Filed to story: When His Wife Can’t Forgive
Lifting himself slightly to ease her breathing, he taunted, “Go ahead and cry out. Let him witness how I’m claiming his cherished daughter.”
Color flooded Scarlette’s cheeks, a mixture of rage and mortification. “Kenji, you absolute scoundrel!”
“Scoundrel? I haven’t even done anything yet.” With one hand still restraining her wrists, his other toyed with the hem of her delicate nightgown. “Now I’ll show you truly scandalous behavior.”
Knowing his intentions all too well, Scarlette instantly locked her legs together. “Don’t even think about it!”
Though her glare was fierce, she had to whisper her threats, fearful of alerting her parents. To Kenji, her restrained defiance only heightened her allure.
Dismissing her token resistance, Kenji’s hand traced down her waist before flipping her over, delivering a sharp smack to her bottom. “Part your legs.”
The sting drew a startled gasp from Scarlette’s lips.
Unable to soothe her stinging skin with her trapped hands, Scarlette kicked out in frustration. “You brute! Strike me again and I swear I’ll end you!”
Kenji’s voice dropped to a dangerous whisper, heavy with accusation. “Wasn’t that punishment well-deserved? Tell me, whose name were you moaning while I kissed you earlier?”
Under his penetrating gaze, unease crept into Scarlette’s consciousness. She turned away, unable to meet his eyes. “How could I possibly know it was you when my eyes were covered?”
“You couldn’t recognize my tongue?” His blood ran hot as he pressed, “Before you recognized me, were you imagining your date’s lips instead?”
“Don’t be absurd!” Scarlette protested. “He only crossed my mind after the kiss.”
This only stoked Kenji’s irritation further. “So, you didn’t know it was me, yet you dared to kiss back, even using your tongue?”
A flicker of unease passed through Scarlette, but it quickly ignited into defiance. “And why shouldn’t I? Anyone who kisses me well deserves a response.”
After all, wasn’t that the only reason she’d given in to Kenji before? He wasn’t that special at all.
The more she dwelled on it, the more her anger flared. “Tomorrow morning, I’ll make sure to kiss Roscoe right where you can see.”
Kenji’s expression darkened like storm clouds gathering. Though he knew she spoke only to wound him, jealousy still coursed through his veins. The emotion rose from his chest like poison, choking his throat and setting his jaw rigid.
Gazing down at her, raw desire blazed in his eyes before he forcibly reined it in, struggling to maintain his composure. “I came here to apologize, not to force you,” he said, his voice arctic cold. “But you’d do well to hold your tongue.”
Scarlette, ever rebellious, shot back, “Why should I? I won’t.”
“Won’t be quiet, or won’t listen?” Kenji challenged.
“Neither.”
A dangerous laugh escaped Kenji’s lips as his dark eyes bore into hers. “So, you’re truly planning to let Roscoe kiss you tomorrow?”
“Yes!” Scarlette declared, her chin lifted in defiance.
“And invite his tongue to dance?”
“Of course!”
“Will you let his tongue explore elsewhere?”
Scarlette faltered, caught off guard. “What?”
Kenji’s words dripped like honey laced with venom as he slowly asked, “Will you let his tongue explore your private parts?”
Crimson heat spread across Scarlette’s cheeks. After an eternity of silence, she managed what she hoped was a cutting response. “I wouldn’t allow him to stoop so low. Only you deserve that.”
Her words punctured Kenji’s anger like a balloon. “You consider that stooping low?” A genuine laugh escaped his lips.
Scarlette caught her lower lip between her teeth, momentarily speechless.
“Very well,” Kenji exhaled dramatically. “Since I came to apologize, I suppose I’ll have to stoop to those depths today.”
The fight drained from Scarlette’s body, her anger dissipating like morning mist. Her eyes, round and expectant, fixed on his mouth. Kenji read her desire as clearly as words on a page.
“You’ve been yearning for me, haven’t you?” he taunted softly.
“Miss you? How conceited,” Scarlette scoffed, though her voice trembled. “Your worthless mouth means nothing to me.”
But when Kenji’s hand traced along her thigh, her resistance shattered like spun glass.
“If you haven’t missed me, why do your legs part so eagerly? Feeling weak already?” Kenji’s voice held dark amusement.
Scarlette closed her eyes. “I’m going to sleep now.”
Kenji loosened his hold. “Keep your mouth covered. If your parents hear your moans and come in, I won’t stop.”
At his command, Scarlette immediately tensed and quickly covered her mouth with her hands.
However, ever cunning, Kenji disguised his punishment as gentle caresses, masking it as an apology. He was punishing her for consuming his thoughts day and night, and for embracing other men while he recovered in the hospital.
When it was over, the sheets were damp, and Scarlette’s pillow was soaked with tears as she cried softly, silently cursing him.
