Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ

A peal of hysteric laughter escaped my throat as an intense blush painted my cheeks. He didn’t actually

expect me to have sex with him during our contractual marriage… right? As my eyes slowly shifted to

Aren, I muttered, “You cannot be serious?” He smirked, once again carefully scanning my body. “Why

not? I need to know if it’s safe to fuck my wife.”

My jaw literally dropped, and I heard Mr. Edmond chuckle. How could Aren talk about such things so

casually?! And how could he talk about having sex with me in front of some other people?!

“You can’t expect me to sleep with you,” I squeezed through my teeth. “I’m not turning you into my sex

slave. I am giving you an option. Besides, you will receive a copy of my medical card as well,” he said

calmly. “An option?” I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Yes,” he replied, standing up and sitting next to me. Then he gestured at the lawyer and Mr. Edmond.

“Give us five.”

A second later, I was in that room alone with him, sitting inches away from me. My whole body tensed as

his fingers nearly accidentally brushed my thigh, making my heart hammer.

“I’m not going to force you because I would never force a woman…” he stated before whispering to my

ear. “But I’m not going to lie. I wanted to fuck you from the first moment I saw you.”

His lips touched my earlobe, sending a wave of shivers down my spine. I leaned back in desperate need

to escape from him. His voice, his scent, everything about him felt like a deadly weapon turned against

me. I moved to the edge of the sofa, which earned me a chuckle.

“I will give you a month,” he tossed, leaning back and sitting more comfortably.

“A month… for what?” I mumbled, trying to find my lost composure.

“For you to admit that you want me as much as I want you.”

I wasn’t in denial. His sole presence could turn me on, but it wasn’t enough for me to jump into his bed. I

was never a saint, but I was never able to separate sex from emotions. After my dreadful relationship

with Callan ended, I promised myself two things: never to start a relationship from physical attraction,

and never fall for an arrogant rich guy. “Dream on.” I scoffed. “I can pretend that I’m in love with you and

that I am physically attracted to you, playing my part in front of others, but that’s it.” I crossed my hands

over my chest.

He grinned smugly. “As I said, I won’t force you, but what if we need to get a little physical while playing a

perfect married couple?” I swallowed. “What do you mean?”

Confused

Before I knew it, his arm slid around my waist to my back, and he pulled me into a tight embrace. “Like

this,” he said softly, his other hand cupping my chin and positioning my lips an inch away from his.

I couldn’t restrain an urge to glance at his full, incredibly kissable lips. I badly wanted him to press them

against mine, but he just stayed still, observing how I struggled to resist him. His fingers on my back

drew a line down my spine, making me bite my lip just so I would prevent myself from making strange

sounds. My whole body pulsed at his simplest touch. I hated myself for craving him the way I did.

He smiled slyly, releasing my chin and back from his grip. “Your reactions seem honest. Someone could

truly believe that I turn you on,” he said mockingly.

I clenched my teeth and lowered my gaze. I knew that saying anything or trying to deny what had

happened would only make things worse. I didn’t know what was more irritating the fact that I was losing

to him each time he used his charms or that I found his style more and more appealing. Perhaps if I got

used to his presence, I would stop questioning my sanity around him. I knew that I was strong enough to

say no to him and that there was a line I would never cross, not after Callan.

“Fine… let me sing this damn contract,” I said arrogantly.

He laughed and pressed something on his phone. A minute later, Mr. Edmond and the lawyer were back

in the room, and I was holding a pen in my hand, ready to place my signature and sell my soul. Aren

stayed beside me, and his presence wasn’t helping. For the first time in my life, I had to concentrate

before writing my own name.

“Done,” I announced as I finished my signature.

The lawyer heaved an audible sigh of relief. He collected the documents and left as if he couldn’t breathe

inside that office where we were. I had yet to figure out how I felt after signing this contract. At least

whatever I felt at that moment didn’t make me restless.

I was about to hide the pen in my purse when Aren suddenly grabbed my hand and placed it ‘gently on

top of his own.

“Who did this to you?” he asked, dangerously narrowing his eyes.

I flinched before looking down at my wrist. Only then did I realize it was covered in dark colored bruises

with visible round spots the size of large fingertips. I began to wonder whether the harsh treatment I had

received the night before truly came from Aren’s order. At this point… I doubted it. He seemed concerned

and angry, and I couldn’t sense any lie in his expression. I glanced at Mr. Edmond and noticed he

straightened nervously while tightly sealing his lips. Wasn’t he going to say anything? He had seen me

dragged through the corridor. Was he trying to cover for his subordinate?! I hated being a snitch, but if

that guy hurt me because he liked to abuse his strength, then at least his boss should know about it…

“One of the security guards…” I muttered, hesitantly gazing at Aren. He put my hand down on the sofa,

treating it as if it was made of delicate porcelain. I could see his jaw tense, the darkness of his black

irises deepening. “Neil, mind explaining this?” The firm tone of his voice carried an unmistakable threat,

Confused

making Mr. Edmond flinch as Aren’s eyes landed on him.