Sarah
"I am going to grab a quick shower. And when I come back, I expect you to be ready," he says gruffly and walks away.
I watch as Vincent leaves the room, his presence lingering in the air like a poisonous cloud. The moment he's gone, I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding.
I know I shouldn't feel relieved in any shape or form since he will come back and demand to do the nasty with me. I have nowhere to run from here.
I glance at the clock on the nightstand and realize that time is ticking away. I hear the shower go off and an unwanted thought crosses my mind.
I wonder how he looks naked and wet...
Seriously, Sarah? Why would you think about that? I scold myself, shaking off my inappropriate curiosity. It's a defense mechanism, I tell myself, a way to distract from the harsh reality of the situation. That man is going to come back and destroy my virginity and take away my dignity so I shouldn't be lusting over him.
I quickly busied myself with straightening the already neat bedspread, avoiding the unsettling thoughts that threatened to invade my mind. The internal struggle between maintaining a facade of indifference and the unsettling curiosity about the man I'm supposedly married to adds to the overwhelming sense of helplessness.
I hear the bathroom door open, and panic rises in my chest. And then there he is, standing in front of me in all his glory, wearing nothing but a towel.
My eyes widen involuntarily, and I force myself to look away, focusing on the bedspread with newfound intensity. The room seems to shrink, and the air thickens with tension as I try to suppress the embarrassment and discomfort that threatens to consume me.
"Why aren't you naked?" he growls.
I feel a chill run down my spine at his demanding tone, but I refuse to meet his gaze. "I... I thought I would get undressed in the bathroom," I stammer, my voice barely audible.
Vincent's icy stare intensifies. "We don't have time for games, Sarah. Get undressed. Now."
"But shouldn't I shower too? I've been in this dress all day," I say, desperate to stall.
Vincent's eyes narrow, and I can tell his patience is wearing thin. "You will shower after we are finished. I prefer you a bit dirty anyway," he says with a sly grin.
I swallow hard, my heart pounding in my chest. The room feels suffocating, the walls closing in on me as I struggle to comprehend the situation I find myself in. How did it come to this? How did I end up in the clutches of a man who revels in control and dominance?
Reluctantly, I reach back to unlace the dress, my trembling fingers fumbling with the ribbon. I can sense Vincent's gaze lingering on me, devouring every vulnerable moment.
"I...It's hard to unlace this thing," I stammer.
He approaches me slowly like a predator stalking his prey. When he stands before me, his eyes gleaming with hunger and desire, I can't help but feel a strange mix of fear and anticipation coil inside me.
"Let me help," he says huskily.
Vincent reaches out and gently takes hold of the ribbon, his touch making me tremble. He effortlessly unties the lace, his fingers brushing against my back in an intimate caress. I can feel the heat radiating off his body, engulfing me in its intensity.
As the dress slips off my shoulders and pools around my feet, I stand before him, completely exposed, wearing nothing but my bra and panties.
Vincent's eyes roam over my half-naked form, taking in every curve and contour as if committing it to memory. His gaze is both possessive and hungry, stirring a mix of fear and arousal in me. Despite the circumstances that brought us here, I can't deny the physical attraction between us.
I instinctively take a step back, finding myself pressed against the edge of the bed. The soft fabric beneath me feels cool against my heated skin as I desperately think of my escape from this chaotic situation.
"Lie down," he orders, and I obey.
I lay back on the bed, my body tense with anticipation and fear. Vincent stands by me and drops his towel, and a soft gasp escapes my lips.
Why, god...why!? Why does he have to be built like a Greek god and also have to have a big, fat, coc-
"Sarah!" he snarls and I tear my gaze away from his manhood.
I swallow hard. "Yeah?"
Vincent leans down, his voice dripping with both warning and desire. "Stop staring at my cock and look at me," he commands, his eyes burning into mine.
"I can't help it. That thing is terrifying," I reply. "Are you really planning on putting it inside me?"
He gives me an intense stare, and for a moment, I feel like he will get angry at me. But to my utter shock, he bursts out laughing.
Vincent's laughter fills the room, the sound echoing off the walls and reverberating through my chest. I can't help but stare at him in awe. Why does this asshole have such a beautiful laugh? It's not fair.
Vincent takes a step back from the bed and runs a hand through his tousled hair. "You've got quite the mouth on you."
"Tha...nk you?" I mumble.
"Stop trying to waste time. Playtime is over," he says gruffly and looms over me.
I gulp. "Please be gentle," I whisper.
Vincent's smile slowly subsides, leaving a trace of amusement on his lips. He leans down, his breath warm against my ear as he whispers, "Gentle isn't in my nature, Sarah."
