"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.
Roseline's POV
"Don't move" Threatening me he stood in between my knees and concentrated on his work of putting a bandage on my nonexistent wound.
I was watching him intently while he was doing his work and when he was done he placed a small kiss on the top of my finger.
"Now it will heal faster" I joked.
"What are you? 13?" He asked in a serious tone.
"Do I look like 13 to you?" I asked him.
His eyes moved down my body and I could see a flash of lust passing through them, his thumbs which were resting on my waist started stroking me there.
"No" he replied
And before I could retaliate his lips crashed on mine.
The moment froze for me and the moment his lips touched mine and I blossomed like a flower. Our lips melted with each other as if they were meant to be there. I forgot everything around and the only focus remained was him. It ignited a rush of emotions that left me spellbound.