Craving Jessica

Chapter 9

Jessica POV contd

"Yeah. I figure you might need it instead of using your hands. Just don’t use it when I’m around."

For a second, I just stared at him. Not because of what it was, but because of the fact that he’d rather spend money on this than touch me himself. My stomach sank, but my face stayed calm. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me react.

"So you’d rather give me this than touch me yourself?" I asked, keeping my tone even. Not because I cared about his d**k, but because any normal wife would ask that in a situation like this.

"What, I thought touching yourself was your specialty? You must love it a lot more than my d**k, judging from how loud you were that day. You’ve never moaned that loud for me, remember?" His voice was smug, taunting, like he knew exactly where to stab.

I scowled so deep it almost hurt my face.

"Yes, and instead of thinking about how to fix that, you’re giving me this?" I raised the vibrator in his direction like it was trash—but hell, only God knows how much I’d cherish it. For the sake of appearances though, I had to pretend otherwise.

"Jessica, I don’t have time for this, okay? I’ve already given you something I feel is good for you. If you don’t like it, toss it aside, but don’t let me catch you using your hands on yourself ever again. I’m off." He grabbed his bag, slung it over his shoulder, and started for the door.

But just as he reached it, I couldn’t help myself. My curiosity slipped past my pride.

"But why don’t you touch me anymore?"

He froze instantly. His hand tightened on the doorknob, his shoulders stiff. With one swift move, he turned around, his face cold and rigid as hell. His glare burned right into my skin.

"The f**k—are you out to piss me off or what? The hell with the many questions," he growled, voice low and dangerous.

I swallowed against the dryness in my throat but pushed on.

"Urm… you know I’ve never asked you before. I just feel we should talk about it, since you bought me—"

He cut me off with a scoff.

"There’s nothing to talk about. Focus more on playing your role as a good wife for the world and for my family, instead of acting like some nosy b***h." His words were spat at me before he opened the door and stormed out.

My chest tightened the moment his words sank in.

Me? A nosy b***h? Seriously? That’s how he sees me? When he was the one who dragged me into this messed-up life in the first place?

He thinks I give a sh*t about his business? Really? He thinks I care whether he touches me or not?

Oh, if only he knew…

I exhaled deeply, trying to calm my already raging nerves, but my heart still stung in pain.

Marcus was really getting on my nerves. He’s such a self-centered jerk who cares only about himself, and maybe that’s why, even after months of marriage, I couldn’t fall in love with him.

He’s the definition of cold, domineering, and overbearing—yet self-centered. The complete opposite of Ethan, who, despite all the restraints he puts on me, I can still tell is nothing like Marcus.

At the thought of him, a warm smile spread across my lips. The memory from last night hit me like a slow burn.

He kissed me.

Yeah, like for real, he f**king kissed me. He told me he came to put an end to me messing with him, then out of nowhere, he kissed me.

Seriously, is that the Jessica effect happening to him?

I haven’t even started with him yet, and he’s already falling. He tried to play it off as a mistake, but I know a mistake when I see one. A bright smile tugged at my lips as I replayed it—how his soft lips had claimed mine, rough and hungry at the same time.

"Fk…" The moan slipped out before I could stop it, and my p*y clenched hard just thinking about it.

What would it feel like if he actually put those lips there?

I closed my eyes and let the thought consume me. Before I knew it, I was wet—too wet. Fking fkity f**k.

I groaned and opened my eyes fast, already feeling my wetness threatening to slide down my thigh.

Sh*t, the way my body responded to him… Without wasting time, I grabbed the vibrator I’d tossed aside earlier and lay down on the bed. I pulled my panties off and switched it on.

Sure, for a pretty messed-up man, Marcus sure knew what a woman needs. But if only he knew… this vibrator wouldn’t be enough to satisfy me. What I really needed was far greater than he could ever imagine.

I shoved it inside me with one hard thrust and couldn’t stop the name that rolled out of my mouth.

"Oh… Ethan."

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Ethan POV

"Oh f**k me, mister… yes, that’s it, go harder, please!" The blonde’s moans and shameless cries filled the room, bouncing off the walls as I pounded into her faster, harder. Her moans were sweet enough to push any man over the edge… but I wasn’t even feeling it.

Because even in the heat of it, someone else still dominated my f**king mind.

I flipped her over, her back to me, grabbing her hips as I thrust from behind. Her screams grew louder, enough to bring the damn room down, enough to make any man lose control. It should have pushed me straight to the edge… but instead—

F**k this.

I pulled out suddenly, my c**k still rock-hard and throbbing. I hadn’t even c*m.

But how could I, when my body and my f**king soul weren’t here? They were with someone else. Someone off-limits. Someone I shouldn’t even look at twice. Someone whose touch whose f**king words alone—set my whole body on fire.

F**k. I hated myself for wanting this. The messed-up part? I had a sweet girlfriend, but the truth? She didn’t unravel me like this one person did.

And to top it off, my brother and I were already at daggers drawn. If he ever found out the thoughts I had for his new wife… it would all explode. But did my stupid head care? Did my c**k? No.

Just one touch. Just one forbidden confession… and I’m done for.

"Sir?" The blonde’s voice snapped me out of it. I turned to see her eyes locked on my still-erect c**k, her tongue flicking over her lips like the slut she was.

"Was I not good enough?" she asked, her voice trying to sound confident but dripping with hurt. For a second, I caught the flash of pain in her eyes. She thought it was her. If only she knew… it was all in my f**ked-up head.

"Nah… it’s okay. Just leave," I muttered, pulling a stack of cash from the drawer and tossing it to her.

She didn’t move. She just stood there, staring.

"I don’t like leaving a job unfinished," she said, stepping forward, her voice low. "If you want, I could give you a hand job—"

Her hand almost brushed me, but I jerked away like her touch would burn.

Now she was pissing me off.

I glared at her, my voice sharp enough to cut steel. "What exactly don’t you understand? Your lips don’t taste like strawberry. You don’t smell like vanilla. And your touch? It doesn’t send a damn thing through me. Understand that… and get out!" I barked, my words hitting their mark. Her face twisted in hurt, but I didn’t care.

Without another look, I stomped toward the bathroom, my fists clenched, my head still filled with the one person I shouldn’t be thinking about.

The cold shower hit me instantly, but it didn’t wash away the guilt or whatever the hell this feeling was—gnawing at my chest.

The hell did I just do?

Touch another woman? Never. I’ve never cheated on Karin before but ever since she got into my damn head, she’s been making me do sh*t I can’t explain. Things I never thought I’d do.

Yesterday, I slipped and kissed her. Today, I drank. And now? I f**king cheated on my girlfriend.

F**k! I hissed and shut off the water, turning to face the mirror.

I

barely recognized the man staring back at me.

Jessica.

Her name clawed at my throat.

The hell has she turned me into?