Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ

No longer a nobody

I could never find the right words to express how amazing it felt to wake up in Aren’s embrace. It was sensual and hot beyond limits. I was on edge the entire night, and so was he. The skin of our bodies was hyper-sensitive, making the slightest touch a turn-on. The only reason why we fell asleep was most likely due to overpowering our senses. Putting restraints on our mutual desires was an insanely difficult thing to do…

I didn’t want to hurt Aren’s pride, so I would never say it aloud, but I knew what it meant to have sex with him and how energy-consuming it was. As insane as it sounded, I knew that he was willing to sacrifice his health just to satisfy me, as if he had been neglecting his husband’s duty while in a coma, and he wanted to make it up for me. I knew that inwardly he was aware that he hadn’t fully regained his strength yet, but he would never have admitted it. He forced me to make it more my problem than his, but I was willing to since I was doing it for him.

Unfortunately, he kept challenging my determination… We were lying like two spoons, with my back tightly pressed against Aren’s firm chest. He held one hand under my neck, curling his fingers to caress my shoulder while his other hand lay on my waist.

“You lost weight,” he murmured, his fingers blindly roaming across the skin of my stomach.

I sealed my lips as the sensation of his touch enticed my arousal, but I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. I took a deep breath, ignoring how he made me feel. “Well… I was busy while you were sleeping.” “I made you worry,” he whispered, kissing the back of my head.

“You made me miss you like crazy,” I said, placing my hand on top of his.

“So you were spending your days either worrying about me or working because of me.” He brushed my hair away and kissed the nape of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

I could barely concentrate on talking, yet I wasn’t going to surrender. “I was also training with Chris and Jack,” I said, “Chris was teaching me how to fight, and Jack showed me how to shoot.

He tensed up. A heartbeat later, I was on my back, and he was over me, pinning my hands down to the bed. “Chris was teaching you how to fight?” he asked, his tone sharp and dangerous

“Well, yes,” I replied with a frown. “Is that a problem?”

“Of course, it is!” he exclaimed.

I raised my eyebrows, feeling slightly amused by his sudden agitation. “I also practiced shooting with Jack, and yet you mentioned only Chris. Mind explaining to me why is it a problem that I’m trying to learn how to fight, but you don’t seem to be worried that I’m learning how to shoot someone?”

need physical contact when you learn how to shoot,” he said

burst out into

other men touching you, and if it’s some handsome guy, that

you when you’re jealous, but you don’t

I can

smile on his face. He

***

problems. I decided to delay telling Aren about Lanfen and that night at Crawford’s

over the entrance of the Lan Diamond Tower. Over thirty reporters stood there, waiting for us to arrive. Aren grabbed my hand. “We don’t have to do this if you

gazing out through the window. “No… We have nothing to hide. Let’s do this,” I

around the car, securing our way to the door. Aren smirked and got out first, causing an immediate burst of commotion. Then he turned toward me, offering his hand so I could leave the car gracefully. I held my breath, stepping out. I knew that I was nervous enough to lose my balance and turn myself into a laughing stock, but I quickly realized that Aren would never allow that to happen. His arm created a steady frame I could lean on as I took the first step out of the car in my high heels.

all shouted at once. I glanced at Aren, but he seemed to ignore all of them, taking his time as he smiled at me, brushed my hair off my face, and gently kissed

are you planning on hiring your wife permanently as one of

me with a smirk before turning to the reporter. “No, I would never

he

his arms around my waist and pulled me close. “I would never allow her to overwork herself, and I’m positive that would

couldn’t handle working in one of the highest positions in the company in

think it’s a little chauvinistic to say?” another

say? i’m a possessive man. I know my wife gives her all in everything she does. She is smart and remarkable, and she would be an amazing executive in my company, but I want her to myself. I want her to see her after work and spend time together, and I am certain that it wouldn’t be possible if she became

anger slightly decreased, but the feministic side of me still had a few issues, and it felt as if a

want to turn Mrs.

me and kissed my forehead. “Not at all. I want her

programmer and a true genius, and I will support her