Craving Jessica

Chapters 7

Marcus's POV

My grip tightened on the steering wheel. My eyes stayed fixed on the road, but my mind was far from here because all I could think about was Jessica.

Her.

Her in that bathroom. m**********g.

Since when did it start?

Yeah, I know I’ve been sexually or maybe even emotionally distant from her lately, and I have my reasons for that. Personal ones I don’t want her or anyone else to know about. But then I’d given her everything. I'd made sure she had a good life. I gave her comfort and security she never had before; I even made her into someone people envy.

And yet she still does that.

Why? Because I refused to give her my c**k? No. There has to be something more than that.

From the look of things, that couldn’t have been her first time, the way her moans sounded. The way she moved and even how she acted after I caught her—everything gave it away.

But more than that, I want to know what was going through her mind while she did it. What or who was she thinking about?

It couldn’t be me.

No. Our marriage isn’t built like that. It never was, and she knows it.

So if it’s not me… Then who?

My grip tightened on the wheel, my eyes darkening as the thought hit me.

She wouldn’t dare think about another man under my roof. Not her. Not Jessica.

No way in hell.

She’s mine. Yes, mine and mine alone. I don’t care how she sees me. I don’t care if she’s happy or not. In my world, where power and money rule, love doesn’t matter. You don’t need it to get married, not when money is involved. You can buy whoever you choose to spend your life with. And I chose Jessica.

So she better not cross the line.

If she’s restless, I’ll handle it. She’s mine, and she’ll remember that.

Ethan's POV

"I touched myself while thinking about you."

Fuck, it’s been hours since she came down here to the cellar and whispered those forbidden words into my ear, and hell, I haven’t been able to get them out of my head. Especially that one God-damned statement. It’s clung to me like a moth stuck to a flame.

And it’s not even the way she said it that’s killing me. It’s the things it does to me whenever I think about it, the way I couldn't stop picturing it—her touching herself while thinking about me,

The hell… I gritted my teeth as I felt the familiar stir in my groin just by imagining it.

Fucking Jessica.

What kind of woman says something like that, huh?

I get it; she's the pretty messed-up type. Sure, for someone who had jerked me off under the table the first day we met. For someone who had gotten obsessed with me from just seeing my picture. She's the kind you would find in a club, not living as the perfect wife to my brother.

Does she even know the kind of game she’s playing?

She acts like the dutiful wife in front of Marcus but then comes down here to whisper things she knows she shouldn’t.

I groaned out loud, shoving the thoughts out of my head as I pushed myself up to my feet, my chest tightening with what I was about to do.

This has to stop. Yes, it has to. Earlier, when she came here, I had to pretend like her words and touch didn't get to me, though I’m sure she must have caught the slip in me. But now, alone, there’s no point in lying to myself—her words were still eating me alive.

I looked down at my slightly hard d**k and let out a low, frustrated groan. My mind was made up.

Fuck it. This ends now. I can’t let her keep unraveling me in ways I don’t want. She's Marcus's wife. What if he finds out? Also, I’ve also got Karin to think about.

No, I can’t let this go on. I grabbed my keys from the table and stormed out of the cellar, heading straight for their room.

But when I reached the door, my hand hesitated. The things she’s done to me crept back into my mind again—a cruel reminder of how my own body betrays me because of her—but then I forced myself to force them back and finally knocked on the door.

The door swung open in one slow creak. And there she was.

Jessica.

A sheer robe hung loosely over her body, the kind of thing you only see in your dirtiest dreams.

"Ethan?" Her voice sounded surprised, but seeing her like that almost knocked the words out of me. I caught myself fast.

"Look, I didn’t come here to say much. I just want you to know… this thing between us, it can’t work." I said, going straight to the point, though somehow it felt like I was lying to my own face.

"Really?" I saw her lips curled up into a slow smile. "Is that what you really want, Ethan?"

I frowned. "You don’t know anything about me to even tell what I want," I shot back sharply.

"Yeah, but I know for a fact your body gets tense whenever you’re around me. Like it is right now."

She stepped closer, and as she did, the robe slipped further down, giving me the view of her perfect peaches. Oh, God… help me.

I clenched my jaw hard and forced myself to look away anywhere but at her, but still she didn’t even bother to cover up.

"Ethan?"

"Cover up properly, Jessica."

"See? Your mouth says something, but your body says otherwise. You can’t even look at me while I’m like this."

Her hand started to reach for me, but I caught it before she could touch me.

No. I can’t let what happened in the cellar happen again. She doesn’t get to mess with me however she wants and get away with it. I came here to stop this, and I’m going to.

"Don’t f*****g tempt me," I growled, my glare fixed hard on her.

Her smile deepened.

"Fine, I’ll let you go. But seeing the way you’re acting now, I know you won’t hold out for long." She pulled her hand back and turned then to leave.

But as she turned, my eyes betrayed me again as I watched the sway of her hips, the way the robe clung to her in all the wrong places. A voice in my head told me to stop, but I was already too far gone.

I kept staring, hypnotized, my body reacting before my mind could stop it.

Fucking Christ.

The restraint snapped all of a sudden, and before I knew it, I grabbed her wrist and yanked her back. I didn't even give her time to process it before I claimed her lips in a rough, hungry kiss.

Her eyes went wide for a moment, but I didn’t give her the chance to recover. I shoved my tongue into her mouth, and being the eager b***h she is, she let me in, even moaning in the process and completely wrecking my head.

My hands gripped her waist, pulling her flush against me while my mouth devoured hers. Her sweet strawberry taste filled my tongue just as she moaned again, making it even harder to think. Without even thinking twice, I slipped my hands into her robe, cupping one of her breasts and giving it a slow squeeze.

"Oh, Ethan…" She broke the kiss too shortly to moan my name, her body arching into mine as her arms wrapped around my neck.

That sound… f**k, it made my c**k twitch even harder. I kept toying with her boobs at the same time as kissing her senseless, and for a moment I forgot everything.

Forgot she was Jessica.

Forgot she was Marcus’s wife.

Forgot we were standing here in his house and we shouldn't be doing this...

I let myself completely drown in the moment until I suddenly heard it—light, soft movement downstairs. My heart jumped immediately, and I broke the kiss instantly, stepping back like she’d burned me.

I glanced toward the staircase. No one was there; probably it was just one of the maids, but still my heart couldn't stop racing.

I looked back at Jessica again, and almost immediately the guilt came crashing down on me, weighing heavily in my chest like steel.

What the hell did I just do?

"Why did you stop?"

"Look, I'm sorry this...this wasn't supposed to happen; forget it," I said quickly as I stepped away from her. Immediately, while she continued giving me that unsatisfied look, I didn't care as I turned and made my way down the stairs, my thoughts spiraling.

What the f**k happened?

I'd gone there to confront her, so how the hell did we gofrom confronting to kissing...

Shit!

I cursed out loud, running my fingers recklessly through my hair as I tried to keep my disoriented thoughts at bay, but hell, nothing seems to be working, and at that mome

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I knew I was screwed.

I kissed Jessica?

Nice one, Ethan, because you just made everything worse. A voice in my head suddenly screamed at me.