Chapter 7 Tempting Her

• He was a scary man, I could feel it under my bones that he wasn't an ordinary businessman.
• He was not what he showed, he was commanding, dangerous…
• I knew I couldn't escape him yet for how long I could, I would try and the moment he was out for a smoke, I slept on the couch, avoiding sharing the bed with him.
• But, for how long could I?
• After creating an interlude for me for days, the second I laid down to sleep on the couch, his assertive resonance arrived, ordering me strictly.
• “Enough with the couch, come to the bed,”
• He didn’t go out for smoke today and pointed the cigarette at the bed sternly
• Holding the hem of my dress, I sat up quickly, distressed to perceive it.
• “But, Sir-”
• “Now,”
• Lowering my gaze, I got up and quietly laid on the bed as he smoked for the time being, using his phone.
• Resting his one leg over the other dominantly.
• Curled, I endeavored to sleep but the perception of him laying next to me didn't let me.
• ‘Please don't come to bed. Please-’
• But to no avail as he laid on his side, freezing my soul when I shared the bed with him.
• Highly alarmed when I laid next to him on the bed, I could sense my heartbeats amplifying by each passing second.
• To resist his commanding presence next to me, I faced the wall.
• Clutching the sheets close to my chest to gather the flaring sensations which couldn't last long when I sensed his large hand creeping on my skin.
• “Hey…” He called me seductively.
• My body froze in dread, curling my toes in vexation when the warmth of his hands etched into my waist.
• Inhaling sharply, I tried to remove his hands but it crept inside my shirt.
• The second his fingers brushed over my exposed waist, an inaudible gasp escaped my lips, turning immediately only to find him plopped on his elbows, smirking devilishly at me.
• “Wh- What are you doing, Sir?”
• Innocently staring at him, having zero experience in intimacy or temptation.
• To my question, he let out a suppressed chuckle, shifting on top of me, caging me between his muscular body.
• “What else? Touching my ‘wife,’ ”
• My breaths were unstable, holding the sheets rigidly when his hand moved to my side, causing me to arch my back at the foreign sensation.
• Hovering over me, blending our breaths as I could sense his muscular body heating mine.
• The bare distances between us suffocated me, I wasn't prepared mentally for it.
• “Don’t,”
• I whispered, averting my gaze, unable to lock our gazes for more than mere moments.
• He never failed to drain my energy with these intoxicating eyes.
• His one hand dragging nails on my side, pressing me harder into the bed that releases a soft mewl.
• “How about no?”
• Closing my eyes, I turned my head to the side only to provide him further access to snuggle to my neck and sent an undeniable spark to my core.
• “Please, stop it,”
• “Why?”
• Humming, he bit my earlobe, with gradual movements to suck his amusement, leading to my neck, starting a trail of soft kisses that made me tense my shoulder.
• When he saw my stiffness, too much to his discontent, he frowned.
• “Do you not like my touch or miss someone else’s?”
• Pulled away a little as we both sat up and I pressed myself against the bed frame.
• I couldn’t do it…
• “N-No,that’s not it… I am not..”
• I paused, to gather my composure a little and attempted to reply firmly, “I am not used to it,”
• Fortunately taking out his hand to caress my hair between his fingers, probably to soothe me which was impossible in his dominance, he sighed in disappointment.
• “Why is that? I am your husband, I can touch you however I want,”
• Murmuring temptingly, holding my face firmly in his large palm, thumb brushing over my lips yet I kept my eyes on my laps, losing my breaths when he leaned down.
• “Why are you doing this?”
• He ignored, closing our distances, gripping the sheets, to control my raging heartbeats, I uttered in a defeated voice when his hands declined to free me.
• “Do you… Even feel anything for me?”
• “Certainly not,”
• He smirked insensitively, perfectly gripping my throat to ensure I maintain the intense eye-contact.
• “What?”
• Challenging my forbearance, brushing his lips against my ear with his husky resonance inducing a strange feeling in me.
• “But, I am a man with needs,”
• Touching my shoulder gradually, I wavered apprehensively when he brought the hand down temptingly to intertwine our fingers.
• “And when I am providing you with all luxuries. A middle-class girl like you can only imagine in her dreams,”
• And I didn’t know what occurred to me that I was about to yank my hand back.
• That angered him as he roughly gripped my hand, not permitting me to pull my hand back.
• Shivering at the austere contact, an unforeseen voice escaped me when he pushed me down on the bed again, ensnaring my body with his, freezing my whole being.
• “Don’t you think you have some obligations as well?”
• He smirked wickedly, eyes scanning my body hungrily that distressed me.
• It didn't feel good nor did I expect such discomfort at my own husband's touch.
• That evoked a question- ‘Why would it be pleasurable in the first when this holds no feelings?’
• Inhaling sharply, I dared to confront him this time, lip quivering because I knew he had no attachment nor endearment towards this marriage- I mean, ‘deal’
• “You made the deal with my father, not me, Sir,”
• I stared dead into his eyes with discontent and an innocent question, placing my hand in between to refrain him from caressing me.
• “What did I gain?”
• He smirked devilishly at my response, wallowing how I was mixing my breaths anxious with his hefty ones.
• On all fours, testing my limits and how much I could bear with merest brushes.
• “I don’t know what you gained, Lucy,”
• Taking a momentary pause, his finger trailed from my forehead to my lips and slowly, very slowly to make me tremble violently, he stopped in the middle of my chest.
• Unsettled when his fingers could feel the hammering of my heart, drying my throat as he trail them down to my stomach, pausing there.
• “I don’t know what you want in the first place, but,”
• My heartbeats madly thumping, mouth opened with disbelief as he kept our bodies.
• Dragging them to where they shouldn't and I instinctively grabbed his wrist, shaking my head in denial.
• “Sir, please, no!”
• I gasped, blushing madly that made him raise an eyebrow handsomely at my quivering and messiness.
• “Why not? I assure you won’t regret it,”
• Rolling his tongue over his lips seductively, encasing, he was stopped right at the edge.
• “P-Please…”
• The natural heat broke out yet I didn’t want him to proceed and after sucking his enjoyment, he abruptly grabbed my face possessively.
• “You know what, Liliana?”
• Announcing what went over my head but was surely fatal and dangerous to perceive.
• “I had fulfilled my darkest, my most wicked desire,”
• My eyes widened in horror, “Wh-What? What do you mean?”
• He liberated a snigger that hindered my function in dread before pulling away.
• “Why don’t you think on your own?”
• I liberated the breath restricted around my throat due to his proximity.
• What the hell did he mean by this?!
• What did he intend to do with this marriage?!
• “Sir-”
• “Let’s go back to sleep,”
• Laying back to his side. The second I moved to the wall, he once again chained his hand to my waist and pressed me into his hard chest.
• “Sir-”
• “Shh, I won’t do anything ‘yet’. Relax and go to sleep,”
• ‘I couldn’t do it in your heavy presence!’
• But I had no capability to argue. I just shut my eyes and endured the feeling of his ripped chest against my petite body so I could sleep.
• But to no avail. I couldn’t sleep, as long as his thick, addictive scent lingered, the hot breaths forming goosebumps and those wicked words remained, tranquility was impossible.
• I just couldn't and spent the rest of my night wondering-
• ‘Where is this deal going to lead?’