Chapter 16

**Angel's POV**

My hands slid off his chest and lay limply at my sides; I mentally controlled my urge to touch him. “We can’t...” I swallowed the lump in my throat and my cheeks flared! We were so close to—

I detected movement at my neck and pretty soon Brad hoisted his neck and straightened the posture of his body. He was still at an alarming proximity to me. Our breaths given freedom to mix and sway in attraction, his eyes commanding mine, I could easily glimpse the lines formed between his brows. Yes, we were at a treacherous closeness. I had to restrain myself from disregarding my previous halt and—

I closed my eyes in an attempt to steady my thoughts, to allow logic rather than primal desire to dictate my actions. But it wasn’t going to work! He was pressed against me. I eased my eyes open, he was observing me.

“What were you saying?” his voice a substitute for gravel and I winced. I couldn’t face him, this was embarrassing, I lowered my gaze.

“We shouldn’t...”

“Shouldn’t what?” he probed. I could feel the intensity of his gaze. Was he serious? He knew what I was referring to!

“You know.” I replied, my eyes meeting lifeless orbs.

“Say it.” he directed, his teeth glittering almost like fangs.

What? He couldn’t be serious!

I continued to stare at him incredulously, praying to all Gods that he didn’t close the mere millimeters between us. I don’t sense that I would be able to say no to him a second time.

“Say what it is that we shouldn’t do. Say it,” he growled softly, and instead of recoiling like a normal person my traitorous body yearned for him even more!

The breath stuck in my throat and I had to compel myself to speak. The words, however, were in quick paced stutters. “W-we shou-shouldn’t sl-sleep together.”

I thought I saw his lips curve in a smile. The ruthless bastard! I lowered my eyes again but they fell on his chest. His revealed flesh and I grew bothered, I knew my heart rate was spiking again. Damn it Angela! I scolded myself.

“Isn’t that what married couples do?” He whispered but the sound was lost to me I was transfixed by his body. Coincidently he was the first man I ever saw so much off and it was only his torso.

“Angela?”

This time the word penetrated its way into my ear and I looked up. “Hmm?” I stared into his eyes. Did he notice I was literally checking him out?

“I just said that sleeping together is what married couples do.” He repeated and my heart flipped. Why did it flip?

“Usually, but we are not attracted to each other.” My words flowed in a rush and he eyed me, silence surrounding us. He held my gaze and then his head bent and I felt his lips at my neck, right where my pulse could be heard. “If this—“he laid a kiss on the area and I bit my lip to restrain the moan rising up from deep within. “Is not a clear indication of attraction, then I don’t know what is.”

I felt him smile. The smug bastard!

“Then clearly, your beliefs on attraction are worthless.” My voice was rasping sound and I immediately tried to clear my throat.

He face me once more. “Clearly.” He smiled, but there was no humor in it. “You can only lie to yourself. I know that my kisses bothered you, heated you and you were well prepared and craved more.” My mind blanked. Was Brad talking to me in this manner? He never did. And why was it heating me even more? He paused, I supposed for his words to sink in and then he started up again.

“I can give what it is you want, all you have to do is ask and we both shall have our sexual frustrations out of the way. Besides I have heard that angry sex is the best.”

Danger. No, fire; that is what I would be playing with and it would be inevitable if I were to get burnt. Never in my life did I expect Brad to speak to in this manner...as if he coveted me, desired me. But I knew him. This would be just sex. I couldn’t put myself at risk with him, not for fear of loving him, hell that is not bloody likely to occur! But I still needed faithfulness.

“I am not sexually frustrated.” I retorted and I attempted to push him away, to untangle the web around our bodies. Hesitantly he moved away and my body screamed for his touch. “Even if I was, I would certainly not come to you.” I spat acidly. He had some nerve! Why would he think I would want him? I know I sort of did but I really didn’t want him to have that information.

I witnessed the colour of his eyes darken and I knew he was annoyed. I inwardly smiled. “Are you referring to your doctor friend? I wouldn’t dare if I was you. You're my wife and I will be damned if—“Did he just suggest that I would have an affair with Paul?

“Hahah, are you kidding me? Now I am your wife? Didn’t you think about that when you were sleeping around?”

“You are my wife.” He responded, completely ignoring my last question. “Should I show you?” He asked and he reached for me but I moved out of the way before his hypnotic touch caused me to change my decision.

“No. I don’t require illustrations.” I responded hotly.

His hands fell at his sides and his lips curved in a half-smile. “You will realise, if not tonight then soon, that you turning me away was a mistake. I can see the desire in your eyes but when you are unable to sleep because your mind is trying to envision all the pleasure I was going to gift you, just remember that you can still come to me but be warned, I will only satisfy you if you beg me for it.”

His words soft and distinct in the still darkness. He couldn’t be serious! I was not going to have any sleepless nights, nor was I ever going to beg—for him.

“Thanks for the advice slash offer but I think I am gonna pass.” I retorted.

“Don’t be so sure.” He responded and before I knew it he was in front of me, his hands encircling my waist and cupping my face. His lips pressed lightly, enough to torture me into wanting more, but my pride was not about to be shaken. He pulled away from me in no time at all and it was almost as if he wasn’t there.

“Good night Angela. Hope you have a restful night.” The corners of his lips quirked in a knowing smile and he turned to leave.

When he was halfway out of the kitchen, he shouted over his shoulder. “By the way, you have very soft skin. Maybe you should cover up now.”

I gasped and looked down at myself, my upper body was exposed, the only piece of garment to provide me with modesty was my bra. I looked at where Brad was last seen but he was no longer there, a trail of laughter staying in his wake.