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.
Too hot to resist
Vincenzo's POV
As I woke up, the only thing I could remember was her face, and as my eyes opened, it was the first thing I saw.
When I caught her stealing my caramel, she looked like a small adorable kid whose candy has been snatched away. At that very moment, I badly wanted to have the caramel from her lips but I had to control my urges.
Last night, when she climbed into bed with me, I couldn't resist the urge to gaze at her captivating features. Undeniably, she was beautiful, reminiscent of a small kitten, adorable when calm but capable of becoming fierce when provoked.
Her fierceness reminded me of the way she is going to react if she finds us in the position we are currently in.
In the middle of the night, when she was in bed with me, she started mumbling, attempting to free herself again, but her words came out as muffled screams. They were not as loud as when she was screaming on the floor.