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“Yes, I’m faithful because I am in love with my wife and I don’t want anyone else. You are the only woman I ever wanted.”
CHAPTER10
Marinka
I was stilla little shaken up, but I was much calmer than before. Sebastian had left me alone after I accused him of raping me. It had all happened in my head, I knew that now. The worst of nightmares that had felt too real. And after lying in bed for several minutes, I felt like crap because I didn’t want to be left alone.
Besides, I’d been a bitch to Sebastian, who wasn’t the kind of man who’d do something like that. A man who’d had me taken care of all these years, and raised our daughter so well when I wasn’t around. Perhaps the way we’d met was unconventional, and we’d had a rough start. Maybe he truly shot my father on that yacht. However, I must have trusted him eventually if I agreed to sleep with him. We had a child together, for God's sake.
I’d embarrassed myself, screaming like a banshee and drawing too much attention. When Pedro showed up, I wanted the earth to swallow me.
Getting up from my bed, I quickly changed into some pajamas I found in the dresser, then wrapped myself in a silky dressing gown. I was still ashamed of how aroused I felt. The nightmare collided with the undeniable attraction I felt for the man, and I didn’t know what to think.
“Sebastian,” I called out in the hallway, but there was no answer. I knocked on the door of the bedroom next to mine, where Sebastian was staying. No response. Drumming up the courage, I opened the door and walked in. The bed was empty and the sound of running water could be heard from the en suite bathroom. He was probably taking a shower.
I bit my bottom lip and boldly decided to go to his bed. I had no idea what I was doing, but I felt lonely and scared. He was my husband after all and he was trying to protect me. I felt bad for my accusations, but I didn’t even remember me falling asleep. When he woke me up, holding me, I immediately assumed he was trying to take advantage of me. Damn, this whole thing was such a disaster.
I had to make it up to him, to apologize somehow, now that I’d come to my senses.
I tiptoed to the bathroom and glanced inside through the ajar door, and there was steam everywhere. I saw him standing in the shower, his one hand was on the wall and the other, well … he was definitely touching himself. No doubt about that.
“Oh my,” I whispered, finally understanding what he was doing. I licked my lips and squeezed my thighs together, and I physically had to stop myself from going in there with him.
My husband was a beautiful man who reminded me of a Renaissance sculpture. He was also kind and considerate. Watching him interact with our daughter filled me with an emotion I couldn’t describe.
The sight of him naked turned me on, making my nipples hard. I wasn’t supposed to be here, but there was no going back now.
He moaned and groaned as he reached his climax. Instinctively, my hand shot down to my throbbing sex and I found myself muffling a moan with the other.
My panties were soaked, but then he was coming out of the shower, so I ran to the bed and snuck under the covers.
Embarrassed, aroused, and terrified all at once, I waited with my heart in my throat. He was going to tell me to go back to my bedroom. It was obvious that he didn’t want to hurt me and he’d looked so wounded when I shouted at him to get out. I felt so incredibly guilty and silly for making such a fuss about a bad dream.
Several moments later, he switched on the light in the bedroom and oh my God, oh my God, oh my God. He was butt naked, his towel on the floor.
“Jesus Christ, Marinka, do you fucking want to give me a heart attack?” he asked in shock, his hand on his chest. His chest glistened with moisture, still wet from the shower.
I found myself speechless. My eyes zoned in on his package and I couldn’t believe how huge he was. In complete disbelief, I wondered how this thing had even fitted into me. My first time must have been utterly painful.
Then, Sebastian asked me what I was doing in his bedroom, so I told him the truth, followed by a little chat about him being so … aroused. I was genuinely curious, and I couldn’t hold it back. He obviously could have any woman that he wanted. The man looked like a god and there must have been plenty of interested parties lining up to give him a good time.
“Yes, I’m loyal because I am in love with my wife and I don’t want anyone else. You are the only woman I ever wanted.”
That answer left me gaping, and I couldn’t get a word out of my mouth. For a moment, I just stared at him, unable to move, say, or do anything. He was standing so close and I wanted him to kiss me. My skin burned, responding to him so starkly and overwhelmingly.
How would it feel to have him inside me?
This was so wrong and so right—I couldn’t decide what.
“I don’t want to go back to my own bed. I’m scared of having another nightmare and I’m sorry about what I said. Can I sleep in this bed, with you?” I asked in a way-too-tiny voice.
Despite all the uncertainty, the fact remained this man was my husband, and that had to count for something.
I couldn’t explain why I wanted him so much in this damn moment, but although I’d lost my memories, our time together must still be lodged in my subconscious, waiting to come out. My mother used to tell me I wasn't attractive enough for anybody to notice me, yet Sebastian had married me. Stuck by me all these years.
Sebastian seemed to tense up. He didn’t move or even blink. The energy between us was electrifying and I held my breath, waiting for a sign from him. A word. Anything.
“And that’s all you want to do, princess? Just sleep?” he finally asked, his eyes ablaze as he studied me. The corners of his lips turned up ever so slightly.
