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.
You have become my drug
I became a statue the moment I realized how big trouble I was!
I couldn't ignore the knot of unease that had formed in my stomach but it didn't move me from my place. When he was sure that I was not going anywhere his grip on me relaxed slightly.
He placed his chin on my shoulder, and I could feel his steady breath against my neck which raised the hair of my nape as well. His heartbeat, too, seemed steady and calm as it thumped against my back.
Titling his head slightly he inhaled deeply in the crook of my neck, his heart was thumping evenly and his breath was also calm and cool.
I am sure the thing he wants from me believes him even more tired than he already is.
Why has he forced me on his lap when he must be sleeping early.
I took another deep breath, gathering my courage to talk to him. I can't stay on his lap forever.