My Heartless Husband

Chapter 14

Emma's POV

He pressed his lips against mine urgently, coaxing me to give in to him.

His desperation and frustration was palpable, as he weaved his fingers into my hair and angled his head in a vain attempt to deepen the kiss.

But, I didn't want to give in to him. I clamped my mouth shut and used all my force to push him away. I groaned in agony, as he relentlessly tried to kiss me.

Somehow or rather, I mustered enough strength to shove him off. He stumbled back, trying to regain his balance. I profusely wiped away the taste of his lips on me.

David stared at me in disbelief. He licked his lips and tried to control his coarse breathing.

"Don't you ever touch me like that again! And, I'm not f*cking yours! You don't own me!" I pointed my finger in an accusing manner and shot daggers at him.

"I'm your husband and last time I checked, we are still married. So, technically you are still mine!", he crossed his arms across his chest and smirked arrogantly.

"Oh please! How long are you going to use this pathetic excuse to threaten me. You know we're not going to stay married forever. Do I need to remind you that our contract is ending soon? Oh no...don't tell me you forgot that our marriage is fake? Are you starting to treat this as real?", I scoffed in disbelief.

"I know when our marriage is ending because I made the damn contract! If you don't want things to get ugly, you better do as I say", he growled menacingly.

"What are you going to do huh?! Tell me?" I stepped towards him and jabbed my finger in his chest, taunting him.

He grabbed my wrist in his and squeezed tightly, causing me to wince in pain.

"You know what I'm capable of and yet you are provoking me...", David couldn't keep the affronted heat from his voice and his eyes glimmered dangerously before he let go of my wrist.

"Of course, I know what extent you will go to. That's why you beat up your own cousin without any rhyme or reason!", I spat angrily while rubbing my wrist and trying to ease the pain.

"I know that he f*king likes you and wants to get in your pants!", he threw his hands out in an exasperated manner.

"So what if that is the truth?! What if we do like each other and I don't mind if he does get into my pants!", I screamed my lungs out at David.

"You don't mean that! And I know you are just saying that to piss me off!", David scoffed in disbelief and tried to wave me off.

"I'm not lying! I do like him and so does he...", I challenged him by looking him square in the eyes.

"I can't believe this shit...both of you barely know each other...", he shook his head in incredulity.

"You and I barely know each other too. In fact, its been two years and we don't know anything...not a single thing about one another. But, I feel more of a connection with him than I ever did with you.", I shrugged nonchalantly, in a desperate attempt to seem aloof and unbothered by our tense exchange.

"It's because of what you did that night! You forced me into this shitty marriage and expect me to be the perfect husband to you? You drugged me and staged a scene that we had slept together!", David lashed out at me.

"How can you keep accusing me for something I actually never did! Why won't you believe that what happened that night was not my fault? Do you truly believe I was desperate to trap you and get settled for life? In the past two years, I have barely spent a cent of your money. I don't live lavishly or parade around in expensive clothes or jewelry. In fact, I have tried to live independently and without any support from you. Yet, here you are, blaming me for this over and over again. No matter what I say, you have made up your mind about me and I'm just so exhausted trying to make you understand...", my voice quivered uncontrollably and I knew it was just a matter of minutes before I broke down into tears.