Married to the Wrong CEO

Chapter 21: Spread your legs

He didn’t speak, and the longer he kept quiet without saying a word, the more apprehensive Isadora became. Her legs shuffled back and forth as she struggled to meet his gaze in the heavy silence that filled the air.

Finally, Dante spoke—and it was the most unexpected thing she could have imagined hearing from his mouth, though it shouldn’t have surprised her considering his character.

"You want to have sex? Now?" he asked calmly, his tone almost curious, his eyes slowly roving over her figure and the nightgown she wore, making her feel more self-conscious than she had ever felt in her life.

No!

"Yes!" she blurted out instead, her eyes flying wide when she saw him push back his chair and rise to his feet. Her heart thumped so loudly she swore she could hear it echo inside her skull.

Dante stepped out from behind his desk and headed past her, moving toward the bed with unhurried ease, while Isadora remained frozen in place—shocked that this was actually happening.

"You’ve had some experience before?" he asked.

For a split second, Isadora was tempted to lie. But the sweat pooling on her palms and sliding down her back reminded her how daunting even that task would be. The porn videos she had watched had done nothing to help her—they had only traumatized her more than she cared to admit.

Shaking her head, she let out a tiny response in a low, fragile voice. "No."

That single word made Dante pause. He turned back to look at her, his expression still calm and neutral, though clearly he hadn’t expected that answer.

"It—it doesn’t matter!" she hurried to say. "...I know what to do!" she assured him, clinging to the thought that all she had to do was lie on the bed and wait for him to put it in.

Her heart only began to race anew when she saw Dante give the smallest nod in response. Then his fingers moved to the buttons of his black shirt, undoing them with unhurried precision. He pulled the shirt off in a single motion and tossed it onto the bed carelessly.

"Your clothes. Take it off," he ordered.

Isadora’s hands clutched at the edge of her top, her grip tightening in hesitation. But after a brief moment, she gritted her teeth and tugged it off, staring anywhere but at Dante as she did so. Relief flickered briefly that her bra was still on—until she heard his voice again.

"Your bra too."

Her face went hot, burning red with embarrassment. The light in the room was dim, but not dim enough to hide either of them from each other’s eyes. She could clearly see the muscles of his chest, the hard ridges of his abs, the defined strength of his body—and it only worsened when she watched him strip off his pants until the only thing he wore was his underwear.

It was too much. She couldn’t look at him. She stepped back, stuttering worse than before.

"Ca-can’t we do it clothed?" she asked in a tiny voice, waiting desperately for a response.

None came.

When she finally gathered the courage to lift her head, she found his eyes on her—steady, unrelenting. The way he looked at her made her fingers twiddle behind her back, desperate for somewhere to hide.

Dante still didn’t speak, but he didn’t have to. With a simple gesture, he beckoned her forward.

Isadora’s feet moved slowly, unwillingly, until she stood close to him with a lost expression on her face. Her breath caught when she heard his next words.

"Take off your nightwear and pants. Lie on the bed." he told her.

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Her entire face turned the color of a ripe tomato.

"You’re an adult, Dora. You do know how sex works, right?" he asked.

The sound of him calling her name in such an intimate tone, so out of place for their current situation, only rattled her more.

"Yes!" she breathed out, forcing herself to move closer to the bed. She sat down and peeled off her nightwear under his watchful gaze. The last thing she wanted was to waste his time, so she did it quickly.

But when it came to removing her pants and spreading her legs, she froze. It was already unbearable to be half-naked in his presence, and now he wanted—

"Maybe we can turn off the lights and—" she began to offer, only to stop mid-sentence when she saw him move.

He approached until he was standing right in front of her, so close that she had to lean back to keep eye contact. He wore nothing but his black underwear, and the massive bulge pressing against the fabric made her heart hammer violently in her chest.

"You’ve at least made out with a man before?" he asked.

Isadora’s entire body heated with shame. She couldn’t admit that she hadn’t. So she nodded vigorously instead.

"Good," he said simply, and then reached for her hand.

She stiffened as he placed it against him, guiding her palm over his cock and pressing her fingers to massage it through the fabric.

Isadora’s eyes widened wildly. She tried to steady her breathing, but her pulse roared in her ears as she felt the heavy, solid weight of him in her hand.

Barely had she adjusted to the feel of him through his underwear when Dante pushed the garment down. Her hand remained where it was as his length was freed, and her mouth fell open in shock.

His size is even bigger than the ones I saw! she gasped inwardly, terror flaring in her chest, rising faster than she could shove it back down.

It didn’t help when Dante stepped closer, his usual cold, calm expression in place as he spoke.

"Go ahead. Use your mouth," he instructed, standing there with his long, rigid rod directly before her face, his gaze steady and expectant.

Regret hit her like a slap—regret for lying, regret for being here, regret for not knowing what to do.

It can’t be that hard! I saw the women in the videos do it! she thought desperately, staring at it with far more apprehension than she had expected to feel.