My CEO's Blackmail Tape - Chapter 31: Chapter 31

The moans tearing from my throat grew wild, unrestrained, my body slick with need. Every ounce of pent-up hunger erupted at once, and I clung to Nathan Roscente, my lips crashing against his in a desperate, feverish kiss.
Only this—only him—could satisfy me now. My body trembled, aching, begging for more.
"Evelyn," he growled against my mouth, voice rough. "Say it. Tell me you're a desperate little thing, begging for me to fill you. Say it."
"I—I need you," I gasped, the words spilling out before I could stop them. "Please, just—take me. I can't stand it anymore."
Pride? Gone. Restraint? Shattered. I arched against him, craving every touch, every rough possession.
With a rough grip, he yanked my legs apart and drove into me, deep and unrelenting. Rational thought vanished—there was only heat, only hunger, only the relentless rhythm of our bodies.
Our lips clashed again, tongues tangling like we wanted to consume each other. A low, broken moan tore from my throat—
Then my phone rang outside the hospital room.
The shrill sound sliced through the moment like a blade.
I tensed, glancing toward the door—and froze.
A pair of wide eyes stared back through the gap.
My blood turned to ice. Who the hell was that? The nurse? Someone else?
Before I could focus, the figure vanished, leaving only eerie silence in its wake.
Had I imagined it? The air felt too still, too wrong.
Nathan didn't care. His grip on my chin tightened, his kiss turning punishing, dragging me back under.
Then his phone started ringing—over and over.
He ignored it.
The world narrowed to heat and friction until we were both hurtling toward that dizzying edge again.
Afterward, I collapsed against him, boneless, utterly spent.
"Get dressed," he murmured, his voice oddly soft. "Let's go."
For one reckless second, I wondered—would being his wife really be so bad? At least I'd be satisfied. As for his other women… if he was discreet, maybe I could pretend not to know.
Too exhausted to move, I let him dress me before he carried me back to the hospital bed.
Nathan checked his missed calls. The phone rang again as soon as he picked it up.
"Isabella," he answered smoothly, "I was with a client. Just stepped out to the restroom. Don't start—of course I'm not with another woman. Since we got together, I've been faithful. I wouldn't even look at anyone else."
Whatever she said next made his jaw tighten. He shot me a glance before stepping out to continue the call.
Curiosity got the better of me. I crept to the door, eavesdropping.
"Isabella, threatening to have your father pull his investment again?" His voice was sharp, controlled. "I swear, there's no one else. I married you because I love you. If you don't trust me, have me followed! But honestly—if you doubt me, at least have some confidence in yourself."
I shut the door quietly and slumped onto the bed, bitterness twisting in my chest.
Love was selfish—Isabella's jealousy made sense.
So why did it hurt?
What was Nathan to me?
Not even a proper lover.