Cairo keeps his palms pressed against the wall on either side of my head, trapping me completely.

His olive-gray eyes stare straight into mine like he's trying to see inside my soul.

"Diana?" he says, repeating my name like he's tasting it. "That's what you said your real name is, right?"

I nod once, barely breathing. My heart won't stop pounding.

"Now tell me who the fuck you're married to."

I keep staring into his eyes, wondering what he plans to do to Eden.

"What are you gonna do?" I ask quietly. "Kill my husband? Kidnap him too?"

He gives me a small amused smile, the kind that would make any woman melt if she wasn't already terrified.

His thumb starts drawing gentle circles on my cheek.

"I'm gonna spare him... But only if he didn't know you're my woman."

The words "my woman" pull a quick breath out of me. My lungs feel useless.

I give him a soft laugh, just to show him how crazy he sounds.

"Growwwwl!" A stupid, ugly sound comes from my stomach.

We both freeze for seconds.

The wedding cake was the last thing that went in my mouth yesterday, and now my body is reminding me in the worst way possible.

God, why now? He definitely heard it. There's no way he didn't.

He lifts his hands off the wall and steps back a little, giving me space.

"Get in there," he says, pointing toward the bathroom with a tone so deep and commanding I don't even think about arguing.

The bathroom door is open, lights already on.

I walk in slowly. There's a golden toothbrush still in its box on the counter.

I pick it up, brush my teeth fast, splash water on my face, and try to steady my breathing.

By the time I step out, he's already on the phone by his bed.

"Is breakfast ready?" he asks whoever's on the other end. "Okay, come take her to the dining room."

He drops the phone and looks at me.

A knock comes at the door and my eyes fly to the entrance.

A neatly dressed woman with her hair tied in a perfect bun and a black-and-white maid uniform steps in.

"This way, ma'am," she says softly.

I follow her, looking back at Cairo.

He's still watching me, eyes fixed like he's making sure I don't disappear the second he looks away.

The door shuts behind us and we walk down the hallway.

My eyes keep wandering like a lost sheep.

The floors are black tile, so shiny It can serve as a makeup mirror.

The walls are black too, smooth and clean.

Every corner has a statue. Not regular sculptures, but tiny black diamonds connected together to form human shapes.

They sparkle under the lights, and I make sure to stay far away from them. If I accidentally knock one over, I'm sure the price could buy me and my whole family as slaves and still have change left.

We get to the dining room and my feet stop halfway.

A long table is covered with so much food. I can't even look at it all at once.

Fresh oysters on ice with lemon wedges. Bite-sized lobster tails dipped in warm butter, there's so many.

It looks expensive. It smells expensive. My stomach growls louder this time.

A man in a perfectly suited black outfit stands in the corner. He has long hair that touches his shoulders.

I remember that long hair from last night, he was the masked man that wrapped the cloth over my nose.

"Good morning, ma'am," he says politely.

My lips can't form any words. Not when the same man who helped kidnap me is greeting me like I'm his madam.

Before I can think of anything, a hard grip tightens on my arm. Someone drags me so fast I almost fall.

My body hits against a frail figure. She pushes me back like I'm dirty and shouldn't touch her.

"You think you can just find your way back into my son's life after what you did? You wild slut!" she says, face full of disgust.

"I'm... I'm not who you think I am..." I try to explain, but she's not listening.

"Oh! You're a liar too? What kind of heartless woman abandons her own child and the man who gave her everything?" she asks, waiting for me to answer like I actually have one.

"You think I don't know about your dirty little stripping business?"

"Stripping business?" My voice stammers. "Ma'am, that's... that's not..."

"Get out and go back to whatever filthy stripper dump he picked you from!" she grunts, pushing me away again.

"You better leave this place, or I'll make sure every day in this house is a living hell for you. Mark my words."

"Mom!" We both jolt as we hear Cairo's voice.

I look toward the far end of the corridor. He's already dressed up.

Black shirt, black suit, silver watch catching the light faintly.

