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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.

dayyyyydreamerrr · Urbain
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Rose, feisty and sweet

The hunger in his eyes mirrored my own, and after a brief moment of resistance, he finally leaned forward, surrendering to the temptation that lay before him.

With a teasing smile, I moved the chip closer to his lips, my fingers brushing against his skin as I fed him. It was a small, intimate gesture that sent a shiver down my spine. I watched intently as his lips closed around the chip, savoring the flavors that exploded in his mouth.

"How is it?" I asked, unable to contain my curiosity. My voice held a hint of anticipation, a desire for his approval.

I wanted him to love it, to find the same pleasure in the taste that I did. Perhaps then, I could have an excuse to indulge in this guilty pleasure more often.

"Not that good" his words vanished the smile from my lips.

He never fails to ruin my mood.

"It is deeply fried in oil which could be dangerous to the health and is no less than any poison" he argued