Lust For My Husband’s Best Friend (Book 3)

Chapter 2

Cecilia

* the night after the honeymoon *

Leon and I sat across from eachother at the dinner table. We had just come back from our wedding night. Well, what should have been our wedding night.

I knew Leon and I didn’t love eachother, but I thought that there had to be some sort of physical connection at least. But nothing. When he touched me, kissed me or looked at me I felt nothing. Just ice in my veins and my skin run cold. Like I was numb around him. That’s why after one night he decided it was best we come home. His home. It was grand and spotless and although rich with silks, marble and paintings.. it was dull and lifeless. Just like Leon.

The entire carriage ride home he did not say a word to me.

He didn’t even look at me. He seemed to be repelled by my presence , or completely unaware of that. Either way, it infuriated me that he couldn’t even look at or talk to me.

***

Once we had arrived to our wedding night destination, he led me to the door, we took off our jackets and he immediately pounced on me. But his kisses were dry, cold and lifeless. I had never imagined that the first time my husband had me it’d be out obligation. He didn’t worship my body, he didn’t take his time. He didn’t even take into consideration that he was taking my maidenhood. He was fast and distant, I remembered I screamed out of pain but that didn’t deter him. As he continued I let out tears of pain, and in minutes he was done. I felt him spasm on top of me and release…something… in me. I waited for something to happen. For him to look at me or say something. But he just turned away and fell asleep.

That was it? That was what I had to look forward to in my life? That was what people called making love? I hadn’t even had time to see or explore his body, neither him with me. Leon hadn’t as much made eye contact with me.. he had taken what he wanted and was done with me.

I reached out to him, I caressed his shoulder which I now noticed was strong. I wanted to feel him, if this was my husband I wanted to know him. But when I touched him he turned around too quickly that it scared me. But his cold grey eyes scared me even more. His once handsome face was stone and he looked furious.

“Don’t touch me.” He spat at me.

“…what? Why?” I asked him. “But we’re married.. I thought..”

“Yes well you thought wrong.” He grabbed my hand and squeezed it. I let out a yelp as he squeezed it harder then pushed me further away from him. “Don’t touch me Cecilia. Not unless I tell you to. Is that understood?”

I rubbed my hand, gently massaging it. I could see it get faint yellow bruises already. I stared in shock at the man in front of me. From the moment I had met him I knew he was reserved, distant and had a short temper. But this? Rude, harmful and cruel? Never this?

“I SAID IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?” Leon shouted.

I jumped in response. I was still laying in front of him completely naked. My breasts were uncovered and so was everything else. Once he had his way with me he left me out bare-forgotten. His eyes narrowed at me when I didn’t respond so I nodded.

“Yes. I understand.”

“Good, now let me sleep. We’re going home in the morning.”

“Already? We just got here?” I asked him surprised once again.

Leon’s nostrils flared and he got up from the bed immediately. This was the first time I was seeing him naked, I hadn’t even had time to do so when he took me. He grabbed his clothes and left the room.

“I’m going out. Go to sleep.” He barked.

I heard him dress in the entry and then slam the door shut.

So this was my life now? This was my fate? My marriage? I laid in bed silently crying until I fell asleep. I knew I had convinced myself that I was going to be in a loveless marriage, but this? Not this. I hadn’t imagined I was going to be with a man who used me only when he wanted s*x, didn’t want to see me, talk to me or be next to me.

***

I looked up at Leon again who was sitting at the end of the table far from me. He roughly cut his meat, ate his food and drank his wine. The man seemed to do everything with force. He was never gentle, careful or still. He was a constant force daring anyone to say anything to him. When he had returned in the morning I noticed that he smelled like perfume and his jacket had red lipstick on it. But I didn’t dare say a thing. My eyes filled with tears again, hating that this was my life. I hated it. It had barley begun but I hated it.

“My lord, the Duke of Dupont is here to see you.” A young maid with butter blonde hair said.

Leon looked up and nodded. “Let him through Sophie. I’m done here anyways.”

Before Sophie could even turn around a man was already entering the dining room. He was just as tall as Leon, had the same pale blonde hair but when he looked at me, I saw that his eyes were completely different. He had soft brown eyes whereas Leon had cold grey ones. I tried to blink away my tears so no one noticed I was on the verge of crying but he maintained eye contact the entire time. Like he was studying me or trying to catch my attention.

“Gabriel. It’s nice to see you.” Leon said as he got up and walked to the man. He hugged him and smiled, then he turned to me and looked at me disgusted. “I’m sure you remember Cecilia.”

Gabriel continued to look at me. He nodded, but never took his eyes off me. When I reached up to quickly wipe a stray tear from my eyes he frowned.

“Yes. I do remember.” He walked to me and grabbed my hand to kiss it. “How could I forget?”

I smiled at him. He seemed nice, nicer than Leon.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Your Grace,” I said, standing and bowing.

He laughed a warm laugh. “Gabriel, just call me Gabriel.”

Gabriel smiled once again and I smiled back. Leon cleared his throat and spoke loudly. “Let’s go to my office Gabriel. Sophie, take Cecilia to her room.”

“We have separate rooms?” I asked him out loud. Which was a mistake because Leon’s nostrils flared. Sophie looked at her feet and Gabriel turned to Leon who calmed down immediately.

“Go to sleep Cecilia.” He said and then left.

Sophie came to my side and I began to walk away when Gabriel reached out for my hand. His hand was large and warm, the opposite of Leon’s.

“It was lovely to meet you Cecilia.” He said. He had a nice rough voice but the way he said it made it feel soft and true.

“Likewise Gabriel.” I responded smiling. “Maybe you’ll come around more often? It would seem Leon is happier to have you here than me.”

At first Gabriel frowned but then he nodded and bowed. “I’ll make sure to be around often Cecilia. Don’t you worry about that, it’d be my pleasure.”