He walks toward us with heavy steps, face tight with rage.

He gets between us, blocking his mom from touching me again.

That intoxicating scent of his is now more pronounced.

"Mom, if you ever speak to my woman like that, I'll make sure you won't see Skye for a month."

His mom's eyes widen with shock. She opens her mouth, but nothing comes out.

He extends his hand to me. I lift mine slowly and place it in his.

He takes me gently and guides me to the table.

"Sir, the jet's ready," Mr. Long Hair says. "We need to move any minute."

"Business can wait a little, Alec," Cairo says. He pulls off his suit jacket and hands it to Alec. "I gotta feed her myself."

My heart flutters stupidly. Feed me? What the hell?

"Amanda," he says to the maid setting the table, "get your hands off."

The maid looks up, shocked. "Mr. Arsher, I... I can do it. You don't have to worry."

"Get your hands off the table, Amanda," he repeats, his voice tight with command.

She steps back immediately, like wasting one second would cost her job.

He folds his sleeves, washes his hands at a small sink in the corner, then comes back.

Then he starts dishing food onto a plate, his arm muscles flexing.

I stare across the table at his mom. She's still giving me that murderous gaze, like she's already imagining ways to make me disappear.

She's the only person in this house who wants me gone, and honestly, she's right to want it.

I need to escape.

Eden and my mom must be looking for me, and I can't let Mom worry. Her health isn't stable. One bad episode and she could end up back in the hospital.

I glance down at my shorts under the milk-colored satin gown. My phone is still in the pocket of my shorts. It's been there since yesterday when I got dressed for the wedding.

I guess that's why they didn't take it from me. They probably didn't even think to check.

My fingers slip inside the pocket slowly. I pull the phone out while keeping my hands under the table so Cairo doesn't notice.

My heart is thudding so violently because of what I'm about to do.

I open the notes app with shaky thumbs and start typing fast.

*I know you want me gone from here. Can you help me escape?*

I pause for a second. I don't even have a penny on me.

*I need a little money to escape too. Please help*

I hit send in my mind even though it's just a notes app.

If she sees this... maybe she'll help. She wants me out more than anyone.

Cairo starts moving closer with the plate. My heart shuts down with panic.

I drop the phone on the floor under the table as quietly as I can.

Then I kick it gently toward his mother's side with my foot.

Her body flinches when the phone hits near her feet. She looks down, confused.

"You okay?" Cairo asks, noticing my weird little movements.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I say quickly, forcing a fake smile.

He settles in front of me, eyes on my face like he's studying every expression.

His mom bends down slowly to look under the table.

She sees the phone and our eyes meet for one second.

God, I really hope she reads it and helps me. I hope she doesn't seize my phone. Or worse, show my text to Cairo.

She straightens up without a word, her face still cold.

Cairo cuts a piece of beef, dips it in the cream, adds a bit of salad, then holds it to my lips.

I open my mouth and take it. The creamy taste melts on my tongue, soft beef so tender it falls apart. I chew slowly, eyes on his face.

He keeps staring at me, then brings his thumb to the corner of my mouth, wiping the leftover cream.

Then he licks it off his thumb without breaking eye contact.

My heart stumbles stupidly. Then starts beating faster and heavier.

"Cairo?" his mom says. "Can I speak with you for a second?"

"Mom, I'm busy," he answers, still staring at my lips like he's obsessed with the way I'm eating.

"Cairo! This is urgent."

He sighs, stands up, and follows her outside.

I can't help it. I grab the fork and start eating fast.

Beef, salad, cream, everything. The hunger is so bad it feels like a hole in my stomach demanding more.

A few minutes later Cairo storms back in.

"Alec, we need to leave," he tells Mr. Long Hair.

Then he comes to my side, leans down slowly, and presses a soft wet kiss on my left cheek.

My stupid heart melts like butter.

He stares deep into my eyes. "I'll be right back. I don't wanna look for you, else you're not gonna like it."

