Morning After

Kaelan's POV 

“Yes, Liora. We’ll talk about this tomorrow,” I said into the phone, keeping my voice level even though irritation was crawling up my spine. I kept my eyes on Sera the entire time. She stood there with her arms wrapped around herself, cheeks still flushed from what I had just done to her against the wall. My cum was probably still leaking down her thigh, and here she was, listening to me talk to the woman the world thought I would marry.

Liora’s voice sharpened on the other end. “I’m not stupid, Kaelan. People are already talking. Get rid of whoever you have in there or I’ll start making calls that hurt your precious empire.”

I ended the call without another word and tossed the phone on the couch. Sera’s hazel eyes burned with fresh anger and something else — humiliation.

“So that’s her,” she said, voice shaking. “The real future Mrs. Voss. While I’m just the whore you keep locked in your penthouse.”

I stepped closer. “You’re not a whore. You’re mine for the next twelve months. There’s a difference.”

She laughed bitterly. “Tell that to your fiancée.”

The fire in her eyes made my blood run hotter. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward the bedroom. She resisted, but not enough to actually stop me. When we reached the room I pushed the door shut behind us and turned to face her.

“Strip,” I ordered.

“Fuck you,” she snapped back.

I moved fast, backing her up until her legs hit the bed. I caught both her wrists in one hand and pinned them above her head. With my other hand I yanked her blouse open, buttons scattering across the floor. She gasped, chest heaving.

“You signed the contract,” I reminded her, voice low. “That means when I say I want you, I get you.”

I pushed her onto the bed on her back and climbed over her. She tried to shove me off but I caught her hands again and held them down. I kissed her hard, swallowing the angry sound she made. She bit my lip again. The sharp pain only made me want her more.

I moved down her body, sucking hard on her neck, then her breasts, leaving marks that would still be there tomorrow. When I reached between her legs she was soaked. I pushed two fingers inside her roughly, curling them the way I knew made her lose control.

“Still want to fight me?” I asked, pumping my fingers faster.

“Always,” she gasped, but her hips were pushing up to meet my hand.

I pulled my fingers out and replaced them with my cock in one thrust. She cried out, back arching off the bed. I fucked her hard, pinning her wrists with one hand while the other gripped her thigh, spreading her wider. The sound of her moans mixed with the slap of skin filled the room.

She came first, clenching around me so tight I almost lost it. I kept going, chasing my own release until I buried myself deep and finished inside her with a groan.

We stayed like that for a moment, breathing hard. I released her wrists and brushed damp hair from her face. For a second she looked almost vulnerable. Then the shame returned to her eyes and she turned her face away.

I rolled off her and lay on my back, staring at the ceiling. She had no idea how long I had wanted this. How many times I had watched her from afar at events, how I had made sure the debt situation reached this point so I could finally have her.

Sera sat up slowly, pulling the sheet over her body. “I hate what you turn me into,” she whispered.

I didn’t answer. Instead I watched her as she got up and walked to the bathroom. The marks I left on her neck and thighs were clearly visible. Good. Let her see them every time she looked in the mirror.

When she came back out I was still lying there. She climbed into bed on the far side, as far from me as possible. I let her have the space. For now.

Sleep came slowly for both of us.

The next morning I woke up first. I stood by the bed watching her sleep, arms wrapped around herself even in rest. She looked smaller like this. More fragile. The obsession that had lived in my chest for years felt heavier now that she was actually here.

My phone buzzed on the nightstand. Another message from Liora.

"We need to talk, Today."

I ignored it and sat on the edge of the bed. Sera stirred and opened her eyes. The moment she saw me the shame and anger returned to her face.

“Get out,” she said hoarsely.

I reached for her instead. She tried to pull away but I caught her ankle and dragged her closer. “No.”

I pinned her down again, this time face down on the bed. I used my tie from last night to bind her wrists behind her back. She cursed me the entire time. When I pushed inside her from behind she moaned despite herself, pushing back to meet my thrusts.

I fucked her slow and deep, one hand fisted in her hair, the other gripping her hip. “Tell me you hate me,” I growled.

“I hate you,” she gasped, but her voice broke on the last word as she came hard around me.

I followed right after, pressing my chest to her back as I finished.

Afterward I untied her and pulled her against me. She didn’t fight it this time. Not immediately.

My phone started ringing again. Liora’s name flashed on the screen.

Sera saw it too. Her body tensed in my arms.

I answered the call while still holding her.

“Liora,” I said, voice calm. “What is it?”

Sera’s eyes met mine. The mixture of hurt, anger, and something deeper in her gaze made my chest tighten in a way I wasn’t ready for.

Liora’s voice came through sharp and demanding. “I’m coming over. We need to talk about this woman you’re hiding. Now.”

I ended the call and looked down at Sera, still naked and marked from my hands.

“My fiancée is on her way,” I told her.

Sera’s face went pale, then flushed with fresh humiliation.

This situation was about to get a lot more complicated.