Kenji got up and kissed her, adopting the role of comforter after leaving her vulnerable. “The pain will fade soon,” he whispered.
He shook the bed frame gently, noting how unstable it was. Any forceful movement would certainly create noise.
Kenji spread a heavy blanket on the floor and carefully helped her down. “Kneel,” he commanded, gently grasping her slender calf. “Does this position hurt your knees?”
Scarlette raised her hips slightly, blinking in confusion. “Are we going to do it in this position?”
Kenji responded dryly, “What else do you think? Did I sneak in here just to perform a magic trick?”
He hadn’t intended to rush things, but the frustration he’d endured at dinner was too pressing to ignore.
Scarlette wasn’t truly in the mood, but she was familiar enough with his caresses to accept the situation. After a brief pause, she decided to make the best of it. “Let’s call a truce for now.”
Kenji looked at her incredulously. “Did your brain stop developing when you were eight? What kind of adult speaks like that?”
Scarlette scoffed, “You’re always so harsh. You’re nothing compared to Roscoe.”
Kenji’s expression darkened ominously. “Ah, that explains why you’re so fond of him.”
Scarlette shot him a defiant glance, sensing his disturbing mood yet holding her ground. “Exactly.”
Just as Kenji was about to thrust into her, Scarlette suddenly realized something and protested, “Wait, you didn’t bring protection, did you?” However, Kenji did not stop.
Fear widened Scarlette’s eyes, and soon her vision blurred. Her mind went blank, leaving her only capable of soft whimpers. Kenji whispered into her ear, “I have three with me tonight, but I don’t want to use them. It’s better to use your mouth.”
A mix of shame and anger washed over Scarlette as she weakly threatened, “Don’t even think about it. I’ll bite.”
Kenji merely laughed off her words dismissively.
After a long separation, their intimacy was even harder to end. Kenji, taking advantage of the lengthy night, was insatiable.
Afterward, Scarlette wept until she became disoriented, revealing her deep-seated vulnerability as she reached out desperately for an embrace.
Kenji’s demeanor softened, and he held her close, gently patting her back as if comforting a child.
Through her tears, Scarlette expressed her bitterness, “Kenji, I still hate you.”
Understanding her distress, Kenji took the time to explain, “When I touched that woman, I felt nothing. I didn’t think of anything either. That’s the truth.”
Yet Scarlette couldn’t let go of the harsh words he’d previously spoken. “You said you wanted her.”
“I only said those words to annoy her boyfriend,” Kenji answered defensively. “But you’re the one who brought it up first.”
Scarlette remained skeptical. “You once said you liked women with larger chests, and she fits that description.”
Kenji found himself momentarily speechless, unable to produce an excuse. Eventually, he replied awkwardly, “I’ve started to prefer smaller ones now.” He paused briefly before slipping his hand beneath her shirt, as if verifying something. “It seems like they’ve gotten bigger, not smaller.” Scarlette quickly slapped his hand away.
Kenji asked suggestively, “Do you put in extra effort when you think about me?”
Scarlette replied in frustration, “I’m trying to have a serious conversation, and you’re making jokes?”
Her sudden seriousness caught Kenji off guard, prompting him to soften his tone. “Then perhaps I should take you to see some male escorts. That would even the score.”
Scarlette looked up, a memory sparking in her mind. “That sounds like a plan… You have an uncle in that line of work, don’t you? Named Ryder.”
Kenji was taken aback. How did she find out about that? Without hesitation, he said, “No way.”
Scarlette retorted, “Why not? You said I could even the score.”
A wave of jealousy washed over Kenji. Why? Because the male escorts at his uncle’s club were top-notch, catering exclusively to the wealthiest women of high society. Each of them was elite, possessing irresistible charm. If Scarlette interacted with any one of them, she’d be left thinking about it for days.
Kenji didn’t elaborate further, simply saying, “I’ll find a male escort for you myself.”
Satisfied from their intimacy, Scarlette yawned. “Humph, I’m off to sleep.”
Kenji couldn’t stay longer, so after a quick kiss, he got up to leave.
He had been soaked upon arrival, too absorbed in Scarlette to notice the chill. Now, as he left the warmth of her bed and put on his wet clothes again, the cold began to seep into his bones.
Kenji soon came down with a mild cold, something he initially shrugged off. Unfortunately, it unintentionally passed on to Scarlette. She became lethargic, stubbornly refusing to visit the hospital or take any medication, despite Alicia’s persistent coaxing.
It was only when Kenji showed up that Scarlette finally agreed to come downstairs and eat something.
From their vantage point upstairs, Caden and Alicia watched Kenji’s every move with keen interest.
Below, a touching scene unfolded as Kenji gently fed Scarlette the soup prepared by the housekeeper, carefully coaxing her to take her medicine.
A soft chuckle escaped Alicia’s lips. “Caden, he’s so much like you were in your younger days.”