Accidental Marriage with the CEO: Unwanted Bride
Chapter 33: Get you pregnant

Chapter 33: Get you pregnant

"No... you shouldn’t be doing this," Silas said, prying her hands off his chest. His breath ghosted over her lips, warm and shaky, sending a shiver down her spine. She moaned, her body reacting to the closeness of his breath.

"Doing what?" She asked, her voice low and seductive. The sultry lilt in her tone made him falter, his eyes falling to her mouth, the curve of her lips too inviting to resist. He swallowed, fighting the heat rising inside him. He had only been with a woman once before, and that had been so rushed, so chaotic, he barely remembered it.

Zara didn’t wait. She leaned in and seized his lips with hers, kissing him with hunger. To her surprise, his hands slid to the back of her head, threading through her hair as he deepened the kiss, taking control in an instant.

While their mouths locked, Zara slid her hand down between their bodies, fingers tracing his arousal until it pressed firmly against her core. She moaned into his mouth, the contact igniting her, and his cock twitched hard against her.

Breaking the kiss, she whispered breathlessly, "No, I don’t want your love, darling. I want your cock." She smiled devilishly, her voice dripping with mischief and desire.

She leaned forward until her bare breasts pressed against his chest, their skin touching in a slow burn, and whispered against his ear, "Fuck me from behind." Then she pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, smiling, daring him.

Without a word, Silas gripped her hips and lifted her with surprising strength. He shifted on the couch, guiding her until her back was to him. Still seated, he bent her over slightly, her hands resting against the edge of the couch for balance. Dropping the towel around his waist, he leaned forward, his lips brushing the back of her ear, and kissed her there gently, making her moan softly in response.

"Teasing me now, huh?" She breathed, shuddering as his thick arousal brushed against her bare cheeks. She pushed back against him, grinding slowly, her body aching for release. The heat between her legs grew slicker, wetter, and she bit her tongue, trying to contain her own moans.

But Silas wasn’t rushing. He kissed a slow path down her spine, trailing heat with every touch of his mouth. She whimpered his name, "Oh, Silas..." trembling at his pace.

His hand came up to her left breast, caressing it as his mouth stayed fixed on her back. Then he moved to the other, giving it the same attention...gentle, teasing but something in her shifted. A shadow flickered across her eyes. Without warning, she pushed his hand away sharply.

"Don’t touch my breasts!" She snapped, voice hard, and the air in the room changed.

Silas froze. He stepped back, the tension rolling off him as he slowly stood up, the moment between them shattering.

"What?" She barked when he pulled away. "Can’t you fuck me without touching my body?"

"You were the one who wanted this," he said tightly, grabbing his towel and wrapping it back around his waist. "But now touching you is a crime?"

Zara hissed, visibly frustrated. "I have been with far more skilled men than you and they actually listen. Just fuck me. How hard is that?"

She dropped back onto the couch, legs spread, trying to tempt him, but he turned his head away, jaw clenched, refusing to give in to her game.

"Well, I am sorry other men were your puppets," he said coolly. "Go back to them and maybe they will fuck you exactly how you want."

That was the last straw.

"Fine. Fuck you and your cock!" She spat, grabbing her robe from the floor. She threw it over herself and stormed toward the door, yanking it open. With one final glare, she slammed it shut behind her, leaving him alone in the silence.

Once she was gone, Silas sighed and dropped onto the couch, running both hands through his hair in frustration. How had he allowed himself to fall into that? He has met far more beautiful and seductive women in the past, and none had ever gotten under his skin like she just had. How had Zara of all people managed to seduce him? He clenched his jaw, promising himself to not let her near him again.

His eyes drifted to the floor, and there it was, her black lingerie, a whisper of temptation abandoned in the middle of his room. Just the sight of it brought back the image of her bare skin, soft and flushed, her body melting into his. Desire stirred in him again, unwanted and persistent. For someone who claimed to have been with many men, her skin was remarkably flawless, untouched. There was something about her, something unnameable that made him want to give in. And that scared him.

Realizing she had crawled into his head more than he would like to admit, he stood abruptly and returned to the bathroom. A cold shower was the only thing that could tame the heat simmering beneath his skin.

...

Meanwhile, just a few rooms away, Patricia quietly entered Roman’s study and shut the door behind her.

There he was, seated at his desk, scribbling something that looked like medical records. The room was dim, the only light coming from the desk lamp that cast a soft glow across his face.

"I am here," she announced, her tone steady, though he had clearly already sensed her presence.

He put down his pen and turned to her, eyes scanning over her in a way that made her instinctively shrink back. She had chosen her nightgown carefully, simple, unrevealing, yet fit enough to outline her shape. Why was he staring at her like that?

"Come here," he said, his voice low and firm.

Reluctantly, she approached, her eyes on the shelves, the desk, the floor, anywhere but his face until she finally reached him.

She stood still, waiting for him to speak. When he didn’t, she turned slightly to meet his gaze, intending to ask why he had called her.

But before she could speak, he grabbed her wrist and tugged her forward.

In an instant, her body was only inches from his, her breath caught as she looked up at him in disbelief.

"What are you doing?!" She demanded, frowning.

"I told you to stay away from Syres," he said, his voice low, almost too calm for the intensity in his eyes.

Patricia’s anger flared. "And when did I ever agree to that? Who I talk to is none of your business. We may be legally married, but we don’t owe each other loyalty. Stop interfering in my life."

His eyes darkened, his grip tightening slightly. "How many times do I have to tell you...you are mine, Patricia. I don’t care about your loyalty. As long as you are my wife, I decide who gets near you."

She glared at him, not backing down. "Your wife is sleeping peacefully in her room. We are both prisoners in this ridiculous marriage. I won’t stay away from Syres, and there’s nothing you can do about it."

His lips curled into a smirk that unsettled her. "Oh, there’s something I can do," he said. "I could get you pregnant. That will make everyone stay away."

Before she could process that, he released her wrist and slid his hand to her waist, then lifted her onto the desk with ease, spreading her legs and positioning himself between them.

She gasped, breath catching in her throat, stunned by how quickly the atmosphere had changed. She looked into his eyes and saw something burning there, not just lust, but possession. A hunger that unsettled her.

"No... You promised not to do what the old woman wants," she whispered, breathless, her body tense under his touch.

His hand remained at her waist, steady and warm.

"And who said it’s not what I want?"