If you want to use me to threaten my husband, I'm afraid you're wrong.
I looked into his eyes and myheart stopped for a few seconds; I couldn't even feel my breath.
His eyes were attractive, like a moonlit night sky with a soft, serene glow. His gentle breath was mesmerizing, scented with red wine. He looked at me sharply, like a dagger with a silver gleam.
He wanted to tear me apart,see through me, layer by layer.
I regretted that what I was saying was contradictory. One minute ago, I was bragging about being Mrs. Westwood, and now I was saying it didn't mean anything.
"My husband would not agree to any of your terms just because you held me hostage," I said the truth reluctantly.
This was the first time I showed weakness in front of a strange man.
"He wouldn't give up the merger for anything. The Westwood heir thinks profit comes first over everything.
I should have known."
Alexander smirked. Even if only the corner of his mouth lifted, he still looked good smiling.
"I won't let you go," he said.
"I'm no use to you," I answered back.
"I want you."
Alexander lifted his hand around my waist, and his lips moved back and forth around my neck.
"I want to take everything from Westwood including you."
My heart was racing. I tried to escape, but he caught me. His hands held me like steel that I couldn't make a movement.
He hugged me, our bodies entwined.I could even hear his rhythmic heartbeat from his chest.
A thought visited me.
This man hated Damian.
So did I.
The enemy of my enemy is my friend.
I thought of a plan. Maybe I could join hands with this man since we had one goal.
But can he be trusted?
This man is more dangerous than any man I ever met maybe far more dangerous than Damian.
He didn't even keep his words.
Do I really have to do this?
YES, I DO, I whispered .
After gathering my courage, I leaned in.
"Why can't we be allies?" I whispered in his ear.
"I believe I'll be your best ally to Westwood."
The man loosened his grip around my waist and looked at me.
"Are you serious?"
"Yes," I said firmly.
"I know Westwood. I can find all their family secrets if you need them."
"What do you want?" he asked.
"I want Damian Westwood dead."
He went silent for a few seconds. He sneered, "Mrs. Westwood, what is it that makes you betray your husband? Do you have any idea who you're dealing with?"
"Then do you want me to help you? I don't want to waste my time, and I don't care who you are. I just need a definite answer," I said.
Alex ignored me and asked, "He cheated on you?"
I went silent. Alex traced his index finger from my hair to my ear. His finger then slid down the earlobe until he stopped in the middle of my lips.
"I can feel the anger and the resentment in your heart."
My heart skipped a beat and my eyes widened in shock as I looked at him. His expression was colder, but he wore a smile on his lips. His eyes were now as forbidding as the abyss.
"You need my help, don't you? You want me to help you kill your husband just because he betrayed you?"
Just because of betrayal... The words hit me. Tears started streaming from the corners of my eyes. Painful memories of my past life now came to mind the faint heartbeat, the mournful cry of the baby now echoed in my ears.
"I have nothing but hatred for Damian and my sister. You have no idea what I've lost," I clenched my fists, anger burning through my eyes.
"I can help you," he wiped away my crocodile tears and said, "but you must promise me one condition."
"I'll do anything."
Alex cupped my cheeks. He looked at me with a complicated expression, as if he were seeing someone else in me. Suddenly, his voice became husky, as if dust had entered his throat.
"I want you to be my wife."
He pushed me into the corner and repeated the words in a tone I couldn't resist, "Be my wife forever, my dear."
I was stunned to hear such a request. For a moment, I didn't know what to say or how to answer him.
His lips suddenly pressed against my hair, and his breathing grew heavy.
His chest was now against my breasts, and between my thighs, I could feel the firm pressure of his arousal pressing into my sensitive core.
He was hard. Thick. The kind of hardness that promised ruin.
After marrying Damian, I almost forgotten what real desire felt like. He barely touched me only sought me out in drunken fits, using my body for his release and never once caring if I came. I had been nothing more than a vessel. A wife in name. A tool in bed.
"Answer me," Alexander said, his voice low and dangerous, dripping with hunger.
A long-buried fire lit inside me. My pulse throbbed in my ears. My thighs clenched. My body betrayed my eager, aching, starving for the attention my husband never gave. My mind screamed to stop, to think, but my body was already moving toward sin.
Why should I hold back?
Celeste's voice echoed in my head: If you want a man, fuck him... fuck him.
Damian was in bed with my sister my blood sister. And yet here I was, playing the obedient wife, living in humiliation.
Not tonight.
If this was the devil, then damn it, I was ready to sign.
"Yes, I do," I breathed, wrapping my arms around Alex's neck, my voice trembling with something between rage and desire.
"Then do your duty," he whispered, his lips brushing my skin like a promise and a threat. "Show me what betrayal tastes like."
His breath sent tremors down my spine. My cheeks flamed. I stuck out my tongue and slowly licked his lips deliberate, defiant. He caught it between his teeth, then crushed his mouth to mine in a kiss that was more like war. Tongues tangled, lips clashed, and I moaned into the chaos.
"Say my name," he demanded, voice thick with control. One hand tangled in my hair, forcing my head back. The other tore open my shirt like it offended him.
My red bra spilled into view. He didn't hesitate his hand slid beneath it, claiming my breast, fingers curling around the softness like he owned it. His thumb flicked over my nipple, making me gasp.
"Alexander," I choked out. "Alexander."
It slipped from my lips like a prayer and a curse.
That name would haunt me.
"You're making a deal with the devil," he growled, his mouth crashing to my chest. My bra tore away under his grip. His lips wrapped around my nipple, sucking hard, biting gently. "And the devil always collects."