He picks up his coat from Alec, throws it on, and they leave like men with urgent business matters.

I finally breathe out for the first time since I woke up, but it's too early to relax.

"Get over here," his mom demands, still talking to me with that disgusted tone.

I stand up immediately and follow her. We walk down the stairs, through what looks like the backyard, to a small gate.

She throws my phone at me. I catch it fast. How the hell does she think I can afford a new one?

Then she throws a wrapped stack of thousand-dollar notes at me.

"Get away from here and stay far away from my son."

"I don't want to see your face ever again!"

She pushes me out the gate before I can thank her.

The gate shuts behind me and I stare at the clean dollar notes in my hand.

I need to get a flight immediately.

I run out to the street and stop a black cab. I hop in and tell the driver to take me to the airport.

As the cab drives away, I stare back at the mansion.

It's tall, black, and beautifully luxurious, almost like a palace for rich people.

A deep pain aches in my heart.

I don't know who he is or the woman he's looking for.

But now I know what he has for her. The way he looked at me, fed me, protected me. It's all I've ever craved from a man.

But unfortunately, I might never get it.

Because I'm married.

And this will be the last time I'll ever be touched, fed, or defended the way he did for me.

I turn my gaze to the road ahead. I don't want to get emotional over a stranger I don't even know. Or even worse, over a love that's meant for another woman.

~~~AN HOUR LATER~~~

The taxi that picked me from the airport drops me in front of our apartment. The little rented house Eden and I share, renewed every year.

I get out and shut the door.

I breathe deeply to calm my nerves before pressing the doorbell.

My mind keeps replaying yesterday. Eden's bare ass, the rage I felt.

Eden opens the door before I can press the bell a second time. His hair is messy, like he just woke up.

"Diana!" he shouts.

"Jesus Christ! Where the fuck have you been?"

I brush past him and step inside.

"I've been calling you all night! I thought something happened," he says, following behind me.

I drop my phone on the table and stare back at him.

He grabs my arms and I yank them away, remembering everything from yesterday. How he was riding another woman like he didn't have a care in the world.

"Talk to me," he says. "You just disappeared. Where did you go?"

"I got kidnapped, Eden. Some men grabbed me outside the hotel."

He stares at me for a few silent seconds, trying to figure out if I'm lying.

"Kidnapped? What? By who?"

"A guy thought I was someone else... he totally mistook me for her."

"Diana... that's insane." He comes closer and cups my cheeks.

"Are you sure you're not hurt?"

"I'm fine... Just tired. And angry."

"This happened because of everything that went down last night, Eden. If you hadn't been... doing what you were doing, I wouldn't have run off alone."

His hands fall off my cheeks. He looks down. I can see the shame still eating at him.

"I know. I'm... I'm fucking sorry about all that."

"Did you tell Mom I was gone?" I ask.

"No, I didn't. I drove her home safely."

"Good. I didn't want to bother her."

DING! My phone vibrates on the table.

I pick it up fast.

The message reads:

"Oh Diana baby. I told you not to move from that table. I just landed in your city and I'll see you soon."

My heart flips wildly. "How the fuck did he get my number?"

"Diana? What's going on?" Eden asks, noticing the change in my expression.

Before I can answer, he snatches the phone and stares at the text. His face clears out.

"Who the fuck is this?!" His voice rises, somewhere between anger and confusion.

"That's... that's ummm..."

"Diana, who the fuck's calling you 'baby'?" he asks again.

"That's... that's my kidnapper."

Eden stares at me with absolute shock.

"Your kidnapper? What the hell's going on?"

~~~TWO DAYS LATER~~~

"You know what? Give me that," Pippa says, reaching for my phone again. "Let's look this guy up. What did you say his name was?"

"Cairo. Cairo Arsher."

Pippa's thumbs start hitting the screen aggressively.

I sit tight on my chair, my stomach burning with fear and anticipation.

I should be hoping he's a nobody. That he's just some crazy guy I'll never see again.

