Silent Devotion: When My Cold Marriage Turns Burning Hot

t want to make a scene, so I just went along.

ce didn't waver. She tried to offer more, but then his hand ma

her head, voice barely more than a whis

word brooking no argumen

tried to unfasten his shirt, her hands clums

trong suit. In one swift move, he c

r brushed her skin, her body revea

no match for Vincent's determination. Her undergarmen

ly by the metallic snap of his belt buckl

Each breath mingled, hers shallow and uncertain, his

d the chill. Every time her hair swept across his chest, it sent another rip

body instinctively yielded to his touch. She clung to him, her arms aroun

p made her gasp, her

er back against the seat, and started again-his hu

nk, lost in the h

trembling, breathless, and too

essed, wrapping her gently in his jacket

. Her cheeks still glowed with color, and sweat dampened her lashes

be he had let thing

oothe her before settling her into bed. Only when she wa

the window. The city stretched out below him as he lit a ci

t, spoke on the line. "Mr. Clarke, someone from A

crossed his mind. He didn't respond, sim

with Michael and chosen to marry him instead. That had

irring up what Vincent h

was supposed to be away for business, his trip scheduled to last a few more days. The second n

ayna outside. Once, she had loved Michael fiercely. If

slip into shadow, his thoughts hidden beneath

.

sky with soft gold before Day

pped out of bed, stretching off

Vincent was still at home, seated at t

left for work hours ag

ver, legs slightly unsteady, and saw that

aside. "Have some breakfast," he

him, and the housemaid appeared

at, each motion calm and precise. He never spoke w

e morning magazine at his elbow. He always read

t a glimpse of the cover-a

mage stared

ss, Vincent picked up the m

t: "Apex Entertainment's New President Reun

ichael's face was shown clearly, and though only her profile appear