Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 152

“No, no, what am I even feeling guilty about? We’re just a married couple on paper, that’s all.

He minds his business, I mind mine,” she comforted herself inwardly.

But right now, she was with her brother…

Bennett watched the way her eyes darted, her obvious unease twisting her features. He leaned in, lowering his voice to a whisper only she could hear, his words low and edged with frost:

“Shares? Birthday presents? Mrs. Boyd…”

His breath brushed her ear, cold and mocking.

“…Who exactly is this little act for, hmm? Who are you trying to convince with this show of ‘devotion’?”

Gwyneth stiffened, barely perceptible, her fingertips gone ice-cold.

Bennett didn’t wait for her to answer. He seized her pale wrist, pulling her firmly toward the corner of the room.

He didn’t head for the front door. Instead, he stopped in front of a heavy guest room door.

With a swift motion, he scanned the keycard and before Gwyneth could react, his grip tightened—unyielding, almost bruising—as he dragged her inside.

“What are you—mmm!” Gwyneth gasped, but the sharp click of the lock cutting off her protest.

Bennett moved with lightning speed: one hand locking the door behind them, the other pushing her back onto the wide, soft bed.

She landed on the expensive silk comforter, the fabric cocooning her instantly.

“Have you lost your mind, Bennett?” Gwyneth’s voice shook as she tried to push him away, palms flat against his solid chest. “Let me go. If anyone sees—”

“Sees?”

He cut her off, his usually calm eyes now dark and stormy. She saw something there she’d never seen before—a raw, wounded hurt.

He stared into her, as if he could see right through her defenses.

“So I’m supposed to be your dirty little secret, is that it?”

Suddenly, he pulled her into a rough embrace, his teeth grazing her ear, his arms locking her in place. His voice, low and dangerously seductive, brushed against her skin:

“Do I need to prove it—right here—just who your husband really is?”