid about everything I do. You were overbearing before, but now it’s worse. So tell me—what are you so scared of that you have to act like this?" I threw the words at him, my pulse drumming in my ears. His breath hitched; something flickered across his face, but he quickly masked it under a cold, flat expression.

"You don’t know what you’re talking about."

"Oh, I know exactly what I’m talking about—"

"If you talk back at me one more time, forget the fact I don’t hit women, because I’ll make you regret it," he growled, his voice dropping, each word deliberate. I bit my tongue, forcing myself to stay silent.

"Look, you don’t know a damn thing. So do yourself a favor—keep your mouth shut and follow my lead," he said, his tone now more controlled, though no less dangerous.

"And maybe if you’d just come clean with me about everything, it wouldn’t be like this…" I said still, my voice edged with defiance despite his warning.

His eyes darkened almost instantly, a scowl clouding his face.

"Oh, I get it. This is because I won’t touch you, isn’t it?"

"Yes. You think you’ve got the right to be insecure about me when you’re not even doing your part as my husband." My voice was sharper now, fueled by the sting of his words earlier. He let out a humorless chuckle that died almost as soon as it came.

"Figures. You’re really bothered about that, huh? But I gave you a toy to keep you satisfied."

"Yeah… but can’t you see it’s not enough?" I said, letting hurt seep into my tone—not because I actually needed him, but because if I was going to ease my guilt for what I was doing with his brother, I had to stack the blame on him.

But Marcus, being the infamous asshole he was, didn’t even flinch.

"Of course it’s not enough" He spat eyeing from head to toe as though I was thrash.

"After all you’re nothing but just a horny b**ch, and no matter what I buy you, your pathetic little cunt will always come begging for more." His words were sharp, meant to wound, and they did. I tightened my fist in silent rage.

"Well, just so you know, I’m not gonna touch you" He continued still giving me that disgusting look. "Your pathetic little cunt can beg all it wants but God knows I won’t put my d**k in there. That’s the truth." He deadpanned firmly his tone flat and final, and then he turned to leave. But despite the sting of his words, curiosity still got the best of me and I couldn't help but ask.

"And why is that? Are you cheating on me?" I asked, my voice rough, probing.

He paused instantly and, with his back still to me, turned his head just enough to glare over his shoulder.

"Me? Cheat?" He scoffed lightly, but there was venom in it. "Why would I bother when you women are all the same? Despicable. And you’re the worst of them."

"So why marry me, then? You knew exactly who I was. Why choose me when you could have had anyone else?" My voice was tight, trembling under the anger I tried to keep contained.

"And what do you think?" He turned fully around, wearing that bored, lazy look I hated.

"No—you tell me. Because aside from parading me around as your beautiful wife, what do I actually mean to you?"

"And what else do you bring to the table besides your beauty?" he shot back, his words landing like a jab.

"Seriously, Marcus, you know I wasn’t always like this. You know I used to be the best in Marcom’s back then."

"Yeah, but your beauty’s what made you popular." His stare was piercing, and I found myself swallowing hard, my gaze dropping as he stepped closer.

God, I hated how he always had to remind me of the control he had over my life.

"Yes—your beauty, not your brains. Which means without that beauty, you’re nothing. And I…" He began circling me slowly, like a predator sizing up prey.

"I’m the reason you still have that beauty. Which means in everything you do, you belong to me, Jess…" His hand rose, brushing through my hair gently at first.

"Yes, you owe me, and there’s no way you can pay me back. That makes you mine…" His touch suddenly turned cruel, his fingers gripping my hair so tight my scalp burned.

I groaned, gritting my teeth against the pain, my head tilting under his control as he leaned down to whisper into my ear.

"The world sees you as Marcus Creed’s beautiful wife. And that’s exactly what you’ll always be. Try to find a way out, and I won’t hesitate to ruin you." His words were a dark promise, dripping with venom.

I felt my blood run cold immediat

ely, my breath hitching as the weight of his threat pressed heavily on me, reminding me once again of the psycho I married...