But there's this tiny, shameful part of me that's itching to see that face again.

Pippa doesn't even believe a single word from my mouth.

I've told her everything that happened the past few days.

The kidnapping, Cairo thinking I'm his runway ex, how his kid looks just like me and she called me 'mummy'.

And how that man Cairo said he's coming for me... but I haven't heard from him.

I feel like I'm being haunted.

Every single time I hear a knock on our door, my heart hits the ceiling, thinking it's finally him.

I get back to work stacking bottles of face cream into the cartons while Pippa digs through my phone.

"Hmmmm," Pippa hums. Her brows are almost touching her hairline.

"What? What did you find?" I desperately lean over the table, nearly knocking down some bottles of cream.

"Listen to this," Pippa says, her voice turning serious.

"Cairo Arsher, at just twenty-five, has expanded the Arsher diamond trade into billion-dollar empires, earning him the name 'God of Diamonds.' That's a news headline from six years ago."

My heart makes a weird violent flip. "That's him!" I scream.

"That's definitely the man who kidnapped me!"

I stretch my hand out. My palm is itching to have my phone back. "Let me see the picture."

I need to see those olive-gray eyes again.

I need to know they were real and not just some fever dream I had because I was stressed about my wedding.

"Oops, ummm... sorry," Pippa says suddenly. She pulls the phone back, her face turning bright red.

"What is it? Is there a picture of a woman?" I ask, my heart sinking.

Pippa looks at me with mischievous, suspicious eyes. She looks like she's just found a goldmine of gossip.

She turns the screen toward me slowly.

"Sex positions," Pippa announces, her voice dripping with amusement.

My blood chills to ice. I realize she just discovered my browsing history.

I quickly snatch the phone from her hand, my heart racing with pure embarrassment.

I start tapping the screen fast, closing all those open tabs I'd forgotten about.

Tabs filled with diagrams and photos of women in extremely wild, complicated sex positions.

I was browsing them the night before our wedding. I was so desperate to make things exciting with Eden that I spent hours researching how to actually feel something.

I throw the phone into my bag, totally avoiding Pippa's gaze.

Pippa keeps her mouth shut, but I'm sure she's holding back a storm of questions.

"I just wanted to spice things up with Eden," I blurt out. I don't even know why I'm explaining.

"By spice things up, you mean... in the bedroom?" Pippa asks. Her voice is dancing with a laugh she's barely holding back.

I stare at her for a long minute. The embarrassment is starting to fade into disappointment.

"I wanted to try something different, Pippa. It seems like he's the only one ever enjoying himself when we do it."

"What do you mean?"

The words feel so heavy to say them out loud.

How do I tell my best friend that ever since Eden took my virginity five years ago, I've never actually felt that "spark" people talk about?

Pippa nods slowly. She seems to understand without me having to say a single word.

"He's your husband now, Diana. You should tell him how you feel."

"No!" I shake my head violently. "I can't tell him that."

"Why not?"

"Because maybe... maybe it's not his fault. Maybe I'm just... broken."

"It's not his fault? So you're the one who has to fix it by yourself?"

"You're doing that people-pleaser thing again, Diana. Trying to fix everybody's problem. This is a couple's problem, it's not just on you."

"Yeah, you're right," I say, but I've lost the motivation for that.

I don't even want to try those positions anymore. Not after seeing him with his boss. So fucking disappointing.

"I'm sorry, babe. But you deserve to feel an orgasm, bitch!"

"Maybe you should touch yourself. Try to explore what actually makes you feel good without Eden."

"Ewwww! Pippa!" I scream, clutching a jar of cream to my chest like a shield.

"It's not gross! Honestly, ladies know how to touch fellow ladies way better than men ever can. They just know exactly where to make you squirm."

I stare at her, feeling a mix of disgust and a weird poke of jealousy. But hearing her talk about it makes me realize how much I've missed out on.

"Griiiiiing!" Our office table phone dings and Pippa takes the call.