His words make me tremble. He is going to hurt me, I can feel it.
As he towers over me, his presence overwhelming, I catch a glimpse of vulnerability in his eyes. It's as if he too is wrestling with conflicting emotions. Vincent's fingers trace invisible patterns along my thigh, making me flinch.
His thumb grazes over my lower lip. He leans in closer, his lips just inches away from mine.
"You can hate me all you want," he whispers against my mouth. "But soon, I will have you crave my touch."
"I don't think-" Before I can finish my sentence, his lips crash against mine in a searing kiss that consumes every rational thought in my mind.
He grips my hair with his left hand, pulling my head back as he passionately kisses me. Meanwhile, his right hand finds its way between my legs.
"Mmm," I moan into his mouth as I feel his hand slip inside my underwear. My pure white lacy panties, the color of innocence.
Too bad this man is about to destroy any innocence I have left.
Warm tears fall down my cheeks. He stops kissing me as it rolls down and reaches him. He pauses, noticing the tear, and quickly leans back to lick it off his lips.
"Crying again? How pathetic," he grunts.
I sniffle. "Easy for you to mock me when you get to do the hurting."
Vincent's expression softens slightly, and he releases his grip on my hair. He stares at me for a moment, his eyes searching mine before he speaks again.
"Don't tell me this is your first time," he says in a hoarse voice.
"What gives you the idea?" I bite back with sarcasm.
"I don't believe it. The respectable Thomas Whitemore sold his virgin daughter for money," he laughs.
This time, I don't find his laugh beautiful. "Like you are a saint? You are just as bad as my father, if not worse," I snarl.
His eyes are dark as he stares down at me again. "Oh, trust me, little one. I am way, way worse."
I take a deep breath, bracing myself for what's to come. Vincent's words echo in my mind, taunting me with their truth.
Vincent's hand moves away from my thigh and trails up my side, giving me goosebumps. My heart pounds in my chest as his fingers inch closer to my nether region.
He yanks down my panties without warning and I gasp.
This is it, I am about to lose my virginity to this cruel man.
SarahI slap my palm against his muscular chest before he enters me. "Please wait," I plead meekly."Wait? What for? Are you trying to stall again? His deep blue eyes glare at me suspiciously."While you...um...enter me, I want you to kiss me again like you did in that store," I say in an almost pleading voice."What?" He looks at me like I am speaking a foreign language."I'd never been kissed like that before, and it was...nice," I say. If he kisses me, at least I can pretend to feel like he likes me.Sad, I know.Vincent's eyebrows furrow as he considers my request, his dark eyes flickering with a mix of confusion and something else I can't quite decode. After a moment's hesitation, he lets out a deep sigh and leans closer, his warm breath ghosting over my lips."Fine," he mutters, his voice gruff with annoyance. "But don't get any ideas, princess. It's just a damn kiss."My heart skips a beat as he closes the distance between us, his lips pressing against mine. The touch is nothin
SarahVincent's eyes widen in surprise as my words hang in the air. A stunned silence follows, broken only by the sound of our labored breaths.Then, unexpectedly, Vincent bursts into laughter. His deep, rumbling chuckles fill the room and echo off the walls. It's the laugh I loved earlier.I watch as his laughter subsides, replaced once again by that cold, detached mask he wears so effortlessly. His eyes meet mine, and there is a flicker of something unreadable in them. I can't quite place it—perhaps confusion or curiosity—but it is quickly hidden beneath his usual stoicism."You are something else," he finally says, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. "Slaughtered a chicken with my penis, huh? That's a new one.""Aren't you going to ask me if I am okay?" I point out."Why would I do that?" he asks."Because you just took my virginity, jerk," I remind him. "And it hurt. Like a lot.""Ah, well. Are you expecting me to apologize? Not gonna happen, princess." His eyes narrow at me
Vincent Sterling, 35 years old..My perfectly smooth brow crinkles in frustration, and my jaw tenses as I fight to suppress the irritation that boils within me toward my new wife. Ever since I met her, she seems to always know how to push my buttons. Right now, here she is, rolling around in sheets like a weirdo.My frustration deepens as I watch her seemingly carefree antics. "What the hell are you doing?""These sheets are so soft! I want to be wrapped in them like a burrito. What's the thread count on these bad boys?" she asks."What is wrong with her?" I mutter, my tone a mix of disbelief and annoyance.She giggles, seemingly amused at my reaction. "Come on, Hubby, it's so cozy! Join me!"I clench my jaw. "Don't call me Hubby.""What am I supposed to call you then? Daddy?" she asks."Vincent, just call me Vincent. Now get up. You are acting like a fool," I order."No. I think I will call you Daddy since you are old enough to be my Sugar Daddy. Also, I think I will take a nap now,"
