Chapter - [ 3 ]

[ Valeria ]

"I want us to consummate our marriage, Ashton."

I don't know what made me say those words to him but I knew, I couldn't take them back.

His cold eyes flashed shock but he didn't let it show on his face.

"It's quite late, Valeria. You must rest. Tomorrow, we'll discuss the conditions that we're going to follow in our arrangement." He said in a deep voice.

I felt humiliated. What was I thinking when I asked a stranger to fuck me because my ex-fiance cheated on me and I had to prove a pointless point.

I pursed my lips and turned to leave. How was I going to even face him?

"Wait!"

His intimidating voice echoed in the deadly silence room and I halted in my tracks. My heartbeats picked up their rates as I felt him near me.

"What made you say this?" He asked me.

"Forget it, I don't want to discuss anything. You're right, we should focus on our business." I snapped coldly and tried to walk but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back.

As a result, my back collided with his hard chest. I felt an electrifying sensation waved through my body. Why was I feeling this whenever he's around.

"I demanded an answer, Valeria and I hate when people disobey me." He whispered in my ear, his hot breath fell on my bare shoulder.

I gulped hard, I was playing with fire.

"I think you heard the first time, Mr. Rodriguez." I said trying to sound confident but I know, I drastically failed.

"If I claim you tonight, you'll be mine, to please, to fuck. You'll not refuse me whenever I'd need you. Believe me, the pleasure will be mutual. No men had ever make your body feel the way I'll do." He whispered in a raspy voice.

I could smell whiskey in his breath.

I fisted my dress. Whatever he was saying, it sounded thrilling but I am not a slut. He must treat me with respect.

"I refuse, Mr. Rodriguez. I am not your regular whore." I hissed under my breath and yanked his hand.

These chauvinistic males. What do they think of themselves?

"I am not finished yet, Mrs. Rodriguez." He swirled me around so we could face each other.

His eyes has turned dark but mysteriously beautiful.

"For your kind information, I do not bring whores to my house. This place is my wife's. She's the rightful owner and lady of this house. And you're the first woman who ever entered inside this room. So, consider yourself lucky." He spoke and eyed me.

I felt conscious under his intense stare. At the same time, I was speechless. He just confessed that he never brought a woman in this house.

Involuntarily, I felt somewhat special.

No, I should get a hold of my hormones.

It was lust and he was the perfect man to make all my fantasies come alive.

"I want you too, Valeria. Let's make it offcial." He said, his adam's apple flexed as he spoke.

"Sure." I nodded my head in approval.

It might be the alcohol in my system that was taking over me but I knew for sure that I needed this handsome specie of man. I might wake up to regret this act of impulsiveness but life taught me that it could bring unexpected surprises.

"Are you sure about this, Valeria because there won't be any backing out?" He asked me.

"I am sure, Mr. Rodriguez. I don't know how insane it may sound but I want you to take my most valuable treasure." I said firmly.

His eyes reflected confusion. I stepped closer to him.

"What do you mean?"

"I am a virgin." I sighed.

His eyes sparkled up. An almost invisible smile crept on the corner of his lips.

"Then I'll be the luckiest man to claim the treasure, mi corazon."

I took a step closer to him and placed my hands on his chest, it was firm and hard, the soft fabric of his shirt fitted him perfectly.

I hadn't meant to sound needy but the way he treated me, in the most gentlemanly way, the most ruthless man, was waiting for my approval.

I had a feeling, now that I finally gave in to him, there would be no holding back.

"Look at me, Valeria." He placed his finger under my chin, catching my eyes with the deepest of the oceanic blue.

His scent was intoxicating, his whole personality screamed power, dominance and undeniably masculine charm. Every sane part of me, warned me to run because I knew, I'd be denying him, ever.

My treacherous body aching for him to worship me and lead me to an unexplored world.

I was ready to dive in.

My heart practically jumped out of my ribcage when he leaned into me, pressing his lips gently over mine while his hands crawled on my back.

I jolted with a new sensation.

"Easy, Valeria, the night is still young. I'm going to make you feel bloomed." He whispered against my lips while pulling down the zipper of my dress. He sealed our lips again. Slowly at first, giving me time to loose up the tension in my body and then feverishly with more passion.

I kissed Liam a million times but it never felt in this way. Our lips molded perfectly. It was pure lust, we both knew but I didn't expect it to turn out this sweet.

He pulled away when we were out of breath and roamed his eyes from my top to bottom. I felt conscious under his heating gaze.

"So beautiful and mine." He uttered in a smooth but husky tone.

He discarded his tie and slowly worked on the buttons of his shirt. His muscles flexed with his every moves.

He slipped his shirt, revealing his broad chest with a tattoo inked on his chest. I couldn't make what it was in the dim lights but it covered most of his skin. My mind drifted to how it would feel when he holds me in those strong arms.

I was lost in him and I fucking don't care if I ever find myself.