"Hey Pippa. Congratulations. You and Diana are getting the promotion tomorrow. You both should prepare for the interview first thing tomorrow morning." Our marketing rep announces.

"Mark!" We both yell at the same time.

My heart swells with a sudden burst of joy. "Oh my God!" I scream.

"Jesus, Mark! You did it? You put in a word for us?"

"Yes, Diana. But you both need to help me out."

"The interview meeting is tomorrow and if it goes successfully... you're gonna be earning double what you're earning now."

"Thank you so much, Mark. We'll be there." I squeal with excitement.

I don't think they'll ever understand what this means for me.

If I'm pulling ten thousand a month, I'm never begging Eden for a dime again. And he can miss me with that "I pay for everything so I run everything" energy.

My phone rings in my purse and I grab it immediately. It's Eden.

"I have to go," I say, grabbing my bag and stuffing my things inside. "I'll see you tomorrow, Pippa. Eden's here to pick me up."

"Wait a fucking minute, he picks you up from work now?" Pippa asks, sounding shocked.

"Yes, well... I've got a stalker, remember? Eden has taken matters into his own hands. He doesn't want me walking to the bus stop alone."

Pippa laughs, shaking her head. "That's so husband-like. See you tomorrow, babes. Don't be late! And... congratulations to us!"

"Congratulations, bitch!" I yell back as I head out the door.

I run out of the company gate and see Eden's black car idling at the curb.

Ican barely see his face through the tinted glass as it's already getting dark.

He rolls down the passenger window. "Get in!" he grunts.

I open the door and hop in. His cologne fills the car immediately. That sharp scent of black coffee and sweat. It's a smell I've known since the day we met.

"Seat belt," he says. He isn't even looking at me.

"Oh. Right." I grab it and click it into place. The engine growls and we drive off.

I stare at Eden. He's so focused on the road, his jaw clenching.

"Thanks for giving me a ride home," I say, trying to break the heavy silence.

"You need to start leaving work early, Diana." His voice is tight, like he's giving me a warning. "6 p.m. is too late. You've got a potential kidnapper out there."

I stare at the dashboard, totally speechless.

"You're my wife now, alright? You can't be working that late," he adds after a few minutes of silence.

"I'm about to get promoted, Eden," I say quietly. "My salary is going to double. Ten thousand dollars a month is too promising to lose."

"Money doesn't mean anything if you're not safe. You can stay home for a while. I'll cover everything."

"You didn't even congratulate me. I'm trying my best at work, Eden."

Eden sighs like I'm being difficult.

Suddenly, the car makes a violent screeching sound. We both tumble forward, but the seatbelts jerk us back into our seats.

"Shit! What was that?" Eden grunts. He quickly opens his door and runs out to check.

My heart's already out of my body. I watch him stand outside the car, his hands resting on his hips as he stares at the front tire.

He comes back to the window and leans down.

"The front tire just bursted," he says, his voice dragging with exhaustion.

"What? What are we gonna do?"

He just shakes his head, looking totally clueless.

"Stay here. I'll get help from that station up ahead." He points to a station just a minute's walk away from where we are.

"Alright. Make it fast, please?"

He sighs and starts strolling down the road. I settle into the car seat, my hands shaking with cold.

Then, I hear a sudden tap on my window.

I look over and my heart literally jumps out of my body.

It's him! My body jerks back, almost ready to run.

Those olive-gray eyes are staring right at me.

He's standing there like a tall broad figure, dressed in all black and looking like a shadow.

He really meant it. He really is in my city.

"Get out of the fucking car, Diana," he demands. His voice is so deep it's impossible to think straight.

My hand rests on the door handle, wondering if I should just obey him or scream for help.

"Get out of the fucking car, Diana."

I stare at him; my brain is screaming at me to lock the door, to honk the horn, to do anything but obey.

"No," I whisper, even though he probably can't hear me.

I shake my head aggressively, my hair brushing against the leather seat. "I'm not coming out. Go away!"

