From Deadbeat To Doting; Something Is Wrong With My Husband!-Chapter 50: Why are you covering yourself from me?

Brianna’s eyes dropped to his lips.

She hated the fact that even sick, Lucian was terrifyingly attractive. Which was why her hands flew to his chest, sinking in, but forcing herself to push him back.

When she couldn’t move him an inch, as his whole weight was pressing against her. She took three steps back, trying to find her breath.

Lucian on the other hand was enjoying this game of chase. He wasn’t thinking she was setting boundaries, no, but that she was making him work for it.

He took one long, deliberate step forward.

The bandage around his head made his features look even more defined and more dangerous to Brianna. It had just been the way he lazily, though intensely let his eyes run over her body.

Feeling undressed under his gaze, she clamped a hand over her chest and took three more steps back until... thud.

Her back hit the cold kitchen wall.

Briefly, she glanced at the wall, then met his eyes.

Having fully trapped her, Lucian smiled.

Rumbling, "Three steps back... and three more."

Leaning in, his hands came up to rest on the wall on either side of her head, boxing her in. "Now, you’ve run out of kitchen space."

Brianna whimpered inside. With the intensity of his stare, she could tell he was a second away from ripping her clothes off.

Biting her lip, she turned her head to the side. She could feel the heat of his gaze tracking the movement. He looked like a wounded god; deadly, beautiful, and completely unhinged by the drugs and the trauma of the day!

"Lucian... y-your stitches will tear if you continue leaning your... entire weight on me."

Brianna had intended to sound authoritative, but her voice betrayed her, coming out as a soft whisper.

"Then hold me up. Isn’t that what a devoted wife does? Support her husband in his time of... need?"

She whimpered some more. Tightening her fingers into the fabric of her shirt.

When Lucian’s large, fever-hot hands moved with a sudden speed that defied his injury, one hand stayed pinned to the wall, but the other slammed against the counter.

And before Brianna could even gasp, his arm was around her waist, hoisting her up.

Her feet left the cold tile.

With a muffled thud, she was seated on the edge of the cold counter. At least she felt her legs dangling and her back hitting the cabinets. That meant she wasn’t fully gone.

Lucian pushed deep between her knees, making his heavy frame stretch her thighs apart with a force that sent shock waves right through her insides.

With widened eyes, Brianna’s hands tightened around her chest, but Lucian’s eyes dropped.

"Why are you covering yourself from me?"

His palm covered hers, crushing her fingers against her own skin. Forcing her hands down, he pinned her wrist to the counter on either side of her hips.

As his weight bore down, her survival instinct finally drowned out the shock. "Let go, Lucian!" she spoke sharply in a cracking voice, while she wrenched her right arm upward.

She managed to jerk her wrist an inch free, her skin chafing against the marble, but he did not flinch. It was like attempting to move a mountain of iron and fever.

She bucked her hips, attempting to slide sideways, but he only pressed deeper into the space between her thighs, causing her to moan.

"S-stop it! You’re going to—" she gasped, her hands now clawing at his forearms, trying to dig her nails into the heat of his skin.

She wasn’t just fighting him; she was fighting the terrifying way her own body seemed to be betraying her under his touch.

She twisted her torso, trying to roll her shoulder away from him, but the movement only caused his grip to tighten until the air left her lungs.

Lucian just watched her struggle with rapacious patience, his brown eyes following the frantic rise and fall of her chest.

"Are you done? Because the more you move, wife, the more I’m tempted to show you exactly how much need I really have."

Brianna’s breath caught as she struggled to keep her hands crossed over her chest, a last, weak defense against his heat.

But Lucian’s gaze had shifted away from her face and toward her knuckles, which were white from the force of her grip.

A dark, slow smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, the expression of someone who had already won.

"Do you think your hands will keep me out?" he asked, his voice vibrating against her skin.

He did not pull, neither did he rip. Instead, he used his strength to gradually, painfully pry her fingers back one by one.

Brianna let out a small fractured protest, her heels drumming uselessly against the cabinets as she attempted to squirm away.

"Don’t—"

She tried breaking free, but failed. Lucian made her feel small in a way that isn’t just about height; but the insignificant against his concussed willpower.

With her arms finally pinned wide, she was completely exposed to him, while Lucian buried his face in the crook of her neck.

"Stop, Lucian–"

But her words were cut off when his teeth nicked the sensitive skin right above her collarbone. He bit down hard, punishing her for trying to push him off.

As his tongue traced the sting he’d just left, Brianna’s head thudded back against the cabinet and she let out a soft, broken whimper.

The way he pressed into her made his arrogance seem like a lie, and his body felt like a furnace!

"Mrs. Colburn? Are you in here?" 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

The Secretary’s voice was right outside the door.

Brianna’s heart skipped a beat, but Lucian remained motionless as her body shook. If anything, his weight pressed closer to her, his lips advancing to her ear, and his hot breath caused her to tremble violently.

Reaching down, he hooked his fingers into her shirt’s hem and slid them upward until his rough thumb pressed her nipple’s underside.