Duplicity Of Desire: Bound To The Wrong Man

Ruth's POV

When did I fall asleep? I can't quite remember, I glanced at the wall clock in the room, it was past eleven PM. I looked around me hoping to find my cold and indifferent husband but what was I thinking? That he'll just show up out of the blue after disappearing for weeks.

I pushed the duvet off my body and dragged myself downstairs to get myself a glass of water. I heard the front door opening wondering who it was by this time of the night. I picked up a knife for protection and went to take a look. It was my husband, the same man who had left me without any word.

"Adrian." I called out softly, dropping the knife on a nearby side stool.

He looked at me with an intensity in his eyes that made something in me burn, what is wrong with my cold and aloof husband?

"Are you okay?" I took slow and calculated steps towards him.

He dropped his back on the floor, taking slow calculated steps towards me. I didn't move back because he is my husband and although our marriage is based on convenience, he hasn't ever given me a reason to back away from him.

I was pulled into a sudden kiss, one that felt rushed. His tongue pried my lips open and I opened up willingly letting him taste my mouth, letting his tongue play chase with mine.

By the time the kiss ended I was left breathless and lightheaded.

"Adrian what's wrong with you?" I had to ask again because this is unlike him, my husband has never kissed me passionately, he has never stared at me with longing in his eyes. He lifted me off the ground, my head swinging facing the ground and my feet dangling in the air.

What is this behavior? Everything is just foreign to me. I was thrown on the bed, he came on top of taking my lips again while his hands worked hastily on my nightdress.

This might be a one time opportunity, rather than sitting here and watching doubting my husband I should welcome everything he was giving me.

So I helped him out of his dress as well. In less than a minute we were both stark naked, skin against skin. I was expecting our boring sex routine but he surprised me when he started trailing kisses down my body.

He sucked and nibbled my neck leaving a trail of hickeys on his way.

He took in my left breast, he sucked, pulled and bit my nipples, while his hand gave my right breast the same attention.

The pleasure seethe inside my bones, I felt a warm feeling inside my stomach, my legs stretched digging into the bedsheets.

"Adrian..." I moaned, feeling the pleasure drawing me into an abyss.

He suddenly left my breast, the cold I felt seconds later made me shudder in delight. Adrian stood in between my legs and spread my thighs apart, pressing them on the bed.

He locked eyes with me while lowering his head down my throbbing pussy. With his one hand carrying his weight on the mattress the other wrapped around my thigh before his tongue sank deep into my hole.

Adriana's tongue moved inside me with precision, unconsciously I wrapped my fingers on his beautiful black hair.

I bucked my hips and spread my legs wider making his work easier for him.

Adrian ate my pussy like it was his favorite meal groaning from time to time.

I was struggling to keep up with how fast he was moving in and out my pussy with his tongue.

"Oh God! Oh sweet lord!" I couldn't stop myself from yelling at the top of my voice.

His tongue was replaced by his fingers, four buried deep inside my tight pussy while his thumb worked on my clit.

His mouth found my breast again. My head went blank, the pleasure was coming from different ankles, I didn't know which one to focus on.

"You like that don't you?" He asked, talking for the first time since he came back.

"I do, I like it so much Adrian." Came my rushed and sincere reply.

His fingers thrust in and out my pussy roughly while his thumb eager massaged my clit. I felt my orgasm building, the pleasure moved from my stomach to my pussy, my walls clamp up.

"Adrian I'm going to cum!" I yelled, my breathing came in a haggard bust.

"Go ahead, cum for daddy." His voice sounded husky and needy, I knew he was holding by a thin thread.

His words were all I needed to let go, I came so hard I saw stars, my eyes rolled to the back of my head and I trembled. Pressing my thighs together, my hand clamping my pussy, toes digging deep into the bed.

When I finally came back to my senses I saw him staring at me, the intensity of his gaze made me shudder even more.

My eyes dropped to his dick, it was bigger than usual, veiny and pulsating. Precum sliding down his thighs.

Testing the waters, I woke up and crawled to him on all fours, never breaking eye contact. Adrian gathered my hair in his hand and pulled me up, I stood face to face with his dick.

"Open up for me princess," he ordered.

I did without blinking, I opened my mouth taking in his full member. Adrian wasn't gentle, he drove his dick deep into my mouth, I felt it at the back of my throat.