Cairo doesn't look angry. Instead, his lips curved into a smug look I don't like.

It's the kind of smile a predator gives when the victim thinks they've got a choice.

"Eden is only a minute away, Diana," he says, his voice sounding lethal and dangerous.

"If I have to break this glass and drag you out, he's gonna hear it. And then I'll have to deal with him."

Then he gets close to my ear through the window, close enough to make my body react.

"Do you really want your husband crawling before he reaches his car?"

My chest empties instantly with a panicked gasp.

I stare at him and I can see the firm promise in his eyes. I think this man can actually do what he just said.

My fingers are shaky as hell as I push the door handle to open the door.

My heart is banging so fast I feel like I'm going to pass out.

The night air gets my whole body vibrating, but his body close up gives me a little bit of warmth.

Before I can even stand up straight, his large hand wraps around my wrist.

He doesn't say a word as he starts dragging me away from the car, toward the line of trees that borders the road.

"Where are we going? Cairo, stop!" I stumble behind him, my heels sinking into the soft dirt in the woods.

"My husband is right there! He's going to see us!"

He keeps going until we're far into the woods, the streetlights spilling faint lights through the branches.

He spins me around and pulls me fast against his chest, his thumb pressing firmly against my lips to silence me.

He finally gives me a smile,a genuine smile that makes his dimple pop, like he's finally won a big prize.

"Are you enjoying this?" I ask, my lips shaking against his thumb.

"Does it make you happy to scare me like this?"

"Yes," he grunts, his voice vibrating deep in his chest. "I fucking do. I told you not to leave that goddamn table, Diana. You don't listen."

"I'm married!" I fire back, trying to push against his stone-hard chest, but it's useless.

"I have a life and I have a husband! He just went in that station, Cairo. If he sees us together, he'll..."

Cairo gives me a short, dark laugh, and I can't tell if I should be scared or fascinated.

"Oh, that sounds really fun. Let him come. He'll finally learn exactly who you belong to."

Then his face goes completely still. The laughter clears out, replaced by a gaze so threatening and possessive at the same time.

"I don't want any other man close to my woman," he says, his voice dropping to a growl.

"I'm definitely gonna have to do something about this little marriage of yours."

I scoff loudly. Who the hell gave birth to this outrageous human being?

"Do you always say crazy things with so much confidence? You can't just end a marriage because you feel like it."

"I can do real crazy things if I see a male hand on you again," he whispers, leaning down until our noses are touching intimately, as if he didn't just make a threat that could end my marriage.

Or worse... end my mom's life.

I stare at him, feeling completely lost. I want to tell him again that I'm not Sienna, that he's making the biggest mistake of his life, but I can't find the words anymore.

"Why did you bring me here?" I ask instead.

Cairo looks around the dark woods, then back at me, like I'm supposed to remember something.

"Look around you. Tell me what you see."

I glance at the woods. I don't see anything special around.

"I only see trees, Cairo. It's just the woods."

He nods slowly, his eyes still on me. Suddenly, he gives me a firm push.

My back hits the rough bark of a big tree with a thud that leaves me gasping.

He reaches for his neck and slowly unwinds his black satin tie, pulling it free from his collar.

My heart starts racing with pure terror. That's when I remember where I am.

I'm in the dark woods with a stranger who thinks I'm a woman from his past.

"What the hell are you doing?" I gasp.

"Fulfilling your slutty little desires," he says, stepping into my space. "Have you forgotten already?"

I tilt my head; I don't think I register what he just said.

"What are you talking about? I don't have any desires."

"First," he says, his voice sounding smoky as hell, "you asked me to fuck you silly in front of the mirror until you covered the glass with your squirt."

"Which I did for you. Over and over."

"What?!" I scream. I've never even heard of someone doing that.

"Secondly," he continues, getting even closer until I have to lean my head back against the bark, "you begged to be my little fuck toy all night. And I gave you that privilege... Diana."

He says my name like it's a new flavor he's still trying to decide if he likes.

