" I slept with him...." Came her innocent voice.
" No, she is lying." Screamed Vihaan.
" Stop lying, tell them we were just in one room and nothing else happened. My character is dependent on your truth Miss. Please don't lie." Vihaan warned calmly...
The air around Hampton Court Palace was thick with chaos, yet Vihaan remained unnervingly calm. His mind worked like a well-oiled machine, calculating the best way to handle the disaster that had just unfolded.
Meanwhile, Winter was practically vibrating with excitement, her hands clasped together as she fought to contain her inner glee. Her eyes sparkled with admiration for Vidharth's audacious act, and she threw a pointed glare at Ean.
"What?" he murmured, noticing the silent accusation in her gaze.
Winter sulked, crossing her arms. "I loved that. The way he took her, swept her off like she belonged to him. That was—" She sighed dreamily. "Heroic. Dramatic. A bloody fairytale, really."
Ean scoffed, shaking his head at her ridiculousness, but before she could continue fantasising about stolen brides and grand gestures, he grabbed her wrist and yanked her into a secluded alcove of the palace.
Winter gasped as her back met the cold stone wall. Ean's hands were on her waist before she could protest, his body pressing flush against hers. His breath fanned against her lips, dark eyes brimming with mischief and raw hunger.
"Wasn't our wedding heroic enough?" His voice was a husky whisper, sending a shiver down her spine. His lips brushed over her jaw, trailing down to her pulse point. "Didn't I buy you, according to you, love?"
Winter whimpered as his teeth scraped over the sensitive skin of her neck before he bit down, not too harsh, just enough to make her arch into him. He soothed the sting with his tongue, his hands roaming down to grip her hips, pulling her even closer.
"Didn't I tie you to our bed that night?" His fingers trailed up her back, his voice dark and teasing. "Didn't I fuck you senseless, knowing full well you were mad at me?"
Winter's breath hitched, her fingers curling into the fabric of his suit.
Ean chuckled, his lips ghosting over her ear. "Yet you came for me," he continued, voice velvety smooth. "Moaned for me. Took every inch of me like my little good wife." The last words were whispered against the shell of her ear, sending a delicious wave of heat straight to her core.
She turned, trying to escape before he completely unravelled her in broad daylight, but he was quicker. His grip on her wrist tightened as he spun her back into him, their bodies colliding, their breaths mingling.
"Get ready tonight, Honey," he murmured, his fingers tilting her chin up so their eyes locked. His smirk was slow, devilish. "Because I'll make you experience something even greater, wilder."
A needy whimper escaped her lips before she could stop it, and she knew....
She was completely, utterly doomed.
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With a flushed face and trembling legs, she tore herself from his grasp, fleeing before he could tease her any further. Ean chuckled darkly, watching his wife disappear into the grand halls of the palace.
