Married by Contract, Destined by Fate
"St... Stay away" Her voice trembled in fear as he leaned closer, invading her personal space. His palms were pressed against the wall, caging her in his embrace while her tiny fists were making futile attempts to push him back. "So, you want me to go out to satisfy my needs when I have a beautiful wife at home?" His thumb stroked her lips, his eyes fixated on them, unyielding and hungry. "But you made it clear that your heart belongs to someone else and our marriage is nothing but an agreement" her heart throbbed with pain as she thought about it. After the horrific and pitiful past, all she yearned was for a man who could understand and love her but destiny has bestowed her a devil for a husband. "That's true" he cocked his head "But we don't love every chic we fuck. Do we?" His callous words shattered Roseline's world. All she wanted was to cry on her fate! Her pain was evident through her eyes but this didn't stop him from having what he wanted! ~•~•~•~ In an unexpected twist of fate, Orphan Roseline finds herself in a contract marriage with a ruthless Billionaire, Vincenzo De Luca. On the first night, she gets to know that he has married her on purpose, and the doors to his heart are securely guarded. He has money, looks, and fame but not the love which she has craved her whole life. She has an infectious laugh, he never graced his lips with a smile. She follows her path, he demands unwavering obedience. She is sympathetic, he is cold-hearted. Their personalities are worlds apart, yet both harbor secrets concealed behind their respective facades. Will Roseline be able to make her space in his heart or would she be cast aside once his hidden purpose is fulfilled? ~•~•~•~•~ Warning : Story contains mature content, light BDSM and dominating ML.
Pleasure in Pain
Roseline's POV
Abruptly he pulled me to himself and no matter how hard I tried to steady myself I found myself stumbling over his body just the way he wanted. My head collided with his rock-hard chest and I hissed in pain but he didn't seem bothered by it.
My ear pressed against his chest and I could clearly hear the loud thumping of his heart which was covered under many layers but it was there, feeling things and doing more than just pumping blood.
Attempting to regain my balance, I propped myself up on my elbow, only to have him grip my wrist more tightly and pull me closer to him, eliminating any remaining distance between our bodies that I was trying to create.
"Uhh" A moan escaped my lips unintentionally when my soft body crushed against his hard one once again and this time it hurt more than before.
"Stay," he murmured, his voice thick and hoarse, burdened by the fever that consumed him.
But still, in his vulnerable and weak state, he didn't forget to order me.