Chapter 22

Sabrina's POV

I've cried my eyes out in my mind. I wanted to go home so I could physically cry, but my husband kept us out for so long, I began to adjust and simply didn't care about anything anymore. We weren't mates, so none of it was real.

I just decided to have a great time. My kids were so beautiful by my side and they finally understood that they now had a father. Well, you get what I mean.

Finally, we were set to head back. I really didn't want to go back in my wedding dress so I secretly changed into a comfortable pink dress that I ordered to get arranged.

I joined my husband in the car and we were driven back home.

He flashed me a look of surprise when he saw me get in. I sort of liked the fact that I wasted his time for a bit, after all it's the same thing he did to me all day. I should've never agreed to this marriage.

“I like this too but what happened to your dress?” He asked and even though I genuinely didn't want to respond, I still did.

“Too heavy and uncomfortable, so I changed, leave me alone.” Then I folded my arms and looked ahead.

“You're so beautiful, you know that? This dress suits you too.” Kyle complimented me and I was about to blush, but I shook it off. No way in hell.

“Oh please save it. I don't care what you think, especially after everything you made me go through today.”

Once again, he flashed me a look of surprise as if he couldn't believe I could talk to him like that. I ignored him this time, not responding to anything he said and asked until we got home.

When we arrived, I ran out of the car. I checked in with Theresa and she let me know the kids were already back and watching cartoons. I was dead tired so I headed straight to my room to wash up then change into comfortable shorts and a tiny top to sleep in.

I had no plans to come out so I just waited for dinner. I also ordered the chef to bring it to my room. After that I'll go to bed.

What I didn't expect was a visitor, an uninvited one. He knocked and thinking it was one of the maids with my meal, I told him to come inside.

Turns out it was my husband, shirtless and wearing grey pants. I've never seen him like this before. After recovering from the shock of seeing him in my room, I had to recover from the sudden dirty thoughts that infiltrated my head then send him the hell away.

The last time I saw him naked was seven years ago, and even then, I was drunk as hell. My husband is easily the most handsome man I've come across in my life. A huge part of me wanted him to get in bed with me, but then again I remembered why he couldn't have my body.

“What do you want, Kyle?” I sat up, frowning so hard my brows actually began to hurt because if I didn't frown to chase him away, bad things would happen because I wouldn't be able to resist him. He was dripping in hotness and I could see his dick print from his pants. Wait, did he come here to seduce me or what?

He began to approach the bed.

“What?” I snapped at him again.

He didn't say a word until he reached me. At that point I shifted to the farthest point away from him on the bed, then curled up under the sheets. I was indecently dressed.

He shocked me when he tried to actually get into bed with me. He slightly pulled the sheets and I panicked, practically barking at him.

“What are you doing!” I yelled and it seemed to stop him for a while, but just a while. He tried to get in again so I decided to run away from the bed, but he pulled me by my wrist and threw me back on the bed. Now he saw my loose outfit, my tits almost out and my shorts, way too short. I was beyond annoyed but even much worse, I was aroused.

“Kyle!” My heart practically leaped out of my chest when he climbed on top of me, then pulled the sheets over us.

“We got married today, wife. Want to starve your husband of your marital duties? It's my right. Let's consummate our marriage.” He ordered, staring straight at me.

My eyes widened in fear and shock. Is he insane? He was on top of me, shirtless and hot!

“If you don't get off me this instant!” I yelled but he wasn't fazed. What could I even do?

“Shut up. Kiss me.” What the hell?

How did I end up with this sicko?

“You're crazy. Kyle. You're insane.”

Then I felt his cock twitch. Fuck. This man has gotten me right where he wanted and I was more than disappointed that I was this easy.

He leaned in and when his lips touched mine, I didn't stop him. I let him kiss me, and I kissed him back like a starved animal. I'm so stupid to have wanted more, so I pulled him to me, and we were now skin to skin, kissing distastefully like we were star actors acting porn.

My hands were all over his back, scratching and digging my nails in, moaning into his mouth and losing my mind. There was no denying the fact that I was heavily attracted to my husband and he knew.

He suddenly pulled away, and I had enough time to catch my breath and come to my senses. I hit him hard on the chest and used all my strength to push him away from me.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!” all my veins almost popped, now visible on my face. He downplayed my anger, smirking, clearly amused like he didn't consider me a threat.

“Says the woman who let me shove my tongue down her throat, and she loved it.”

Then his hands were roaming around my neck, about to dip and disappear inside my top but I snapped them away.

He sighed, seemingly resigned. I don't care, he's not going to touch me no matter what. Now I know how easy I was, I've decided to never let him get this close again and I'll carry weapons around with me. If he comes close, I'll hurt him.

“Want me to fuck you, as newly weds?” He offered, and he looked serious, like it was what he wanted, not me. Half the time I thought he came here to tease me. So this cheat actually wanted to fuck his wife now? Oh poor Carol. I should make fun of her with this.

“No, get out of my room, you cheat.” Yes, I wanted him balls deep in me but too bad I still have a teeny bit of dignity left. I closed my eyes shut and breathed hard, regulating my breathing so I would wake the hell up from this lustful mood.

“Okay,” He rolled off me and began to climb down and suddenly the world felt right again. He put both hands in the air like he was surrendering to me. Too bad I didn't care.

“I just wanted to kiss my wife tonight.” He said, his voice low and soft, unfamiliar too.

“Sure you did.” I replied sarcastically.

“Keep thinking about that kiss…” He teased before disappearing behind the door. Finally, I took a deep breath and fell into bed again. My thoughts raced and I realized something.

He actually left me alone. I was the one all over him. If he didn't stop kissing me, would I have eventually let him in? Sabrina what's wrong with you?