Married To My Bully

Honeymoon

ALEX

I told the flight attendant to wake her up as we were about to land. I wondered why she chose to sleep in a chair than in the room. I couldn't help but stare at her angelic face throughout the journey as she remained lost in her slumber. So attractive. So captivating. Last night was a close call. I just couldn't resist myself when I saw her sleeping. The overwhelming desire to feel her alluring skin had completely taken over my senses. I remembered how unknown to me, a smile played over my lips as I pushed the tendrils of her hair away from her face. My heart skipped a beat at her beautiful sight. And before I could realize it, I was caressing her soft skin. The blazing heat of desire thrummed through my body as I took in her soft features. So delicate, so destructive. My stomach flipped with intense passion when I heard her moaning under my touch. The craving to bury myself inside her seeped into every cell of my being. I had never been so turned on by just a moan. Blood rushed down south, stirring my member awake. I could feel it coming alive. I licked my lower lip as my breath deepened. I wanted nothing but to wake her up and claim her mine. I was too lost in the haze of lust to control my self. Like a magnet, her lips drew me towards her. Her shallow breath strumming the strings of my heart. I dove lower and just when our lips were an inch apart, my brain churned up all the horrible memories. My eyes hardened and my hands curled up in a flick of a second. Hatred refilled my heart and I reminded myself why I have married her. To exact revenge. I retreated. 

Her eyes were slightly red from the sleep. My eyes averted as soon as her orbs found mine. The plane landed a few minutes later. There was a car awaiting us outside. I slipped into the backseat without sparing her a glance. I know this all was making her feel bad and that is exactly what I intended.

She took the seat next to me. We didn't exchange one single word throughout the journey. I wonder what was going on in her head. Bora Bora is a beautiful place but I always had dreamt of going to Paris with her on our honeymoon. Strangely enough, I have her today but all my dreams are lost. 

Crystal's glassy eyes were glimmering in awe. She definitely liked the place. 

Crystal locked herself in the bathroom as soon as we got in our room. I took a tour of our room and wondered how were we going to sleep. I wasn't going to share a bed with her. With that thought in mind, I sprawled over the bed and closed my eyes. I opened my eyes when I heard the sound of a click. 

From behind the door emerged Crystal. My eyes roved over her body. She had come from the shower. Her hair wet, and scattered beautifully on her back. Droplets of water lazily dripping down her soft tendrils and falling on her white nightgown. Suddenly, the idea of sharing a bed with her began to sound really appealing. I swallowed hard when my orbs inched up. Her luscious lips tempting me to steal a kiss from them. How does she taste like? I wondered. 

"I'll take the couch" her voice pulled me out of my daze. I met her gaze and stared blankly at her beautiful face. Trying to get my mind to work and make sense of what she just said.  

I got a hold of myself before doing something I know I would regret later. I nodded my answer. She looked a little bit shocked but changed her expression to neutral in the next second. She was expecting me to beg her to take the bed. Manipulative like always.  

I stood up, brushed past her, and strode into the bathroom. I turned on the shower and let the tiny droplets of cold water rain over me. I was feeling restless. All because of her.

Her face flashed before my eyes every time I closed them, instigating me to march out and ravish her body until the only thing she remembers is me. I sighed and ran my fingers through my wet hair and took a frustrated sigh. Why did I have to fall for you, Crystal? Why?