Todos os capítulos de Forced to Wed: A Billionaire's Romance: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

SarahVincent laughs and slowly lifts himself off of me while maintaining eye contact the entire time.My heartbeat quickens as he towers over me, his gaze lingering on my flushed features and heaving chest. I kept my eyes locked on his.Slowly, he extends a hand to help me up, but at the last moment, he takes it away.Instead, Vincent used that hand to gently tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear. "I don't want to get off," he admits.My breath hitched at his husky admission, my eyes widening ever so slightly. "Why not?" I whisper."I want to fuck you... right now," he whispers against my ear, his voice low and rough with need.I shiver as goosebumps prickle my skin, and despite my better judgment, I feel myself arching towards him slightly."I won't let you. Not when you have a mistress," I force myself to say."I didn't sleep with her." Vincent almost sounds annoyed."But you will, right?" I ask.He grins. "Maybe."I narrow my eyes at Vincent, refusing to let him get the best o

VincentIrritation threatened to bubble up inside me for being woken up so early, but when I saw Sarah's beaming face and sparkling eyes, I couldn't bring myself to be angry.I have never seen someone get so excited about some damn flowers.I will have to give her props, though. The flowers did liven up the garden quite a bit.After my mother was gone, I didn't bother with the garden much. In the back of my mind, I always figured the next woman in my life would be the one taking care of the house and garden. It's just weird to see that the woman happens to be my enemy, Thomas's daughter.I guess I can only blame myself for that one.I don't see Sarah anywhere when I get back into our bedroom, so I leave for the office without saying goodbye. I have a lot to do today.~-~The door bursts open — no knock, no politeness — and in storms, Thomas Whitmore. His cheeks are aflame, eyes sparking with the kind of frustration that makes me pleased. I can see it now, the simmering rage, the despe

SarahI bury my face into a pillow, refusing to look at him. My neck burns and I feel an ache between my legs as I hear his belt buckle coming undone, followed by the zippers of his pants.Oh god, it's really happening. He is going to fuck me again. Or use me, as he explained.Why do I keep letting him, you ask?Well, what can I say...I'm also using him for my own pleasure. My hatred for him keeps growing, but unfortunately, so is my desire for him.He tugs my underwear down, fully exposing me to him. I gasp as I feel his hand between my legs. "Hmm...you aren't ready yet, but I can fix that," he says with a smirk.I don't have the strength to fight him. Why should I? He is the devil himself. I'm becoming the slave to my own flesh, and he is making me this way."You are mine, Sarah. I will keep reminding you of that." He thrusts his hand in my hair and pulls my head back so he can look at my face.When he releases me, I want to yell at him and tell him to go away, but I only manage to

VincentI didn't bother saying goodbye to that little brat this morning, but now I'm feeling a bit...I don't know...Melancholic?No, that's not a term I'd ordinarily associate with myself. Yet, here I am, feeling a twinge of something similar to regret for not saying goodbye to Sarah this morning.This is absurd.She passed out completely after I gave her her fourth orgasm. Jeez, if she is going to stick around as my wife, she better learn to fucking keep up.My plane was supposed to take off in a few minutes, so I contemplated calling home to hear her voice, but I decided against it at the last minute.It's a moment of weakness, nothing more. I am Vincent Sterling, after all, a man who doesn't succumb to sentimental urges.I lean back in my seat, staring out at the clouds rolling by."Could I offer you something to drink, sir?" The flight attendant interrupts my thoughts."Whiskey, please," I say shortly.The flight attendant offers me a glass of whiskey, and I accept it with a nod,

Vincent"Stop what, Vincent?" Sarah asks in her little voice that exudes innocence, but I know better now.She is a cunning little thing."If I hear Jared's name come out of your mouth one more time, there will be consequences," I growl into the phone."Oooh! I am sooo scared," she mocks me.She is so going to get it when I get back home!"Sarah, I'm warning you," I husk, still gripping my cock. It's throbbing and is hungry for attention."I am rubbing my clit now, Vincent. And it feels so good. But I won't tell you who I'm thinking about right this moment. I won't tell you whose image is making me so wet," she says.Her breathing sounds ragged, and that lets me know that she is not lying about pleasuring herself right now. But what if she really is thinking about Jared?How can I know for sure!?"Sarah, please. Stop playing with me," I snap at her.Sarah's laughter rings in my ear, and it turns me on even more. I want to jump through the phone and grab her, and then fuck her senseles