Adrian deep fucked my throat relentlessly, his hold on my hair grew tight, the pain and pleasure sent my brain in a frenzy.

"There, take my cock like a whore, take it so good. Feel it slide down that deep throat of yours." He kept on thrusting down my throat savagely.

I felt his dick grow bigger inside my mouth, he was going to cum. He stopped moving but didn't pull out, he pressed in, his dick going in deeper, my mouth was pressed against his thighs.

Adrian released seeds, "Grrrr, ahhh, ahh." He groaned, the salty warm liquid rolled down my throat. He didn't pull out until I had swallowed everything he had to give.

My mouth was sore and red, my vision was blurry.

This new version of my husband was insatiable, he laid me flat on the bed, spread my legs wider than he did the first time. His dick looked like it hadn't just fed me with cum, it was harder than ever.

He positioned his member in my entrance, slowly he glided into me. I thought he was about to become gentle but I was wrong.

Adrian positioned my hip, holding it tight before pulling out and slamming back in with the force that made the bed creak.

I grabbed the bed, readying myself for the next trust that left me gasping for air.

"Lord!" I yelled.

I'm not religious but he was turning me into a believer.

"Take my cock real good princess, I know you love it rough. You love it when I slam so deep into you don't you?" He asked.

"I do, I fucking do, don't stop!"

Each thrust came brutally, I was this close to losing my mind. My breasts bounced uncontrollably on my chest, I had to support them with my free hand.

Adrian grabbed my throat and pulled me up in a sitting position, his hold wasn't tight but his thrusts were leaving me breathless.

"Adrian I'm going to cum!" I yelled.

"Hold it princess, don't cum just yet."

His thrusts slowed down, I didn't understand why but nevertheless it didn't bring me down from ecstacy. He hugged me tightly, moving in and out of me gently, scratching every inch of my walls.

My breathing slowed, I was this close to catching my breathing again until he slammed brutality, so deep three times hitting that spot that made me see blind spots.

He did it again three times and then I heard him groan, "Let go princess." He whispered in my ears, taking my earlobe into his mouth.

And I did, I let go. I grabbed his back and the back of his head tightly, holding him for support.

We came together in perfect harmony. Slowly he pulled out and laid down with me still holding him for my dear life. He brought the duvet and draped it on our naked, sweaty and cum filled bodies.

"I-" I was going to say something but he kissed my hair and hushed me.

"Sleep, we'll talk tomorrow....."

6 weeks ago

Ruth's POV

"It's Adrian Delacroix, the only child of the late Mr and Mrs Delacroix. Today he came with his stunning wife Ruth Delacroix. They are so perfect for each other, a match made in heaven truly." A reporter commented.

Adrian and I are attending a red carpet event, of course we had to act like the perfect couple for public image because that's all what I am for in the eyes of my husband.

He needed my beauty and perfect body for his image and I needed the life his money had to offer. Our marriage is that of convenience but sometimes I can't help but want more from my husband than his cold behavior when we were alone or hiding behind the walls of our home.

He even had the domestic servants sign a nondisclosure agreement just so they don't expose us.

His hand around my waist tightened, he smiled lightly at the camera and waved, I did the same, waving at them.

"Mr and Mrs Delacroix, when are you going to start making a family? You've been married for what? A year now?" A reporter asked, he brought the mic so close to my face.

Adrian pushed it away lightly, acting like a gentleman and then he pulled me even closer to his side as if shielding me from the mic.

"Having children has always been my dream, my wife and I are planning to start a family very soon." He responded as politely as ever.

"Wishing you two all the best, with your perfect looks, I'm a hundred percent sure your children will be perfect as well." The reporter said laughing.

Adrian joined the reporter while I just smiled, looking as happy as I could. Faking it on camera was an easy task for me because I've been doing it for a while.

"We have to go now, my wife has been standing for hours, I know how uncomfortable heels can be." Adrian said gently.

A few reporters awwed, some stared at me with envy but I just smiled.

We stood for one last picture before Adrian guided us to the car. Like a gentleman he opened the car door for me, I muttered a thank you, smiling at him sweetly. He rounded the car and joined me.

The facade we had been putting up dropped, my husband's face turned cold, he pulled out his phone, completely ignoring my presence.

I feasted my eyes with the passing images on the tinted car window. When we arrived what was meant to be our home but instead it felt like a suffocating prison, he spoke;

"We are going to start a family, I want children." It sounded more like an order.