Then he scans my face, his eyes searching for a memory that isn't even there.

"And after that... you just disappeared," he says, his jaw crushing. "You didn't even let me know you were carrying my child until you left her on my porch and ran again. Did you really think I wouldn't hunt you down?"

He stands up straight and holds the satin tie between his hands. "Hands up, Diana."

"Sorry, what?"

He reaches out and grabs my cheeks, forcing me to look up at that mischievous, dominant smirk.

"Do I need to remind you what's third on your slutty little list? Lift your hands. Now."

"No! I'm not doing that!" I yell. "You're fucking outrageous!"

Cairo steps back and laughs.

"Seems the name change came with a little defiance, huh? I love the new version of you."

Before I can protest again, he lunges forward.

He grabs both of my wrists and drags them up above my head.

I struggle, but it's like trying to fight a mountain.

He loops the satin tie around my wrists and knots them tightly to a branch above me.

I'm literally gasping, my heart thundering from a mix of shock and pure adrenaline.

"Cairo, what are you doing? Let me go!"

He brings his face inches from mine, his breath smelling like expensive vodka.

"'I want you to tie me to a tree and fuck me until my legs can't move.' That was the third thing on your list. And as always... Your wish is my command."

"No, no, no!" I shake my head, my wrists straining against the silk. "You can't do that! I never said that!"

He gives me a wicked grin. "I can't? We've done much worse together baby, and you begged for every second of it."

"I'm married!" I scream at him.

His expression changes instantly. The amusement clears out.

"I'd like you to stop mentioning that marriage to me, Diana. It's starting to fucking irritate me."

He starts reaching for the buttons of my work uniform; I try to shift away, but I'm pinned.

His fingers are surprisingly steady as he opens the first three buttons.

His hand slips inside, sliding over my skin until he finds the lace of my bra.

He slowly glides his fingers underneath, cupping my breast.

A large gulp rushes out of me. My whole body weakens.

His hands are slow, but they feel like fire.

"Tell me," he whispers, pressing his lips against the sensitive skin of my neck.

"Did your little husband ever pin you to the balcony of a building 2000ft up, and fuck you until your screams reached the clouds?"

I can't answer. My brain is turning to mush as I imagine what he's saying.

"Tell me if he's ever made you cum so hard that you begged on your knees for more," he mutters.

Then he starts running slow, wet kisses down my throat.

The vibrations of his deep voice rack through my body, weakening my knees until I'm practically no longer standing, but hanging from the branch.

I stare at him, lost in the magnetic pull I can't deny.

My heart is thundering. My skin feels too hot, like I'm running a fever, despite the night cold.

I'm scared, yet... I want him to keep touching me.

"Cairo, please..." I beg. I don't even know what I'm begging for anymore.

I'm terrified that Eden will walk into the woods and find us, but I'm also terrified that Cairo might stop.

His mischievous smile returns. He drives his hands off my body and suddenly drops to one knee in front of me.

I look down at him, my hands still tied above my head, wondering what on earth he's doing.

"Well," he says, looking up at me with those predatory eyes. "Let's see how many times you scream my name before your little husband finds you."

My thoughts scatter like leaves in the wind.

I should scream for help or fight him, but my body has never felt so alive. He pays so much attention to everything he does.

He dips his hands under the rim of my skirt and pushes it up, bunching the fabric around my waist.

My thighs are bare to the night air, the cold prickling my skin, making me shiver.

Then he lifts my legs, dropping them over his broad shoulders.

His face is only inches away from my pussy. That's when I realize I've been vibrating down there. And my black panty is soaked.

It doesn't make a single bit of sense.

Not even Eden has ever gotten me this wet. He hasn't even tried because he literally has never cared to.

His tongue shifts the fabric of my pants and I throw my head back, staring up at the dark night sky.

My heart is pounding so hard it could tear in two.

God, I'm married and my husband will be here any minute, yet I don't want him to stop.

What the hell am I doing?