Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ novel Chapter 83

Jealousy I emptied my glass in two big gulps, cursing myself inwardly for even thinking of asking more questions about Lanfen. The sole fact that she was Aren’s first girlfriend and he had nightmares in which he called her name should be enough to label her as a serious threat. Nonetheless, when he said that he was the one who proposed, it was a hard hit to take. It felt like a punch in the gut. I guessed that my mask had finally fallen off since Aren looked at me with sudden concern in his eyes while watching me refill my glass with wine. “Are you OK, sunshine?” he asked, touching my hand that held the glass.

I sighed and shifted my eyes to him, “I wish I could say that I am OK, but no, I am not,” I said, irritation more than clear in the tone of my voice.

He smirked. “Are you jealous, wife?”

I glared at him. “Of course I am!” I exclaimed. “You were her hero. You had a normal, loving relationship that lasted four years, and you proposed to her without offering her a contract! Sure as hell I am jealous!”

He burst into laughter.

“That’s not funny,” I grunted, lowering my voice. “Well… I did it to myself. I shouldn’t have asked those questions. It was better to not know…”

“Sunshine…” He placed his hand on my thigh, rubbing it gently. “I was different then. I was foolish and naïve, and I didn’t know what I wanted from life.”

I glanced at him hesitantly, trying to read through his amused expression. “I wouldn’t make the same choices now,” he said confidently.

“You mean that you wouldn’t propose to her…?” I muttered, not looking into his eyes. He leaned over me and kissed my neck. “She would never have become my girlfriend in the first place.” I still pouted. “But you called her adorable…” He kissed my neck again, this time rougher, biting and sucking my skin. I gasped and leaned back to watch his eyes become darker. “Adorable doesn’t work for me anymore.” “Do you mean that I’m not adorable?” I teased. He kissed my lips and smirked. “You are more than that.” I blinked my eyes, playfully tangling a strand of my hair on my finger. “Tell me, what kind of a woman do you need?” He pulled me onto his lap, making me gasp. “I need a sexy woman who’ll make my dick throb each time I see her.” His eyes on me sent my heart into a wild race. I could feel him hardening beneath my thighs, and somehow that sensation alone dissolved my previous anxiety and envy. I sealed my lips, slightly scared of asking more questions. The air between us was dense

already and the sexual tension went far beyond the limits. Nonetheless, the silence was equally as dangerous…

“I will pour you more wine,” I said, reaching for the bottle.

Fortunately, he didn’t protest. Instead, he watched my every move with his predatory eyes, searing my curves. “It’s my time to ask questions,” he said, his voice deep and seductive.

I handed him his refilled glass and sat, putting distance between us. “Ask away.” I tried to sound confident, but my voice trembled at the last note. “Tell me something embarrassing.” He licked his lip, locking his eyes on me.

“W-what do you mean?” I laughed nervously, tugging my hair behind my ear. He leaned closer, smirking. “Something you haven’t told anyone. Tell me about your fantasies, or some dark and steamy secret of yours.”

I squeezed my thighs, as my mind searched through the thoughts that I could consider to be either fantasy, dark, or steamy. I quickly realized that there was only one male lead playing in my mind, and that was Aren. My cheeks started to burn, and I tried to cool down that fire by adding more wine. As I drank another glass, I took a deep breath and shifted my eyes to my husband.

“The night after we’ve met for the first time… I had a dream of you,” I said softly, my heart pounding against my chest. He bit his lip. “And what did I do in your dream?”

A hysteric chuckle escaped my throat. “You manhandled me…” He raised his eyebrows, amused. “Do you like being manhandled?” “No!” I frowned. “But you liked it in that dream?” he teased.