Don't get me wrong, I want children, I love them but the way he spoke made me angry. I don't want to bring children into this world to suffer the same fate as me, I don't want my children to pretend like they are living a happy life.

"Okay." I responded. I didn't have the courage to complain, I didn't have the right to argue because I knew what I was getting myself into when I agreed to this marriage.

A week later, I got a call from a hospital. My husband was involved in an accident. Yes Adrian is cold and aloof, he doesn't give a damn about me but I still care about him, he is my husband after all.

So here I am pacing the corridor outside the emergency room barefoot, my hair looks like a bird's nest, my eyes are puffy from crying too much.

The doctor came out an hour later, "How is my husband?" I asked.

"Your husband is okay, he sustained some minor injuries, he is going to be transferred to a VIP room and then you can see him." The doctor said.

I breathed out in relief, I thanked him twice. Adrian was wheeled out of the emergency room, he was still unconscious, the doctor said it was the anesthesia that I shouldn't worry about it so I believed him.

When Adrian regained consciousness, he had this distant look on his face, he became even colder. I've tried asking him what the problem is but he has refused to talk to me about it.

When the nurse comes in to change the dressing on his injuries, he will change, his gaze will become soft, his words will be warm.

"The doctor said I'll be fine, you don't have to worry, Ruth." He has said one time, his fingers weaving through my hair.

He even went as far as to pull me into a kiss in front of the nurse, she had blushed and left, her cheeks crimson.

I couldn't stand it anymore so I went to the doctor to inquire what the problem was.

"Like I've explained to your husband, Mrs Delacroix, there's nothing to be worried about, he is fine. Actually I just signed his discharge form, you can take him home today." The doctor said as politely as he could.

"If you say so doctor, thank you." I picked up the fruit basket I had brought with me and placed it on his desk. "Thank you so very much for helping my husband."

"It was nothing Mrs Delacroix, I was just doing my job."

I shaked hands with the doctor one last time and left.

"I heard the doctor said I have been discharged." Adrian said, when I walked in. He sounded sweet and polite but the problem is there's no one in the room except for him and me.

That's what I thought until a nurse opened the bathroom door.

"Oh Mrs Delacroix, thank God you are here. Your husband has been discharged, I've already packed his bags." She brought a wheel chair, "This is for him."

"He has refused to sit on the wheelchair but it's our hospital's policy, we can't let him walk out on his own, please talk to him." The nurse explained.

Of course I had to step in as the sweet wife, I took hold of his hand and sat at the edge of the bed gracefully.

"Babe, it's hospital policy, you can't walk out of here on your own. Do you want her to lose her job?" I asked.

"Of course not, I don't want that." Adrian said.

"Then don't be disobedient, do as she says." I caressed his cheeks lovingly, his hand on mine.

I pushed him out of the hospital, the nurse was carrying his bag. When we arrived at the parking lot, I could spot a few reporters taking pictures of us. I think Adrian did too because he once again placed his hand in mine.

There are already pictures of his accident on the news paper, pictures of me outside the emergency room that day, barefoot, puffy eyes and scattered hair. I was called every man's dream wife. People said I didn't bother about my perfect look when I heard my husband was in danger.

The driver helped me put his bag in the trunk of the car while I helped him to his feet and helped him get into the car.

I thanked the nurse and waved her goodbye, the moment I shut the door, the cold atmosphere returned, Adrian was back to being cold.

One day I had decided to cook dinner for Adrian, he had gone back to work and I thought why not? So I cooked for him, got dressed, applied makeup and sat on the dining table.

I waited but he didn't show up, he didn't come back home. Two days later Adrian still wasn't back home, I got worried and I called the police, they told me not to worry and that was it.

My husband was missing and the information the police provided wasn't helping me at all. I waited and hoped until I stopped waiting.

I sat on my bed in my night dress scrolling through social media, this was the last thing I remember. When I woke up again it was past eleven PM. "When did I fall asleep?" I wondered to myself.

Present Day

Ruth's POV

I woke up feeling sore and tired and I wasn't complaining. I heard the bathroom door open, Adrian stepped out fully dressed, when he looked at me something had changed or rather things had fallen back to place.

