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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.

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Sweet & Salty

(Romance is going to be a bit Nasty in this chapter. You have been warned 😅)

Roseline's POV

As I came out in the hall I spotted Vincenzo lost in his own thoughts. I thought that he must be busy with his phone but I was surprised to find him waiting for me.

As the aroma of the dish reached him, he turned his head. He must have smelled the food – his senses are sharp. I walked up to him and put the freshly cooked lasagna in front of him.

I chose to sit at an arm's length from him, wanting to keep my distance. I won't be able to help myself if he starts his ministrations again. But before I knew it, he grabbed my wrist, surprised me, and pulled me towards himself which landed me directly on his lap.

"What?"

I couldn't believe it and before I could ask him what exactly he was doing he commanded me.

"Feed me,"