A kiss that shut her up!

Nothing could have possibly defused Bella more than the slam of Miguel’s mouth against hers.
She’d drawn in a breath the same second his lips smothered hers, and her lungs held the air in stunned suspension. Her heart smashed against her ribs, once, twice, and still he didn’t stop, only deepened the pressure with his strong, hard lips while he scooped her up in his arms.
'Miguel is kissing me? Like… my husband?' 
No... Her head is aching seriously with euphoria. She wanted to bite him, push him away and proceed with her plan to scream but she couldn't..... 
Miguel Rodriguez whom she betrayed is kissing her again like this, she honestly doesn't want to let go. 
There was no passion in his kiss, no sense of need or desire, but there was heat. A consuming, toe-curling, bone melting fire that spread through her blood even as her mind screamed that she was an idiot. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before, and she had no defenses prepared for it, no protection.
He carried her somewhere, but she didn’t even care where, her mind is completely in fire and she couldn't make anything of the events. His chest was solid and warm against her, his arms strong and muscular.
They were both soaking wet, and it felt as if steam were rising from their skin and clothes. 
His mouth stayed steady on hers, never letting up, and she felt as if she were drowning in the taste of him, something dark and heady and overwhelmingly masculine. Bella wished she could stay like this with him forever, or go back to the day's they're still married, but she's clearly aware it's all her twisted fantasy. 
He made a sound deep in his throat, and she couldn’t tell if it was annoyance or pleasure, but the fact that he's kissing her is pleasuring enough. 
He swung her sideways through a doorway, and for the briefest moment, so fleeting she wasn’t certain if she imagined it, she felt his tongue sweep over her lips.
Her senses were still spinning when he dumped her unceremoniously into a bathtub. 
She heard a man’s voice call his name, and the sound snapped her out of her trance. 
She blinked twice, looking at him questionably as if to ask him what the next line of action is now, but he grabbed a sock from a sports bag sitting beside the tub and shoved it into her mouth. A hand towel came next, and he secured it over her mouth with a knot at the base of her head.
Furious, she shook her head and screamed into the gag, praying the sock was clean at least.
‘Miguel you jerk, you can really do this to me after kissing me?’ she cursed violently in her mind. 
He washed his hand briefly in the basin and faced her, "I'm going to answer the door. So help yourself by not making a sound or else I will show you the real me, and by Jesus, you're not going to love it”
“You!!!” She shrieked through the gags but her voice could never get out of the gag and then the realization that he had the upper hand here drawn on her and she becomes silent automatically.
Miguel comes out of the bathroom and closes the door behind him.
“Are you busy with something?" Ross, wearing a torn, sleeveless white T-shirt and faded jeans, asks as he enters the room. "I called your phone, and even the cabin reception but no answer came"
“Must I answer it every time you call?” Miguel held his breath while he kept one eye on the bathroom door, fearing she would bold out at any fuckin moment. 
‘I just have to trust that blabbering girl for this once’ He thought to himself, trying not to think of her again. Ross had seriously advised him to keep his heart in check again, and mind the women he deals with, at least not the likes of Bella Trump.
Ross shook his wet, dark hair and headed for the refrigerator. “Damn, it’s hot. Have you ever turned this device on?”
Miguel really wanted to get angry at this moment, but he could never get rid of the likes of Ross or Edison; those are the only close family he has now. 
The three of them had apparently forgotten that the status is of boss and subordinates in the past. Though, when he was about to step down from Agatha, Miguel Rodriguez himself had asked the two of them to either follow him or not and they chose to stay by his side while going to pursue their various careers.
The rain had nearly stopped, but the heat hadn’t let up. Miguel loved it that way, because the chill creeping down his spine each time his mind wandered to the crazy woman in his spine is more than he can ever imagine. Humidity choked the air like a tight fist, Miguel felt he had to discharge Ross first, “Look, Ross, I'm kinda busy this time, if you're not in any hurry, mind coming back later?"
Ross gave a snort of laughter while he rummaged through the refrigerator, clanking bottles against cans. “First time in five years that I'll hear you say you're busy. What are you busy with? Shall we do it together?"
“I’m serious.” Miguel raked a hand through his still-wet hair. The woman had been quiet for all of sixty seconds. He was terrified, this is too strange for her to keep quiet. 
Or she's dead.... no. Miguel shakes his head vehemently. 
His quest successful, Ross pulled a cold bottle out of the refrigerator, then kicked the door shut while he twisted off the cap. “At least what you want to do can be named? Don't tell me you're watching porn?"
Amused with himself, Ross took a long swig from his bottle, then gave a loud sigh of appreciation. “Damn, that tastes good. Don’t mind me, how can the top notch, most talked about boss of Agatha watch porn?. I’ll just sit right here and drink my beer and you can go right ahead and do whatever it is you need to do. Oh, yeah, and I’m supposed to remind you about the tux fitting on Thursday morning and dinner Friday night at Edison's house after the wedding rehearsal.”
Muttering an oath under his breath, Miguel shoved the door closed as Ross plopped down on the sofa. “Speaking of your wedding, don’t you have to help your bride pick out flowers or tablecloths or something? Grooms should be by their brides in this kind of time right?”
“I am helping. By staying out of the way. She's with her friends all day and being there is a hassle.” Ross tossed back another swallow of beer while he put his feet up on the weathered pine coffee table. “I’ve got three hours to kill before I pick my son up from his grandma’s house, so let's watch soccer before I go.”
Miguel couldn’t help but notice the pride in Ross’s eyes at the mention of his son. A son he hadn’t even known existed until a few weeks ago. Miguel still couldn’t believe it. Ross had a five-year-old son and was getting married in a few days to Maggie Smith, whom he never met only after everything came to this. 
And Edison. Married to a blond beauty like Isis Gaston , with twins. A boy and a girl. Damn if life didn’t work in strange, mysterious ways.
Thank God at least he had kept his sanity, after losing his own wife Miguel thought with relief.
“Hey....” Ross gestured with the bottle in his hand “Why are you sweating? Are you masturbating?”
Miguel's eyes widened in shock, “Since when did you have the guts to ask me such questions huh!”
Ross was about to remind him of his own instruction before stepping down from Agatha that both him and Edison should t
reat him equally when a noise from the bathroom made Ross turn his head.