Chapter 5 Virgin, This is Incredible
Evelyn's POV
Moonlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Blackwood Estate's master bedroom. I stood in the opulent space, still wearing my designer wedding gown, my heart racing as I watched Dorian approach.
He moved with predatory grace, his tall frame casting a shadow over me. Under the warm lighting, he loosened his bow tie with elegant, dangerous movements. His tailored tuxedo barely contained his muscular physique, and I found myself unable to look away.
I met his eyes, those mesmerizing gray-green pools flickering with a hunter's intensity. Instinctively, I stepped back until my spine pressed against the bedpost.
I thought that by suggesting we have a child, he would stop his next move. In this business arrangement of a marriage, I was certain he'd find an excuse to reject me. But to my surprise, Dorian's lips curved into a dangerous smile. He moved closer, placing his hands on either side of me against the bedpost, effectively caging me within his embrace.
"What an excellent suggestion, darling." His deep voice dripped with dark amusement. "Since you're so eager to start a family, why don't we begin right now?"
The words sent a shiver down my spine. His cologne, a heady mix of sandalwood and something darker, filled my senses. I tried to maintain my composure, but the heat radiating from his body was making it increasingly difficult to think straight.
"This isn't what I..." I started, but my voice trailed off as his fingers traced a path along my jawline.
"Not what you expected?" He smirked, his thumb brushing across my lower lip. "You should be more careful what you wish for. I'm not known for my gentle nature."
My breath caught in my throat. Dear God, the man was devastatingly sexy. He unbuttoned his shirt with deliberate slowness, revealing perfectly sculpted chest and abs. I felt my pulse quicken, heat rising to my cheeks.
"Wait... I—"
He silenced me with a demanding kiss, his lips claiming mine with unrelenting intensity. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, his overwhelming presence leaving me nowhere to escape.
"It's too late for second thoughts," he murmured, his skilled fingers finding the zipper of my wedding dress. "You asked for this. Now deal with the consequences."
When he saw the blood as he entered me, he couldn't contain his excitement. He bit my neck in exhilaration and whispered, "Virgin, this is Incredible."
What happened next left me both stunned and completely captivated. Dorian moved with a commanding presence, every motion strong yet deliberate, intense yet elegant. His hands roamed over my body with skilled precision, igniting sparks wherever they touched. I struggled to keep my composure, to remember this was just a business arrangement—a strategic alliance—but my body betrayed me at every turn.
"Look at me," he commanded, his voice rough with desire. I obeyed instinctively, meeting those intense eyes. The raw hunger I saw there made my heart race faster.
His perfect body and mind-blowing skills made me forget this was just a transaction, leaving me completely at his mercy. Every touch, every kiss was calculated to break down my defenses, and despite my better judgment, I found myself responding. The way he moved, the way he took control—it was clear he was used to getting exactly what he wanted.
Afterward, he headed to the bathroom. I lay among the disheveled sheets, catching fragments of his hushed phone conversation. When he returned, clad in a silk robe, he was toying with a pack of morning-after pills.
"Take it." He tossed the pills onto the bed, contempt evident in his gaze. "What a waste of time. You were like a patient under anesthesia—totally unresponsive."
His lips curled slightly. "I'll give the Ashfords credit for one thing—at least they delivered you virginal."
His words stung my pride, but I swallowed the pill without protest. In that moment, I realized this man was far more dangerous than I'd imagined.
Days later, I resumed my position at Mercy West Hospital. I threw myself into work, deliberately concealing my high-profile marriage from colleagues.
The peace was short-lived. The door opened smoothly, revealing Dorian's elegant figure, followed by a familiar face—Emily Parker, one of his lovers.
"Darling," he said with feigned concern, "Emily's been feeling unwell lately. I suspect she might be pregnant. I want you to examine her personally."
I studied Emily's perfectly made-up face, maintaining my professional smile. "Of course, I'd be honored. Emily, please lie down on the examination table."
"Wait..." Emily shifted uncomfortably. "I'm not feeling up to it..."
"Oh?" I raised an eyebrow. "As a potential mother carrying the first Blackwood grandchild, are you really not concerned about the baby's health? I wonder what Victoria would think of such carelessness."
Emily's face drained of color. I knew about her STD secret—an examination would reveal everything.
"I... I just remembered an appointment. I'll come back another time!" She fled the room in panic.
Dorian was clearly furious that I had driven Emily away.
Dorian lounged elegantly on the leather sofa, his eyes sparkling with amusement. He rose and approached me. "If you initiate divorce proceedings, I'll gift you a private hospital. What do you say?"
I met his gaze unflinchingly. "A hospital's nothing compared to the Blackwood fortune. Don't forget, we're legally married now—what's yours is mine." I stepped closer, close enough to catch that familiar scent of his cologne. "Besides, didn't you enjoy our wedding night? Your actions suggested otherwise."
His hand shot out, gripping my wrist with just enough pressure to remind me of his strength.
"Careful, darling," he murmured, his voice low and threatening. "Don't mistake physical attraction for weakness. I've broken stronger opponents than you in the boardroom and the bedroom."
He chuckled, his long fingers tilting my chin up. "You think this is the end? Darling, I'll show you far more outrageous scenarios until you're begging me for a divorce."