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

me into a tight embrace. “Like this,” he said softly, his other hand cupping my chin and

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

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

losing to him each time he used his charms or that I found his style more and more appealing. Perhaps if I got used to his presence, I would stop questioning my sanity around him. I

sing this damn contract,” I

to place my signature and sell my soul. Aren stayed beside

as I finished

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

Aren suddenly grabbed my hand

this to you?” he asked, dangerously

tightly sealing his lips. Wasn’t he 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 if it was made of delicate porcelain. I could see his jaw tense, the darkness of his black irises deepening. “Neil, mind explaining this?” The firm tone of his voice carried an unmistakable

Confused

as Aren’s eyes landed

was Cliff Owen, Sir… He was told to bring Ms. Bell upstairs, and I guess he used an inadequate amount of strength,” Mr. Edmond explained in a deep apologetic

smirk formed on Aren’s lips. “I always enjoy the way you add

Edmond bowed even lower. “I…. I apologize, Sir. He might have misunderstood… that was why… His attitude towards

and have him waiting for me… And inform HR that Cliff Owen doesn’t

him because he bruised my wrist? It felt weird that my

to feel sorry for the guy. “Is bringing him

that sent chills down my spine

left Mr. Edmond’s throat, his hand was on the door handle, ready to follow

Aren’s voice instantly made Mr. Edmond freeze. “Order someone to do as I said. I want you to take care