Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ

A peal of hysteric laughter escaped my throat as an intense blush painted my cheeks. He didn’t actually expect me to have sex with him during our contractual marriage… right? As my eyes slowly shifted to Aren, I muttered, “You cannot be serious?” He smirked, once again carefully scanning my body. “Why not? I need to know if it’s safe to fuck my wife.”

My jaw literally dropped, and I heard Mr. Edmond chuckle. How could Aren talk about such things so casually?! And how could he talk about having sex with me in front of some other people?!

“You can’t expect me to sleep with you,” I squeezed through my teeth. “I’m not turning you into my sex slave. I am giving you an option. Besides, you will receive a copy of my medical card as well,” he said calmly. “An option?” I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Yes,” he replied, standing up and sitting next to me. Then he gestured at the lawyer and Mr. Edmond. “Give us five.”

A second later, I was in that room alone with him, sitting inches away from me. My whole body tensed as his fingers nearly accidentally brushed my thigh, making my heart hammer.

“I’m not going to force you because I would never force a woman…” he stated before whispering to my ear. “But I’m not going to lie. I wanted to fuck you from the first moment I saw you.”

His lips touched my earlobe, sending a wave of shivers down my spine. I leaned back in desperate need to escape from him. His voice, his scent, everything about him felt like a deadly weapon turned against me. I moved to the edge of the sofa, which earned me a chuckle.

“I will give you a month,” he tossed, leaning back and sitting more comfortably.

“A month… for what?” I mumbled, trying to find my lost composure.

“For you to admit that you want me as much as I want you.”

I wasn’t in denial. His sole presence could turn me on, but it wasn’t enough for me to jump into his bed. I was never a saint, but I was never able to separate sex from emotions. After my dreadful relationship with Callan ended, I promised myself two things: never to start a relationship from physical attraction, and never fall for an arrogant rich guy. “Dream on.” I scoffed. “I can pretend that I’m in love with you and that I am physically attracted to you, playing my part in front of others, but that’s it.” I crossed my hands over my chest.

He grinned smugly. “As I said, I won’t force you, but what if we need to get a little physical while playing a perfect married couple?” I swallowed. “What do you mean?”

Confused

waist to my back, and he pulled me into a tight embrace. “Like this,” he said softly, his other hand cupping my chin and positioning my lips an inch

wanted him to press them against mine, but he just stayed still, observing how I struggled to resist him. His fingers on my back drew a line down my spine, making me bite my lip just so I would prevent myself from making strange sounds. My whole body pulsed at his

back from his grip. “Your reactions seem honest. Someone could truly believe that I turn you on,” he said

things worse. I didn’t know what was more irritating the fact that I was losing to him each time he used his charms or that I found his style more and more appealing. Perhaps if I

let me sing this damn

Edmond and the lawyer were back in the room, and I was holding a pen in my hand, ready to place my signature and sell my soul. Aren stayed beside me, and his presence wasn’t helping. For the first time in my life, I had to concentrate

as I

an audible sigh of relief. He collected the documents and left as if he couldn’t breathe inside that office where we were. I had yet to figure out how I felt after signing this contract. At least whatever I felt at that

was about to hide the pen in my purse when Aren suddenly grabbed my hand and

he asked,

going to say anything? He had seen me dragged through the corridor. Was he trying to cover for his subordinate?! I hated being a snitch, but if that guy hurt me because he liked to abuse his strength, then at least his boss should know about it… “One of the security guards…” I muttered, hesitantly gazing at Aren. He put my hand down on the sofa, treating it as

Confused

Mr. Edmond flinch as

Ms. Bell upstairs, and I guess he used

lips. “I always enjoy the way you add courtesy to

I apologize, Sir. He might have misunderstood… that

him to your office, and have him waiting for me… And inform HR that Cliff Owen doesn’t work for

bruised my wrist? It felt weird that

job, but I wasn’t going to feel sorry for the guy. “Is bringing him to the office

chills down my spine

Sir.” A second after these words left Mr. Edmond’s throat, his hand was on the door handle, ready to follow his

as