Sarah "Are you almost done getting ready?" I hear Vincent yell and giggle to myself. I am taking my time, slowly getting dressed just to piss him off. He said something about dinner, and I am guessing he meant some type of fancy dinner since he likes to show off his money. So, I purposely dressed down. Way down. "What the hell are you wearing?" he barks angrily, just as I predicted. "What do you mean?" I ask innocently as he eyes me up and down. I decided to wear my cropped t-shirt with short shorts that were ripped at the bottom. I figured since he called me a teenager, I might as well dress like one. Vincent's frustration is palpable as he stands there, staring at me with a mixture of annoyance and disbelief. I can't help but revel in the satisfaction of getting under his skin. It can become a little game between us – his attempt to control everything and my silent rebellion. "You can't wear that," he grumbles, clearly irritated. I flash him a mischievous grin. "Why not? I j
Sarah"Um...I am sorry, Jared, but I can't talk right now. I have to go," I say quickly and try to walk away, but Jared stops me."Hang on a minute, Sarah. I've been calling and texting you, but you haven't replied. Why have you been avoiding me? I thought we were best friends," Jared says. He looks hurt and I feel a twinge of guilt.I have been avoiding him because I couldn't bear to tell him that I was being shipped off to some strange man by my own father. It's so damn humiliating!"I have been busy," I say lamely."Busy? Come on, Sarah. I know you are lying. Just tell me what's wrong. Maybe I can help," Jared says."What's going on here?"My heart jumps as I hear Vincent's deep voice. Where did he come from? "Nothing is going on. I was just walking back to the table," I say hurriedly.Jared looks from me to Vincent, confusion etched on his face. Vincent's expression is unreadable, but there's a hint of possessiveness in his gaze."Sarah, who is this?" Vincent asks, his tone firm.
SarahThe next day, I decided to explore Vincent's mansion a bit. It is supposed to be my home now, too, after all.I ran into a woman dusting the shelves, so that became my first stop."Hi!" I chirp.The woman turns around and smiles. "Hello, Mrs. Sterling. I am Jennifer.""Yuck, don't call me Mrs. Sterling. My name is Sarah. Keep that Satan Spawn's name off of me," I say and make a face.Jennifer laughs. "Satan Spawn? Are you talking about Vincent? Oh, come on, he is not that bad.""Not bad? Give me a break. I've been in this house for one day and a half, and I already want to throw myself out of the window. But enough about me. What do you do here, Jennifer?" I ask."A little bit of everything. I have been with the Sterling family for a long time, so Vincent's father sent me here to work after he decided to move out," Jennifer says."Ah, so are you like a Butler?" I ask.Jennifer smiles. "Something like that. And now I am in charge of taking care of you. If you ever need anything,
Sarah"Oh my god! You have to get this dress, Sarah," Sophia chirps as she points at the mannequin wearing a red dress.I look at the dress that Sophia is enthusiastically pointing at. It's a vibrant red, flowing gown that seems to catch everyone's attention in the store."Hmm, it's nice," I say, studying it.Sophia grins. "Nice? It's more than nice. It's stunning! Imagine wearing this to one of Vincent's events. You'll be the talk of the town."I raise an eyebrow. "That's not exactly what I'm aiming for."Sophia nudges me playfully. "Come on, live a little. Besides, Vincent will appreciate the effort. Trust me, he notices these things.""Him noticing me is the opposite of what I want," I say, frowning.Sophia giggles. "Okay. Maybe you will be noticed by someone who will rescue you from Vincent and you two will ride off to the sunset."Did I mention I like this chick?"Fine, let's add it to the pile. But I'm not turning into a Sterling Barbie doll," I relent"Don't worry, you won't. N
SarahI slowly turn around, planning to tiptoe out of here. I feel like I heard something I shouldn't have, even though I barely heard anything."Who is out there?"I halt. How can he know through the closed door? It is made of thick wood!I take two more steps, contemplating if I should run."Sarah?"Dammit...how does he know!?"Get in here, NOW!" he demands.I find myself slowly turning around as I don't have the guts to defy his commanding tone. I creak open the door and step into his study.Vincent's piercing gaze bore into me as he demands, "What were you up to out there, Sarah?"My heart skips a beat as I bite my lower lip, unable to look away from his piercing stare. And wait, when did he start wearing glasses? Suddenly, my asshole husband looks more like a hot and irresistible professor."Sarah?" he repeats, his voice firm.I blink, snapping back to reality. "Oh, I, um, I was just meditating.""Meditating...outside my study?" Vincent asks and gives me a blank stare."Yes. The