Chapter 117
"James, where are you taking Sophia?"
"Let go of Sophia! Even if you're her husband, you can't bully her!"
Liliana and Yasmin tried to pull me away, but James shot them an icy look, and they froze in place like they'd been nailed to the ground.
He dragged me all the way out of the bar and shoved me into the car.
"Drive," he told the driver.
The car pulled away from the bar, and silence filled the cabin.
I crossed my arms and stared out the window, not wanting to deal with him.
"Sophia, you've really gotten bold," he suddenly spoke up. "Going to a place like that, and touching other men."
"What's it to you?" I shot back. "I'm not your pet, waiting at home all day for you to come back, getting hugs when you're in a good mood and ignored when you're not."
"I'll go where I want and touch whoever I want. Unless you break my legs, I'll do it again."
I lifted my chin high, meeting his gaze defiantly.
"Sophia, you're not my pet, you're my wife. I won't restrict your freedom, but I won't let you run wild outside either."
I protested: "How am I running wild?"
His voice turned cold: "You still dare to talk back?"
"You accuse me of running wild, and I can't defend myself?"
He grabbed my face and bit down on my pouted lips.
I stared wide-eyed in shock and pushed him away: "What are you doing?"
His hand pressed against my lips with some force: "This mouth of yours always says things that upset me. What do you think I should..."
I watched him warily: "Don't you dare."
"Scared now?"
"If you do anything to me, I'll tell Grandma and have her deal with you."
Indigo was my weakness, but also the only person who could control James.
He said nothing, just told the driver: "Drive faster."
The car soon arrived at my place downstairs.
He pulled me upstairs, opened the door, went inside—all in one smooth motion.
"James, you..."
Before I could finish, he pressed me against the wall and kissed me.
This kiss carried a punishing edge, rough and urgent. I pushed hard against him, but he grabbed both my hands and pinned them above my head.
"Let go..."
He didn't give me a chance to speak, kissing me deeper.
When the kiss ended, I was breathless, my lips numb.
"James, you bastard!" I cursed.
"I can be even more of a bastard," he said, starting to remove his clothes.
I froze: "What are you doing?"
"Don't you like touching abs?" He yanked off his tie roughly, threw off his suit jacket onto the floor, and stripped off his shirt too, revealing his muscular upper body. "Come on, touch my abs."
I looked at his solid chest and abs, my face instantly flushing red.
"Who wants to touch your..."
"Didn't you love touching abs? Now I'm letting you touch all you want." He grabbed my hand and pressed it against his abs. "How about it? Don't my abs feel better than theirs?"
The muscles under my palm were firm and powerful, burning hot.
I instinctively tried to pull my hand back, but he pressed it down harder.
"Had enough already? Or are you thinking about going out to touch other men's abs?" he asked, his voice husky.
I didn't answer.
"Keep touching," he said, pulling my hand downward.
"James, are you crazy!" I jumped in fright.
"What are you afraid of?" He chuckled softly. "You're my wife. Touching your own husband is perfectly natural."
"You're sick!" I cursed at him. "I won't touch it, let me go!"
James was excellent in every way. His manhood looked ordinary enough in his pants, but in bed, it had given me plenty of trouble.
He lowered his head to kiss my neck: "Sophia, you're embarrassed."
"You..."
"Don't talk," he sealed my lips. "Focus."
His kisses left me dizzy, my rationality slowly dissolving.
Just when I thought he would continue, he suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong?" I asked groggily.
"No condoms," he said, his voice strained with desire.
I lived alone at home normally, so I did not need condoms.
"So... we won't have sex?" I asked.
He took a deep breath, as if calming himself, then lowered his head and kissed my forehead: "There are other ways."
I didn't understand and asked curiously: "What way?"
"I'll teach you." His palm covered and clasped my hand, his fingertips with their slight calluses brushing against my burning knuckles.
His voice was husky, his low tone wrapped in warm breath falling on my ear: "Relax, give yourself to me."
My face instantly burned red, the scorching heat exploding from my ear tips and spreading along my jawline to my neck.
His palm seemed to carry wildfire. My hand held in his, fingertips tingling, the heat rushing up through our touching skin, burning my chest tight.
My mind went blank. I could only feel my heartbeat pounding like a drum in my chest, shaking my whole body.
When I actually touched his manhood, my eyes went wide, and my whole body burst into flames.
I felt like I'd been thrown into a burning furnace, every limb soaked in heat, my body trembling with weakness.
My eyelids lowered. I didn't dare look at him, even lightening my breathing instinctively.
"Why don't you dare look at me?"
His scent filled my nose, my heartbeat racing as if it would burst from my chest any second: "I, I'm not afraid to look."
To prove myself, I lifted my eyes and stared straight at him.
He gazed at my flushed face, his eyes filled with deep darkness, his gaze carrying a heavy tenderness that hooked me like barbs, even the corners of his eyes tinged with barely noticeable heat.
I instinctively swallowed.
James chuckled softly: "So easily affected?"
"Shut up!"
I instinctively tightened my grip, but I forgot I was still holding his manhood.
When I remembered and met James's gaze, his eyes seemed to glow green, especially frightening.
I said shakily: "If I said it wasn't on purpose, would you believe me?"
James let out a low hum. His long fingers gripped my chin with undeniable force, pulling me forward slightly before leaning down to kiss my lips.
His kiss came suddenly and with burning aggression. The moment our lips met, he sucked hard, his tongue forcefully prying open my teeth, crushing and grinding with unquestionable force, plundering all the breath from my mouth.
He held my jaw, my body involuntarily pressing closer to him, nose against his, our burning breaths mingling together.
His force was heavy and deep, as if he wanted to devour me completely.
The grinding between lips and teeth carried scorching heat, making even the surrounding air burn hot, leaving my whole body weak. My fingers clutched at his clothes, my struggles futile, only able to let him plunder my lips at will.
That night, we didn't go all the way, but I still felt like a feather being blown up and down by the wind, never quite landing.
We went on until very late. Finally, I was so tired I couldn't even lift my fingers. He carried me to the bathroom to clean up, then carried me back to bed.
"Sleep," he said, pulling me into his arms.
I leaned against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, and closed my eyes, falling into a deep sleep.