Celeste's breath hitched as cool air brushed her skin, she didn't have to look to know her thighs were now exposed. Not that she could do anything, she felt stiff. Too stiff to move or even breathe properly. Her heart raced as his fingers moved higher, and like an overdue reminder, Celeste remembered that she wasn't wearing anything under her robe. She had cried herself to sleep and hadn't bothered to change into her clothes or underwear.
Not that it would have made a difference. She'd been tricked into the mad heir's room and all she wanted was to get away without snapping the little thread keeping him sane.
In panic, she blurted. "N-no... please... sir. T-this is w-wrong..."
Aiden's fingers slowed, but didn't stop. His brows furrowed as he watched her. Her lips were parted but no more words came. She still looked scared, but now, a little panicked.
"Is it wrong to touch my wife?" He asked, his fingers moving traitorously slow.
Color rushed to Celeste's cheeks at his words, a mix of fear, panic and embarrassment. Though he wasn't running wild now, she could see why he was called the mad heir. Who touched a stranger like that just because she was called his wife?
Aiden suddenly stopped, and Celeste tensed. Her eyes lifted to his face, the little spill of light coming from somewhere in the room catching the shift in his expression. His brows drew together at first, then slowly a smirk crept up his lips. His gaze moved from her robe back to her face, his smirk growing darker.
"Are you naked, wife?" He asked the known, the look in his eyes setting off alarms in her head. His smirk deepened. "And you're not here to seduce me?"
Celeste's eyes widened at the accusation.
"You're in my bed, wearing nothing under your robe... isn't that seduction, little lamb?" His voice was low.
"No-no... I—I..."
Without warning, he leaned in, close enough for her to feel his hot breath on her skin. "Shh... let me touch what's mine, wife."
Before she could process his words, he pushed three fingers inside her.
"Ah-!" She cried out, feeling his fingers slid deeper inside her cave.
"Part your legs, wife." Aiden whispered close to her ear. His fingers slid in deeper when she didn't respond and she cried out, before complying.
Celeste couldn't tell if she parted her legs or they parted themselves. Everything she felt was foreign and wrong, but a part of her seemed to enjoy the feeling of his fingers being inside her.
"Wider." He whispered closer this time, his lips grazing the nape of her neck.
She obeyed.
Celeste was shocked at herself when her hips moved slightly against his hand. That little movement made her eyes jolt open, realizing her body was slowly betraying her, or in fact, already had. A part of her wanted to let this wrong feeling swallow her whole, another part knew it was indeed wrong and wanted to tell him to stop, but she was trying to keep a strange sound from escaping her lips, so she couldn't speak.
Her teeth held her lips tightly, struggling not to let a moan escape, while the man above her made it extremely impossible to. The fact that a few hours earlier he wanted to strangle life out of her was hard to believe.
What if the housekeeper or Anna were to come in to check on her? She hadn't heard him lock the door. Being caught in this kind of situation was the last thing she wanted. She didn't know whether to focus on his fingers circling her clit, or the fact that anyone could open the door and catch them both in this awkward position.
"Mmm—"
A moan escaped Celeste's lips when Aiden suddenly pulled out his fingers, cutting through her thoughts. The very sound she tried to hold in. Her wide eyes stared up at the ceiling, hoping Aiden had missed it, but it was loud enough to not be missed.
"You moan so well, wife." He said against her skin.
"T-this is w-wrong.." she managed to say, while trying not to make another strange sound.
"Wrong?" He chuckled darkly. "Your body is saying yes, darling. You're dripping for me. Don't fight it."
Aiden pulled back, taking in the sight of his vulnerable little lamb, her flushed face, wide eyes, the way her fingers gripped the sheets like it would disappear. Then, his hands slid possessively up her thighs, forcing them further apart.
"N-no... I—I want a divorce!" She blurted out in panic.
Aiden froze. Slowly, he lifted his gaze to hers.
"I've... I've spoken to your aunt already," she rushed. "She said you just need to sign the papers."
At the mention of his aunt, something in his expression changed. The heat vanished, replaced by something cold. He released her thighs, sparing her one more glance before climbing out of the bed.
"Where are the papers?" he asked, his voice distant now.
"I—I don't have them yet. But I'll bring them." Celeste replied, noticing his sudden change.
He stared at her for a long moment. A faint smirk tugged the corner of his lips, before disappearing like it was never there. Then he turned to leave without another word.
Celeste watched as he took his leave, she let out a shaky breath when the door shut. That would've gone differently, she thought.
Clutching her robe, she climbed off the bed and moved to the door, locking it with trembling hands. The soft click brought no comfort. She had locked it before and he had still come in.
She doubted she could get any sleep. Even with him gone, his presence lingered in the room. Her body still felt the ghost of his touch. She still couldn't believe she had felt his fingers inside her, the same hands that had nearly strangled life out of her.
He was insane, and from what she had seen, he did insane things too. First thing in the morning, she would have the servants move her to another room. She couldn't understand what they had been thinking, leaving her in the same room as their master. Was it some kind of ritual?
But even then, the man she had seen didn't seem entirely mad. He was different from the person she had seen in the hallway. Maybe there was a lot the rumors left out, not that it mattered. All she wanted was the divorce papers. Once she had them, she would leave without looking back.