Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ

Complications It was a little after 9 AM when | woke up. Aren was in bed with me, leaning against the pile of pillows to keep him in the sitting position while he worked on his laptop. He was shirtless, with his muscles beautifully exposed forto appreciate. | bit my lip as | carefully scanned every detail of him, recalling our sex in the shower... “It must be uncomfortable working like this,” | said, slightly rolling over to his side of the bed.

“It’s never uncomfortable around you.” He smiled and leaned overto givea quick peck on the lips.

“I made you worry yesterday...” | muttered.

He frowned. “I told you, didn’t I? Don’t think about it anymore. Don’t you dare think about him anymore.” “I'm not.” I smiled nervously. “It’s just that | am still worried about that video...” Aren closed his laptop and turned my way. “I called Alan an hour ago. He and Norton searched for that video all night and found nothing. My guess is that this sick fucker wanted to keep this video all to himself or use it later to blackmail you someday. Luckily, he won't ever make HI use of it.” “Thank God...” | heaved a deep sigh of relief. He put away his laptop and moved closer. A second later, he scoopedup and positioned me, sitting astride while facing him. | swallowed as he uncovered us from our sheets. We were both naked, our bodies hot and insatiable. His fiery gaze scannedcautiously as his lips curved into a seductive smile.

“Look what you did, sunshine. You make it too hard forto work...” he whispered, taking my hand and leading it to his erection. “Don’t blme for having problems with multitasking,” | said daringly, my fingers curling around his bulge. “Don’t test me, sunshine,” he growled softly, leaning over to bite my ear. His fingers slid straight between my thighs, findingsoaking wet. He murmured, drawing circles around my sensitive skin, “Tellwhat you wantto do.” | gasped, too embarrassed to say it aloud. My hands slid around his neck, hugging him tightly while trying to muster up my courage. He thrust his fingers insideand locked his eyes on me. “Is this enough, or do you want more?” he teased.

| moaned, putting my arms around his neck and twirling my fingers in his hair. He shoved his fingers again, enticing my hunger for him. “Is this enough for you?” he purred before taking his fingers out. “No,” | breathed desperately.

He chuckled and leaned over my ear. “Say it. Say what you want.” “I... I want you inside me,” | muttered, blushing. He pushed his fingers insideagain as his thumb rubbed my clit. “Is that all you want?” “God!” | groaned, unable to stand his devilish teasing. | bit my lip while unknowingly positioning myself to give him better access to my sensitive spot. He breathed into my ear, “I can stop if you wantto.” “Don’t!” | cried as he removed his fingers again. “Don’t stop...” | pleaded softly. With a demonic grin painting his lips, he continued until a wave of heat exploded within me, making my insides throb and my whole body shudder. “Should | stop now?” He chuckled, his fingers still teasingand forcingto whimper.

“Put it in,” | muttered, trying to avoid his piercing gaze. “Why don’t you put it in yourself?” he coaxed, leading my hand to his rigid length. | breathed deeply, looking into his devilish black irises as he gently directeduntil the tip of his erection met my still throbbing sex. | gasped as it slid through my entrance, teasing every nerve of my heated sex. As | lowered myself to push him further into me, he let out a soft growl. “You did great, sunshine.

I'll take it from here,” he purred before jerking his hips harder against me.

He slammed his cock insideagain and again, forcing out my cries of pleasure as another orgasm spread in a wave across my body. | let out a loud gasp as he pushedto my back, pinning my hands down on the mattress. | screamed out his nas my sex tightened around his length inside me. He thrust harder, chasing his orgasm until he cwith a deep groan. As he panted heavily against my shoulder, he murmured, “I want all our mornings to be like this.” | chuckled, barely trying to catch my breath. “I don’t think my body can handle all mornings like this.” He rolledover to him, pullinginto his embrace. “Then you'd better start working out, sunshine.” | was about to talk back to him, but the phone rang, ruining our serene moment. Aren reached out for the phone, his face frowning as he saw Agent Collins's caller ID. He answered and immediately put the call on speaker. “We have a problem, a big problem,” Jack said, skipping the hello part. “What's going on?” Aren asked, instantly turning on his serious tone.

