A marriage deal with billionaire stone (Ivy and Silas)

Chapter 184

Chapter 184

"We have a phone number!" Silas exclaimed, his voice crisp with excitement over the phone. "We can use it to get Rosie."

"Great," Thomas replied, trying not to sound so uninterested.

Silas didn't seem to catch the flatness in his voice. "So, will you call the detective now, or should I?"

Thomas groaned as he sat on the hotel bed. He was getting irritated, but he kept it together. "Don't worry. I'll call the detective myself."

Silas sounded satisfied. "Alright then. See you at dinner."

"Yeah," Thomas muttered and ended the call.

He sighed and leaned back against the headboard, trying to steady his nerves. Mateo was breathing down his neck, and he still wasn't any closer to finding Rosie.

"A phone number can't do it," he said aloud.

Rosie was getting smarter, calling her wasn't going to do anything. He stood up and walked to the minibar. Grabbing a bottle of vodka, he poured himself a glass and downed it in one gulp.

Then he poured another, washing his frustration down. "Fuck a sperm count." Though it hurt so bad, but fuck it still.

His phone rang, and before reaching for it, he poured another glass. He glanced at the screen. It was an unknown number. Yet, he answered, already suspecting who it might be.

"Hello."

"Hey, husband," Rosie said, her tone clear and teasing.

"What do you want?"

"That's not a nice way to greet your wife," she snapped in mock annoyance. "Guess what?"

He hissed, rubbing his forehead.

When he didn't respond, she continued. "I'm wearing red lingerie. My nipples are hard. My pussy's dripping. Wide and ready."

"Jesus! Rosie!" he yelled, but his body was already reacting to the image.

"What? Is it a crime for a woman to want her husband?" she said, her voice sulking playfully. "We're still married, remember? I might be a ute troublesome, but I'm not a cheat." She paused. "I'm just... horny."

Thomas shot to his feet, his heart fluttering at her tone.

What the hell?

But it was too late to fight it, he could already feel the disturbance in his trousers.

Against all common sense, he asked, in a low, helpless voice that even surprised him, "What do you want?"

"I want my husband," she said softly. "I want him to punish me for everything I've done. I want your dick, Thomas."

feeling-the need crushing him from the inside. If only she had always been this direct, this raw, maybe

lost

you'll abide by my rules. No talking. No catching up. Just fuck and leave. I'll send you the address. Come alone. The instant I see any of your guards, or the fucking cops, this

snapping him back to his senses. But before he could process anything,

had sent an address, adding: "If you want answers, now's the

Rosie was relying on his trust-for once-and, he didn't want to break it, he

it, and left his

following me. I

frowned.

yelled, snatching the car keys and storming to the

was a modest three-star hotel. His chest tightened as he

Rosie Stone," he said to the receptionist

the receptionist nodded. "The first room upstairs,

maiden name. That should've

the door and raised his hand

stood there, wrapped in a black trench coat. Her eyes sparkled with

he replied

behind him while he scanned the room. It was

one bed. Everything

sat on the bean bag by the corner. "Fine. What do you want to

"Why did you take the

"I already

a secret. And you used

fighting

fighting. I just

caught in his throat as she dropped the

red lingerie, and her nipples

too much when we should be doing other

didn't resist. She removed his shoes, his clothes. When she saw he was already hard, she smirked and dropped to her knees, taking

"Rosie..."

Chapter 184

she was bold. Bolder than he'd ever known

finally broken free. And he

was done sucking him, she stripped and crawled to him. He

he even slid

climbed on top and rode him slowly,

something," she whispered, grinding

had

she said, rolling back and

pleasure, as he grabbed her

said. "You buried me, Thomas. You

you married me. I'm just like you,

open at her words, but she thrusted him harder, silencing him even before he

she flipped around, got on all

slamming hard inside her with everything

She was close. And so was

pounded hard