Chapter 121 Make Me Forget Her
Luke and Peach arrived at their destination after the sumptuous wedding.
The doors of the lavish honeymoon suite closed with a soft, final click, sealing them off from the world.
Luke was already shedding his formal jacket, tossing it carelessly onto a chaise lounge.
Already settling into the reality of their arrangement, Peach stood in the room with anticipation, observing his movements closely.
“A beautiful ceremony,” He started, meeting her eyes for a second with a smirk, “You got your triumph, again.”
“I did. But, you also got what you wanted this time.” She smiled emptily.
“Let’s be clear, Peach. I wanted a settlement, I got it. You wanted me, you got it too,”
“You are right. You are mine now. So what now?”
Forming her lips in a thin line, she failed to witness the predatory gleam Luke flickered, stopping right before her.
“Do you not know what a couple does on their wedding night?”
Luke countered mischievously, noticing how her cheeks were burning, fingers anxiously ripping a few pearls of the dress, signaling to her inexperience.
“You asked if I would love you one day,” he murmured, his voice dropping low, seductive, studying her reactions closely.
He reached out and gently touched the side of the necklace, wallowing in her tremble while his thumb trailing to her throat.
“Love requires a soft heart, Peach. You don’t possess one. You came here not for love, but to own me. Tell me,”
In a split second, his amusement vanished, hand locked dominantly around her throat to force her to meet his deadpan hazel eyes.
“Why do you think I let you win?”
She swallowed, the weight of his fingers, the reality of the wall between them sinking eventually.
Her breaths hastened, holding his wrist gently, voice shaking, “Won’t you?”
He laughed, a short, dark sound, “Don’t be naïve. You may have the ring and the title, but you don’t own the cage, Peach. I do.”
“But-”
Stepping back to calculate his next move, he waved his hand carelessly in the air.
“You want to save me. Sure, go ahead, that is exactly we are here now,”
“I won’t disappoint you, Luke,”
Forming her lips in a thin line, unaware what was happening to her in his presence, she managed to whisper gently. Definitely not her style.
Luke was questioning her demeanor. Strong eyes started from her legs, to her face before he took a circle around the timid woman.
Slow. Measured. Every step was deliberate, radiating an arrogant confidence that made the air tighten in her lungs.
“I have to admit that you look-” He smiled, shaking his head in disappointment, “Never mind,”
“You can say anything, we are married, Luke,” Peach stepped forward, her hands holding his shirt, sinking into the moment.
She wanted to know, to move forward with no more silence. To obliterate the tingle of her heart.
He paused, raising his both brows with amusement before commenting, “That you are a beautiful deception,”
“Your beautiful deception,”
“Mhmm, mine,” He smirked wickedly after receiving the submission.
His hand reached out, not to her waist, his hand firmly on back, rubbing it gradually, inducing a tension in her body when his fingers clasped the zipper.
His touch was electric, yet utterly devoid of tenderness now.
He drew the zipper down slowly, the sound was unnaturally loud in the silence. His eyes were locked intensely, noting down all her reflexes.
As if it was an experiment for future purposes.
The gown slipped instantly, a pool of expensive silk and pearls collapsing around her ankles, embarrassing the high-class woman.
A soft voice left her lips, flinching slightly when she stood exposed in the soft, intimate lighting, wearing only pink lace lingerie.
“My, my, pink here too,” Luke chuckled, buttoning his shirt, revealing his abs and toned muscles.
Tempted, she swallowed hard, letting the talented one do his job as his one hand locked around her neck and the other held her beck, connecting their bodies with a burning lust.
Twirling his tongue from her neck to her chest, tracing his fingers moved across her skin, dragging his nails, enough to make her skin crawl.
She moaned, holding his hanging shirt for support, “L-Luke, wait,”
He paused, hands rigidly pressed over her body, tongue inch apart stuck on her breast through the fabric while staring dead into her eyes, waiting impatiently.
His breaths doubled, urging him to go further and crash his lips down, claim her as his but her hesitation seriously challenged him.
The heat of his gaze, unstable breaths, he was losing control but the silence stretched until it was almost painful.
“Speak up, Peach,” Luke exhaled, growling at her.
Finally, the truth spilled out, small and vulnerable, “I-I haven’t been in any intimate contact with anyone since you took my virginity,”
“What?” At first, he considered it a mishearing and re-asked for his confirmation.
“I… I.. haven’t,” She confessed with utter shame, keeping her head low.
The confession hung there, pathetic and fragile. She braced for his scorn, for the cruel joke, but none came.
After registering her words, he cleared his throat while straightening his back with pure confusion.
“You are telling me I am the last man who touched you? That day, years ago?”
She bit her bottom lip, “Mhm,”
A strange, dark intensity entered his eyes. The corner of his lip curled in a slow, almost feral grin as if he was pumped to hear that.
“Hmmm,” He breathed, removing the shirt.
“That explains this inexperience and embarrassment,”
Leaning closer until the scent of his skin enveloped her, until her functions shut down to the point she willingly submitted.
And he began to adore it.
“You won’t make fun of me for being incompetent?”
“That won’t change what is about to come,” He shrugged nonchalantly, gesturing to her to relax.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a keycard, placing it carefully on the pristine white bedside table.
“The door locks, Peach. Permanently, for the night.”
Oh, those words.
It sent an uncontrollable spark. Her beats enhanced abnormally, lips drying to crave more of it. And to drive her wild, he took her hand and moved it across his body.
“You have the opportunity now. You said you would hold my heart. Well, here I am. Try to take it.”
Her body reacted on her own, pressing her palm harder into his heart, eloping the man in a firm embrace, sharing the bodily warmth.
Luke smirked when she gave his chest a sloppy kiss, giving him an innocent look. He chuckled at the adorable amateurishness.
“D-Did I do something wrong?”
His hand shifted to frame her face, holding her still while his eyes studied her.
“No. I like it. It’s my turn now.”
He lowered his head slowly, deliberately, implanting a keen, passionate kiss on her lips. Her eyes went wide at the skill of his tongue, claiming her, dominating the movements proficiently.
Unlike the cold kiss at the altar.
This was an education.
He was teaching her how to kiss properly.
“It’s alright. I am here to teach you everything you need to know,”
They parted breathlessly, Luke smirked at her obedience, holding her face in his both hands.
“To take you to the depths of pleasure. To make you beg and scream for more. Do you want that?”
She nodded vigorously, “Yes, yes, yes, I do,”
“Great.”
Luke unbuckled his belt as he pushed her down on the bed, crawling on top of the breathless woman who submerged in the lust.
“Now, complete your part of the bargain and make me forget her, Peach.”
He wasn't inviting her to their marriage bed just to consummate; he was inviting her to a trial by fire.
The challenge hung in the air, cold and unforgiving as Luke continued, showing her the depths of euphoria, claiming her body and soul, completing the marriage they made with ulterior motives.