Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ

Sleeping with him “You are loud.” i flinched at hearing Aren‘s hoarse mutter. 

“H–how...?” It was the only part of the question I could mumble in panic. 

Aren lifted his upper body, supporting his weight with a bent elbow, his eyes narrowed from sleep. “How... what?” 

“How did I end up here... like this?!” I looked at him wide–eyed, my heart pounding. 

Aren sighed, a faint smirk curving his lips. “You fell asleep.” 

A wave of heat flooded me, a juicy blush surfacing on my cheeks. How could that happen? I wasn‘t drunk. I had barely drank two glasses of champagne. Fine, I was exhausted, but how could I fall asleep in the middle of... Oh, God... 

“And... why are you..?” 

“Why am I here with you?” He finished my question. “I also need to sleep.” He shrugged, glancing at me with increasing amusement. 

“B–but...” I breathed, desperate to find a way out of this embarrassing situation. 

A huff of irritation escaped his throat. A second later, he hooked his arm around my waist and pulled me close. I barely registered how I found myself lying with my back against his chest, his arms clutching me tightly. “It‘s five in the morning. Sleep,” he commanded, breathing into my ear. Easy for him to say. My heart hammered as if a mad heavy–metal drummer banged on it. His scent overwhelmed me again, sending all kinds of lewd thoughts to my mind. My body was tightly wrapped in his, my back pressing against the firm wall that was supposed to be called his chest and stomach muscles. His one arm lay on my waist while the other went under my neck and down to my shoulder and arm. The slightest movement of his fingers sent shivers through my entire body and made my wicked mind print thousands of imaginary pictures of him naked each time I tried to close my eyes. No... falling asleep in his arms was like a freaking mission impossible! 

“Your shirt...” I mumbled. He chuckled softly. “What about my shirt?” I swallowed before asking. “What happened to your buttons? Did I..?” 

He snorted and tightened his grip around me. “When you fell asleep, you tangled your fingers around the rim of my shirt‘s neckline. I was about to wake you up gently, when you moaned and yanked your hand away, ripping all of my buttons.” 

I gasped in embarrassment. I could almost see my subconscious with a facepalm gesture. Thankfully, I had my back turned to him, and he couldn‘t see my flustered face. “Why didn‘t you take the shirt off?” I mumbled. 

I could hear the grin in his tone when he said, “I thought it would be fun.” He continued, as he 

to

me,”

it off now If you want me

panic, which camed me his chuckle

said, his voice firm and commanding, “shut up

blanket to cover in both as we lay, and then he tangled his legs with mine to prevent me from escaping, I

his desk. His body was fully covered in a freshi, Irresistibly sexy navy suit and white shirt, with a full set of buttons this time. I pulled myself up to sit frantically, combing my hair with my

his computer screen to me, “What would you

eyes roaming across the floor to search for my shoes. “Um... coffee,” I replied, not looking him in

didn‘t have sex —we merely slept together... but it felt more intimate than

You may use my bathroom; it‘s on the right. Take a shower. There are some female cosmetics in the cabinet,”

Ome 

out suspiciously. He smirked. “I told

him in disbelief. “When?” “Two days ago,” he tossed, and quickly added, “He

the stink of yesterday‘s sweat reached my nostrils... or worse, before it reached his nostrils as well!

minute before snapping out of this weird daze and taking my clothes off to step into the cabin. My lustful

humiliating situations that were likely to occur if I stayed there longer. Suddenly, I heard a knocking

I slid my hand through the small

Aren yanking that towel off of me and then fucking me senseless... Seriously?! Is my period coming tomorrow or something?! But the worst of all was that I caught him staring at me

it when you do that,” he

I took a cautious step

“You‘ve just imagined

did not!” I protested, bursting into the world‘s

back against the wall. His black irises, soaked with lust, sent a silent demand that almost