Chapter 7 Tempting Her

He was a scary man, I could feel it under my bones that he wasn't an ordinary businessman. He was not what he showed, he was commanding, dangerous… I knew I couldn't escape him yet for how long I could, I would try and the moment he was out for a smoke, I slept on the couch, avoiding sharing the bed with him. But, for how long could I? After creating an interlude for me for days, the second I laid down to sleep on the couch, his assertive resonance arrived, ordering me strictly. “Enough with the couch, come to the bed,” He didn’t go out for smoke today and pointed the cigarette at the bed sternly Holding the hem of my dress, I sat up quickly, distressed to perceive it. “But, Sir-” “Now,” Lowering my gaze, I got up and quietly laid on the bed as he smoked for the time being, using his phone. Resting his one leg over the other dominantly. Curled, I endeavored to sleep but the perception of him laying next to me didn't let me. ‘Please don't come to bed. Please-’ But to no avail as he laid on his side, freezing my soul when I shared the bed with him. Highly alarmed when I laid next to him on the bed, I could sense my heartbeats amplifying by each passing second. To resist his commanding presence next to me, I faced the wall. Clutching the sheets close to my chest to gather the flaring sensations which couldn't last long when I sensed his large hand creeping on my skin. “Hey…” He called me seductively. My body froze in dread, curling my toes in vexation when the warmth of his hands etched into my waist. Inhaling sharply, I tried to remove his hands but it crept inside my shirt. The second his fingers brushed over my exposed waist, an inaudible gasp escaped my lips, turning immediately only to find him plopped on his elbows, smirking devilishly at me. “Wh- What are you doing, Sir?” Innocently staring at him, having zero experience in intimacy or temptation. To my question, he let out a suppressed chuckle, shifting on top of me, caging me between his muscular body. “What else? Touching my ‘wife,’ ” My breaths were unstable, holding the sheets rigidly when his hand moved to my side, causing me to arch my back at the foreign sensation. Hovering over me, blending our breaths as I could sense his muscular body heating mine. The bare distances between us suffocated me, I wasn't prepared mentally for it. “Don’t,” I whispered, averting my gaze, unable to lock our gazes for more than mere moments. He never failed to drain my energy with these intoxicating eyes. His one hand dragging nails on my side, pressing me harder into the bed that releases a soft mewl. “How about no?” Closing my eyes, I turned my head to the side only to provide him further access to snuggle to my neck and sent an undeniable spark to my core. “Please, stop it,” “Why?” Humming, he bit my earlobe, with gradual movements to suck his amusement, leading to my neck, starting a trail of soft kisses that made me tense my shoulder. When he saw my stiffness, too much to his discontent, he frowned. “Do you not like my touch or miss someone else’s?” Pulled away a little as we both sat up and I pressed myself against the bed frame. I couldn’t do it… “N-No,that’s not it… I am not..” I paused, to gather my composure a little and attempted to reply firmly, “I am not used to it,” Fortunately taking out his hand to caress my hair between his fingers, probably to soothe me which was impossible in his dominance, he sighed in disappointment. “Why is that? I am your husband, I can touch you however I want,” Murmuring temptingly, holding my face firmly in his large palm, thumb brushing over my lips yet I kept my eyes on my laps, losing my breaths when he leaned down. “Why are you doing this?” He ignored, closing our distances, gripping the sheets, to control my raging heartbeats, I uttered in a defeated voice when his hands declined to free me. “Do you… Even feel anything for me?” “Certainly not,” He smirked insensitively, perfectly gripping my throat to ensure I maintain the intense eye-contact. “What?” Challenging my forbearance, brushing his lips against my ear with his husky resonance inducing a strange feeling in me. “But, I am a man with needs,” Touching my shoulder gradually, I wavered apprehensively when he brought the hand down temptingly to intertwine our fingers. “And when I am providing you with all luxuries. A middle-class girl like you can only imagine in her dreams,” And I didn’t know what occurred to me that I was about to yank my hand back. That angered him as he roughly gripped my hand, not permitting me to pull my hand back. Shivering at the austere contact, an unforeseen voice escaped me when he pushed me down on the bed again, ensnaring my body with his, freezing my whole being. “Don’t you think you have some obligations as well?” He smirked wickedly, eyes scanning my body hungrily that distressed me. It didn't feel good nor did I expect such discomfort at my own husband's touch. That evoked a question- ‘Why would it be pleasurable in the first when this holds no feelings?’ Inhaling sharply, I dared to confront him this time, lip quivering because I knew he had no attachment nor endearment towards this marriage- I mean, ‘deal’ “You made the deal with my father, not me, Sir,” I stared dead into his eyes with discontent and an innocent question, placing my hand in between to refrain him from caressing me. “What did I gain?” He smirked devilishly at my response, wallowing how I was mixing my breaths anxious with his hefty ones. On all fours, testing my limits and how much I could bear with merest brushes. “I don’t know what you gained, Lucy,” Taking a momentary pause, his finger trailed from my forehead to my lips and slowly, very slowly to make me tremble violently, he stopped in the middle of my chest. Unsettled when his fingers could feel the hammering of my heart, drying my throat as he trail them down to my stomach, pausing there. “I don’t know what you want in the first place, but,” My heartbeats madly thumping, mouth opened with disbelief as he kept our bodies. Dragging them to where they shouldn't and I instinctively grabbed his wrist, shaking my head in denial. “Sir, please, no!” I gasped, blushing madly that made him raise an eyebrow handsomely at my quivering and messiness. “Why not? I assure you won’t regret it,” Rolling his tongue over his lips seductively, encasing, he was stopped right at the edge. “P-Please…” The natural heat broke out yet I didn’t want him to proceed and after sucking his enjoyment, he abruptly grabbed my face possessively. “You know what, Liliana?” Announcing what went over my head but was surely fatal and dangerous to perceive. “I had fulfilled my darkest, my most wicked desire,” My eyes widened in horror, “Wh-What? What do you mean?” He liberated a snigger that hindered my function in dread before pulling away. “Why don’t you think on your own?” I liberated the breath restricted around my throat due to his proximity. What the hell did he mean by this?! What did he intend to do with this marriage?! “Sir-” “Let’s go back to sleep,” Laying back to his side. The second I moved to the wall, he once again chained his hand to my waist and pressed me into his hard chest. “Sir-” “Shh, I won’t do anything ‘yet’. Relax and go to sleep,” ‘I couldn’t do it in your heavy presence!’ But I had no capability to argue. I just shut my eyes and endured the feeling of his ripped chest against my petite body so I could sleep. But to no avail. I couldn’t sleep, as long as his thick, addictive scent lingered, the hot breaths forming goosebumps and those wicked words remained, tranquility was impossible. I just couldn't and spent the rest of my night wondering- ‘Where is this deal going to lead?’