The coldness in his gaze had returned, he was back to staring at me coldly. "Adrian I-"

He walked out on me, I sat confused wondering what was happening. I thought my life was finally changing for the better, I thought Adrian was about to start being a good husband to me, I guess I was wrong.

I laid back down and wrapped myself in the duvet, I couldn't fight the tears that fell freely.

"I can't take this anymore, I want out, I can't handle this life." I cried out but what can I really do? Our contract stated that I can't file for a divorce unless he cheated or raised his hands on me so I'm stuck.

Adrian has never cheated on me and he has never raised his hands on me, so I can't file for a divorce.

I cried myself back to sleep, when I woke up the sun was already up. I pushed myself out of the bed and dragged my legs to the bathroom.

I sat in the bathtub reminiscing about yesterday's sex, it was wild, it was what my body craved for not the boring sex we used to have.

By the time I was done, Adrian was gone, he had probably gone back to work.

I had breakfast alone, it tasted like chalk in my mouth but I had to eat because my body needs it.

I received a text message from Amelia, she was inviting me over for afternoon tea. Amelia is the wife of one of Adrian's investors. He had pushed me to become friends with her because he wanted the world to see that I was close with his circle.

I seriously didn't want to go, my body needed rest but I had to so I responded with a yes.

Not wanting to embarrass my dear husband. I wore a white sleeveless mini-gown, curled my hair and let it fall gracefully on my back.

For accessories, I chose a simple pearl necklace, plain but elegant earrings and bracelet. I wore red ankle strap heels and a red purse.

I wore a no makeup makeup look, it was simple and soft. I texted Adrian to let him know I was going out for afternoon tea with Amelia.

He responded with a bland and cold okay, I didn't know what I expected from him. The drive to Amelia's mansion was quiet and peaceful, I shut my eyes enjoying the quietness.

"We are here ma'am," the driver announced.

I thanked him and went down, Amelia was standing outside and she wasn't alone.

"Ruth," Amelia muttered, opening her hands for an embrace.

"Good afternoon Amelia," I managed to smile.

"I'm so happy you could make it. This is Alexa, she's my brother's wife, there are others already inside, let's go in." She said sweetly.

Others? I thought it'll just be the two of us. She introduced me to six other women and two young girls.

While they sat and chatted my head was somewhere else, I'd occasionally smile and hum just so they would think I was interested in whatever thing they were saying.

"My husband is awesome but he can't compare to Adrian Delacroix, Ruth you are so lucky to be married to him." A lady I have forgotten her name said.

She eyes me through her lashes, a fake smile plastered on her face.

"Well what can I say? I'm blessed." I smiled back, picked up my teacup and took a sip.

"I wish I was in your shoes, the only thing my husband is good at is cheating. He doesn't look at me the way Adrian looks at Ruth." Another said.

"Last month's red carpet event, you need to see the way he was staring at Ruth, his eyes were always on her. When Ruth was chatting with another man, I could see the jealousy dancing in the depth of Adrian's eyes."

I was called here to listen to them sing praises about my husband? It would have felt differently if everything was true but it wasn't. They are all jealous of the wrong couple.

The evening tea went on until evening, I wanted to leave but didn't know how to tell them without sounding rude.

A maid came and whispered something into Amelia's ears, she beamed and blushed lightly, waving the maid away.

"Ruth, your man is waiting for you outside." Amelia said.

The other ladies started murmuring. I managed to bring color to my face, lowered my head and smiled, trying to act shy before excusing myself.

When I saw Adrian again I was confused, the look in his eyes now is different from this morning.

The moment I reached him, he pulled me into his arms and kissed me deeply, taking me by surprise. His tongue prying my lips open.

I heard gasps behind us, I guess the ladies followed me to watch the show. I wrapped my hand around his neck and deepened the kiss. Adrian is taller than me so I had to stand on my toes.

After the kiss he whispered in my ears "I guess I wasn't rough enough last night, because if I was you wouldn't be here, you'd be home on the bed unable to move."

This time I didn't have to fake it, I buried my face in his chest, confused yet aroused. What is happening to him, why the change of behavior? By day he is the man I've come to know and by night he is someone else.

With his hand securely on my waist he turned to the ladies and said; "Sorry but I have to steal my wife."

"Please, Mr Delacroix, go ahead." Amelia said.

Adrian suddenly lifted me off the ground, taking me by surprise, I held him tightly. Refusing to let go, clinging to this side of him.