Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ

Our bond 

I‘d never had a need to dress up. I had never even strictly followed any dress code. Yet, today, before going to Lan Diamond Tower, for the first time in my life, I decided to wear something more feminine. I didn‘t do it because somebody told me to, but because I wanted to. Aren bought me a lot of clothes, all designer brands. I used to see them as overpriced pieces of fabric, but that slowly started to change... 

I used to look at the women walking into the Café Dorado, slightly mocking their flashy style, making them look as if they escaped from the “Devil Wears Prada” film set. But truthfully, a 

part of me envied them. It didn’t seem like they were wearing costumes, pretending to be someone they weren‘t. They were confident and proud. It was time for me to embrace the fact that when I was walking into the Lan Diamond Corporation, I was entering as Aren Lan‘s fiancée, and I wanted to look confident and proud, just like those women at Café Dorado. 

I searched through the closet in absolute panic, praying to find something that wouldn‘t make me look ridiculous. Finally, I picked a Versace black skirt and blazer suit with a fitted white, buttoned shirt underneath. As I looked in the mirror, my lips twisted in a hesitant grimace. Did I resemble those confident women from Café Dorado? I had my doubts about that. Nonetheless, I needed to admit that those clothes boosted my self–esteem and, once I added Louboutin heels to my feet, made me feel surprisingly sexy. 

I marched into the Lan Diamond Tower, fired up and ready to meet my contract fiancé. I couldn‘t help but inwardly smile as I strode through the entrance hall, collecting men‘s lustful gazes, silently hoping that Aren would look at me the same way. He didn‘t. 

him came to nothing. I felt as if it was ice that was in his veins. It pissed me off. I was mad at him for being this stone–hearted, and I was mad at myself for believing that I wasn‘t just a mere snack that he felt a need for, nothing but a one time whim. As I told him that he had invaded my mind the entire day and night and stared into his emotionless eyes, my body cringed in humiliation. I wanted to leave his office. I didn‘t want to spend another second near him, but then he snapped. His voice as he yelled at me was soaked with frustration. I could feel it once our lips

senses. I heard him locking the door before pulling me into his embrace. One of his hands went to the back of my head, his fingers tangling into my hair and positioning me to deepen the kiss. As his tongue began stroking mine more possessively, I moaned against his lips, my body shivering in response to the passion he was giving me. I gasped as his hand went underneath my skirt, his fingers playing with my garter. Suddenly, he grabbed my buttocks and lifted me, making me wrap my legs around his waist. A second later, I was lying on the sofa, and he was on top of me with one of his bent knees between my thighs. He devoured me with his blazing eyes, searing my entire skin. He took off his jacket and threw

Distand 

what you‘ve done to me, sunshine,”

my skin becoming more sensitive by the

unbutton my shirt and pull down my bra, exposing my breasts. My fingers stroked the back of his neck, teasingly circling the soft, short hair on his nape. He growled against my skin while leaving a trail of kisses down my chest. I arched my back as his hands cupped my breasts, sending another wave of heat down my stomach. The tip of his tongue began to caress one of my nipples before moving to the other one, and I couldn‘t help but feel the wetness rising between my thighs. He was in control of my body and my pleasure. I vaguely registered the moment he lifted my back to release me from my shirt and unclasp my bra with a few swift movements. As I was flushed with ecstasy, he suddenly leaned back, taking off his shirt with a wicked grin. A heartbeat later, his hand roarned down, his fingers curling around the hem of my lace panties. He ripped thern off

look at me like that,” I whispered, my hands moving

As he said it, he lowered himself on the sofa and spread my legs, positioning himself between them. I gasped as the tip of his tongue stroked the rim of my most sensitive skin. He slowly moved from gentle caresses to passionate thrusts of his tongue, making me writhe underneath him, letting out all kinds of breathless sounds. As my excitement grew, he used one of his fingers

chuckled before thrusting his fingers inside