Rebellion (A Dangerous Man, #2) by Serena Grey

Chapter One
    T HE JOURNEY TO SEATTLE IS SILENT.
Steve, the chauffeur, keeps his eyes on the road, and David, my husband - I
still can’t believe he’s my husband - studies some papers on his lap, totally
ignoring me.
    I can’t stop looking at his face in profile, his straight
nose, firm jaw and thick, wavy hair. He really is perfect, I think, captivated.
    It’s still hard to believe that this man, who I only met
three days ago, is my husband, and that I am leaving the life I have always
known to go with him to his home, his city, his life, of which I know nothing.
I don’t care though, I feel as if I’ve been trapped in a box for years, and he
has shown me what it means to fly.
    Between his reading and the brief, authoritative phone calls
he’s made, he hasn’t looked at me at all. It’s unfair, especially since I can’t
take my eyes off him. I don’t understand how he can make such wonderful love to
me, tease me until I’m blushing, and in the next moment, act as if I don’t even
exist.
    Feeling suddenly insecure, I look away from him. I can
almost hear Aunt Josephine’s voice, telling me how foolish I am. ‘Have you
stopped to ask yourself why a man like him would marry a girl like you? Don’t
you think he has an ulterior motive?’ 
    I push the doubting thoughts away. What ulterior motive
could he possibly have? I’m neither rich nor successful, nor exceptionally
beautiful. In fact, I was the one who begged him not to leave me.
    Turning back to look at him, I see that he’s still engrossed
in his reading. As I watch his strong fingers flip through his papers, my mind
drifts to last night, our wedding night, and I feel my skin heat up. Last
night, I was the one he was engrossed in.
    After the short ceremony, we all went back to the hotel
where he was staying for drinks and dinner. Halfway through dinner, which I was
too tense to eat, he suddenly stood up, and announced to our few guests that he
was retiring for the night with his new wife.
    The look in his eyes had filled me with such want that I
almost couldn’t stand. The next thing I knew, he picked me up and carried me out
of the restaurant and into the elevator, amidst self-conscious cheers from our
guests.
    We were alone in the elevator, and as soon as the doors
closed, he claimed my lips, his tongue delving hungrily in my mouth. His hands
found their way under my dress and started to knead me gently through my new
lace panties. I was whimpering with pleasure by the time we reached his floor.
    Then he lifted me again and carried me to his room. Someone,
probably his assistant, Linda, had arranged for wine in an ice bucket, and
strawberries. He ignored those. He dropped me, barely able to stand, at the
foot of the bed and pulled down the zipper of my dress, pulling it off my
shoulder along with the straps of my bra.
    When my breasts were free, he covered them with his hands. I
moaned softly as he massaged them gently, arousing me until I fell against him,
and he had to guide me unto the bed.
    He pulled my dress up around my waist and pushed my panties
aside, then his tongue was between my legs, and I was moaning and whimpering,
my fingers clutching his hair. In only a few moments, my body was pulsing
uncontrollably, shattering around his mouth. Then he stopped suddenly. While I
was still wondering why, he pulled down his pants and in the next moment, he
had filled me completely.
    I came immediately, crying out as the warm sweetness shattered
my body into a million pieces, then as he continued to move, I felt the
pleasure build up again, heat starting up in my core and spreading until even
my fingertips were filled with pleasure. I screamed my release the same moment
as he groaned loudly and collapsed on top of me.
    Then I said it. I love you.
    And he didn’t say anything.
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    The pleasure of my memories fades into a faint heartache. No
matter how I think about it, I can’t find a way to convince myself that I
shouldn’t be worried