Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ

Jealousy I emptied my glass in two big gulps, cursing myself inwardly for even thinking of asking more questions about Lanfen. The sole fact that she was Aren’s first girlfriend and he had nightmares in which he called her name should be enough to label her as a serious threat. Nonetheless, when he said that he was the one who proposed, it was a hard hit to take. It felt like a punch in the gut. I guessed that my mask had finally fallen off since Aren looked at me with sudden concern in his eyes while watching me refill my glass with wine. “Are you OK, sunshine?” he asked, touching my hand that held the glass.

I sighed and shifted my eyes to him, “I wish I could say that I am OK, but no, I am not,” I said, irritation more than clear in the tone of my voice.

He smirked. “Are you jealous, wife?”

I glared at him. “Of course I am!” I exclaimed. “You were her hero. You had a normal, loving relationship that lasted four years, and you proposed to her without offering her a contract! Sure as hell I am jealous!”

He burst into laughter.

“That’s not funny,” I grunted, lowering my voice. “Well… I did it to myself. I shouldn’t have asked those questions. It was better to not know…”

“Sunshine…” He placed his hand on my thigh, rubbing it gently. “I was different then. I was foolish and naïve, and I didn’t know what I wanted from life.”

I glanced at him hesitantly, trying to read through his amused expression. “I wouldn’t make the same choices now,” he said confidently.

“You mean that you wouldn’t propose to her…?” I muttered, not looking into his eyes. He leaned over me and kissed my neck. “She would never have become my girlfriend in the first place.” I still pouted. “But you called her adorable…” He kissed my neck again, this time rougher, biting and sucking my skin. I gasped and leaned back to watch his eyes become darker. “Adorable doesn’t work for me anymore.” “Do you mean that I’m not adorable?” I teased. He kissed my lips and smirked. “You are more than that.” I blinked my eyes, playfully tangling a strand of my hair on my finger. “Tell me, what kind of a woman do you need?” He pulled me onto his lap, making me gasp. “I need a sexy woman who’ll make my dick throb each time I see her.” His eyes on me sent my heart into a wild race. I could feel him hardening beneath my thighs, and somehow that sensation alone dissolved my previous anxiety and envy. I sealed my lips, slightly scared of asking more questions. The air between us was dense

and the sexual tension went far beyond the limits.

you more wine,” I said,

move with his predatory eyes, searing my curves. “It’s my time to ask questions,” he said, his voice

his refilled glass and sat, putting distance between us. “Ask away.” I tried to sound confident, but my voice

ear. He leaned closer, smirking. “Something

in my mind, and that was Aren. My cheeks started to burn, and I tried to cool down that fire

you,” I said softly, my heart pounding

“You manhandled me…” He raised his eyebrows, amused. “Do you like being manhandled?” “No!” I frowned. “But

it was you,” I whispered, feeling the heat of

rough thrusts as he deepened his kiss. I tried to fight him for dominance, but I could only surrender as he sent a wave of pleasure right through me. I trusted him enough to submit when his hand grabbed the back of my head to position me the way he wanted. When he released me, my lips were already swollen and

in your dream?” he breathed against my

thighs even more as I tried to recall my dream. I wasn’t sure if I could find the courage to tell him

had,” I muttered, trying to avoid his blazing gaze.

boost your ego, don’t you?” I

that I’m handsome, sunshine. I just want to know what you were thinking when I walked