04|Prenuptial agreement.

Celeste pov.

What on earth was I doing? Did I really want to sleep with a man I barely knew?

I was angry, hurt, betrayed, practically drunk out of my mind and yet none of that explained why I was here, doing this with a man who was practically a stranger.

Why I was pressed against the wall.

Why my legs were wrapped around his waist.

Why he was holding me, kissing me, grinding against me like he actually wanted me.

Like he wanted me... Was that why it felt so good right now? Or was it just the satisfaction of getting back at Ethan?

Either way, it didn’t stop the moan that slipped from my lips as he leaned back and trailed kisses down my neck, one hand braced on the wall, the other gripping my waist tightly.

Then he sank his teeth into my flesh, causing me arch against him, my eyes fluttering shut as I threw my head back.

“Oh God,” I whispered, breathless, my arms tightening around his shoulders as I pulled him closer.

I felt the slight tilt of his lips against my skin, and before I could react, he pulled me away from the wall, both of his hands gripping my ass as he carried me to the bed and gently laid me down on it.

However, his hold might have been gentle, but the moment his lips returned to mine, he was anything but.

My moan was swallowed by his mouth as one hand cupped my face, while the other slid lower, slowly inching my dress up.

My breath hitched, and my eyes flew open the moment I felt his fingers hook around the edge of my panties. Almost instinctively, I wanted to push him away and stop this— to listen to the tiny voice in my head warning me that this was a bad idea. But all my protests vanished in an instant as he yanked my panties down, his fingers brushing my clit, sending a jolt of tingles up my spine.

Oh my God. Oh my God.

What was happening? No matter how hard I tried to make sense of it, I couldn’t.

A gasp tore from my lips the next second as Rowan parted my thighs with his hand, never once easing the brutal pace of his kiss.

My back arched, hands fisting the sheets as my body trembled beneath him, and then he slid a finger inside my aching pussy.

I stopped kissing him back, stunned, as he pulled away slightly, just enough for me to feel the heat of his breath on my lips.

His voice was low and casual, almost teasing, as he moved in and out of me with slow precision.

“So tell me,” he whispered, “why would a married woman like you want to cheat on her husband?”

My eyes snapped open, locking onto the most handsome man I’d ever seen, completely taken aback by his unexpected question but I couldn’t dwell on it. Not when a moan slipped from my lips and my head fell back, my breathing growing heavier as he worked his fingers inside me.

Fuck, it felt so good. When was the last time anyone touched me like this? His fingers were thick, stretching my walls in a way mine never could.

I gasped when his other hand moved to my chin, tilting my face so I had no choice but to look up at him. I bit my bottom lip as he curled his fingers, hitting just right, so deep and fast that I could have sworn I actually saw stars.

“Why would a woman like you want to cheat?” he asked, his tone curious, like he genuinely wanted to know, like he wanted to read through my thoughts. His head tilted slightly as he studied me.

“With the way you’re clenching around my fingers, trembling like this… I’d guess it’s because your husband doesn’t satisfy you. But…”

He leaned in closer, his eyes dark and piercing as he drove me closer to the edge.

“There’s more to it, isn’t there?”

A ragged breath escaped me as I stared into his eyes. Something in them held me captive, and I wasn’t sure if it was because I was closer to cumming or because he knew it. He slowed his pace, waiting for me to respond.

Before I could stop myself, the words spilled out, breathless.

“He doesn’t want me.”

I turned my gaze to the ceiling, my voice barely above a whisper. “He doesn’t touch me. T-that’s why I want to cheat on him. So please…”

My eyes flickered back to his, and before I could think, I reached for his face, my hand trembling. His gaze dropped to my fingers, then lifted back to meet mine.

“Make me cum.”

I watched the way his head tilted, a slow, amused smirk curving his lips. Then, in a voice low and deliberate, he murmured,

“Your wish is my command.”

I bit my bottom lip, inhaling sharply as he slowly pulled out his fingers and lowered himself between my thighs.

As I stared up at the ceiling, moaning softly, I knew what I was doing was wrong.

But it wasn’t about revenge anymore.

It was something deeper, something I couldn’t quite name.

But if I had to choose one word for it,

It would be sin.

And I was sinning with this stranger.

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I groaned, furrowing my brows as sunlight peeked through the window, pulling me from sleep.

God, was it morning already? How had time flown by so fast when I barely got any rest?

I knew I had to get up, make breakfast for Ethan, iron his clothes, clean the house, and do the laundry.

There was so much to do. Ethan had said his mother and sister would be having dinner with us, so I had to prepare for that too.

But I could barely keep my eyes open.

My whole body ached, not from overworking, but from a different kind of pain.

The good kind.

“Celeste, you need to wake up,” I mumbled to myself, forcing my body upright. The sheet slipped off my naked skin as I blinked against the light, still groggy.

But as my eyes adjusted, I froze, completely still.

I wasn’t in my room.

I swallowed nervously, trying to make sense of where I was, but in the next second, everything from yesterday came rushing back all at once.

The betrayal from Ethan and Liora.

The club.

And the stranger I had sex with…

Oh my god. I had sex with a stranger.

My head snapped to the side, expecting to see a naked man lying next to me, but to my immense relief, the bed was empty. He was gone.

I let out a shaky breath, my heart still pounding in my chest as I ran a hand through my hair, trying to process it all at once.

But as luck would have it, I didn’t get the chance, my phone began to ring beside me. I reached out and picked it up, only for Emma, my best friend and the lawyer I had hired to handle the divorce, to scream through the phone.

“Celeste! Where the hell were you? Why weren’t you answering?” Her voice was panicked, making me take a deep breath and clear my throat before responding.

“I—I was asleep. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to miss your calls. Is this about the divorce?” I asked quickly, trying to change the direction of the conversation.

But her next words knocked all the air from my lungs.

“Of course it’s about the divorce, Celeste! Why would you do that? Signing a prenuptial agreement without even telling me? Don’t you realize you won’t be getting a dime if you go through with this?”

My eyes widened as the phone slipped from my hand.

Prenuptial agreement?

But I never signed one.