“I've been removed from the investigation, but that was to be expected after Callan died. However, the one who got assigned to it is Agent Lester Packton, and there are rumors that this guy is in sinfluential person’s pocket. | also got a tip that he will try to get his hands on the phone | sent you, so be prepared because they are probably on their way to take it as we speak.” “What?!” | exclaimed, instantly thinking about our running program and all the material we had found on Callan’s phone. | didn’t even want to think about what would happen if sdirty agent put his hands on it.

“Thanks for the heads up,” Aren briefly ended the call while jumping out of the bed.

| nodded and ran to the bathroom to get myself ready to leave. We needed to hurry. | grabbed the first cost| could find in my closet and dressed up in record time, putting on only light makeup while we were going down the elevator. Once we got inside the car, | called Alan and told him that the agents were on their way to Lan Diamond Corporation to retrieve Callan’s phone.

“What?!” Alan shouted through the phone. “Norton and | went to get sbreakfast, but we are heading back to the company right away!’ | knew that it was unfair to them. They were up all night trying to find the traces of the video, and now | was asking them to secure the data because | wasn’t sure if | made it in tbefore agents got to our office. My heart pounded hectically as | thought of the possibility of other people watching Callan andhaving sex. Aren grabbed my trembling hand. “Calm down. We will find a way to take care of everything. We can find a legal way to stop them since the phone has evidence of Callan’s criminal activity.

I nodded, acknowledging his words, but | was too overpowered with restlessness to keep my composure. | ran out of the car as soon as we stopped at the parking lot and then dashed through the corridors. | wanted to be in the office as soon as possible. | knew that | could only breathe when | got there. Unfortunately, as | opened the door, | realized that it was too late...

| stopped at a threshold and froze. A group of agents was already inside, searching through our office. Alan and Norton stood against the wall and looked helplessly at the warrant the agents put on the table while the men in suits packed our papers and equipment. “Stop whatever you're doing at once!” | heard Aren’s harsh voice from behind my back. As | turned around, | saw him with Neil and another man in glasses who flanked Aren’s sides.

My husband'’s intimidating gaze put every single agent in the room on hold while one of them, who looked like the one in charge, stepped forward, scanning Aren with his lisp curved in a wicked smirk. Unlike the other agents, this guy wore an elegant, clearly expensive black suit. His dark-brown hair was combed up, which hardened his features and emphasized his deep-set snake-like eyes.

“Good morning, I'm Agent Lester Packton, and we have the right to confiscate everything from this office,” he said.

The man in glasses walked to the table and took a warrant document in his hands. “What you said is incorrect, Agent Packton,” he said, putting the sheet of paper back on the table. “This document says that you can only have the right to take Mr. Callan Winton’s personal belongings, which means his phone and nothing else.” “According to who?!” Agent Packton snapped. “According to Lan Diamond Corporation's lawyer, Mr. Packton,” Aren replied curtly. “That Comp cations means you can either put everything back and apologize to my employees for disturbing their work or expect a lawsuit delivered to you in a few hours tops.” Agent Packton clenched his jaw before he turned to his men. “Put back the computers, take the phone, and let's get out of here!” he roared. Other agents from his team grunted something under their breaths, most likely cursing us, but it didn’t matter. At least they didn’t take our computers and other devices. Once the previously filled with our stuff boxes were unpacked, the agents started to leave our office one by one. “Hey!” Alan grabbed one of the agents by his elbow and pointed at his clenched hand. “That device is ours as well.” Neil stepped forward and glared at the agent while extending his hand flat.

The agent growled before angrily tossing our fingerprint scanner on the table. Neil clicked his tongue and shifted his eyes to Alan. “Check the scanner. If it's damaged, we will sue them for destroying private property.” Once the last one of them left, along with the phone, | heaved a deep sigh. It could have been worse, but | didn’t trust any of those agents, and now every file from Callan’s phone was in their hands. Aren stepped toward me, sliding his arms around my waist and leaning overto kiss the crown of my head. “Are they all gone now?” Norton asked, leaning out into the corridor. “Yes,” Neil replied, closing the door of the office. “Cora...” Norton started, his eyes shifting between me, Aren, Neil, and the lawyer. “I think we broke the law.” | locked my eyes on him. “What do you mean?” Alan chuckled nervously, scratching his head. “Well, we might have... just might have cloned Callan’s phone and deleted all the dirty photos and the “My Treasure” folder from it.” Their words sent my heart into a wild race. “Wait... which phone did the agents take?” “They took the clone,” Alan smirked, pulling another phone from the bottom drawer of his desk cabinet. “The original is right here.”