Contract marriage: I am the daughter of my husband's enemy의 모든 챕터: 챕터 161 - 챕터 170

Elara’s POV, He brings his hand back and delivers a sharp, stinging spank to my cheek, the sound echoing in the narrow hall. Before I can react, he presses his palm firmly over my mouth, muffling my cries and pressing my face firmly against the wall. I can’t see; I can’t breathe; I’m completely overwhelmed by the scent of whiskey and cedarwood and the sheer power of him. It’s too much, and a sensory overload that threatens to break me, but I don’t want it to stop.I just want him.The friction builds into a crescendo, a blinding white light behind my eyelids. I feel my muscles seize, and I spurt violently, my release soaking his thighs and the wall. I’m sobbing into his hand, my body shaking with the force of the orgasm.Just as he reaches his peak, he pulls out with a wet snap, finishing himself against the wall and my skin. But he isn’t done. He reaches down, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing it with a hard, rhythmic intensity. I come again, hard and fast, tears streaming d

Elara’s POV, “But that’s because he’s my first.” She says nothing. “And I don’t just mean my first kiss or my first time. He’s the first person who’s ever made me cry in front of him.”The words come easier now.“The first person who’s ever made me feel safe... while somehow being the least safe person I’ve ever met.” I laugh quietly. “He’s the first person to see my scars and tell me he loves them.” My fingers unconsciously trace one of those scars beneath my sleeve. “He’s the first person to tell me he was done... and then still show up at the hospital.”The words just... kept coming.“He’s the first person who made me jealous of a painting.”Noemi’s eyebrows disappear into her hairline, clearly confused. Yeah, I haven’t told her that the first time we had sex in the painting room was caused by my jealousy. “He lies.” I shake my head. “Constantly. But I’ve never trusted anyone the way I trust him. I don’t even believe him when he says he likes me. But then he looks at me...”The r

Elara’s POV, He doesn’t say a word at first; he just smirks, that predatory, arrogant curve of his lips that always makes my stomach flip.Before I can even process his presence, he’s moving. He moves fast. The mattress dips under his weight as he crawls onto the bed like a predator. One hand works at his shirt buttons while the other loosens his tie. With his eyes locked on mine, he rips his tie away with a sharp tug, tossing it carelessly to the floor. I try to scramble backward, but his fingers close around my ankle and yank me flat beneath him. He kneels over me, shirt hanging open, chest rising and falling.Panic and desire war inside me. I scramble backward, crawling toward the headboard, but I’m not fast enough. His hand shoots out, fingers locking around my ankle with a grip of iron. A gasp escapes me as he yanks me flat beneath him. He kneels over me like a sex god, his shirt now hanging open to reveal the hard, sculpted lines of his chest.“I missed you, darling,” he purrs

Lucien’s POV, The moment she leaves the bed, I wake up violently. My eyes snap open, and for a very long second, I simply stare at the ceiling, hearing the bathroom water running.She said it.She actually said it.“I want you to be mine.”Every word repeats inside my skull until breathing becomes difficult, and my hands shake.No.No.No.I sit up so quickly the mattress groans beneath me. What the fuck am I doing?I should be smiling and waiting for her to come back. No, I should be going into that bathroom, joining her in the shower, kissing every inch of her face, and asking if she’ll let us start over properly. To find some way in this twisted, cruel world to love each other freely without any pain from the past.Not as a contract, or pretending because of Asher. Just us. Instead, I throw my clothes on for two reasons: First of all, I can never trust that Elara loves me completely.And second, I know something she doesn’t.If everything went according to plan, Elara would leave

Elara’s POV, I stand in front of the mirror for the fifth time in three minutes, smooth my skirt down for no reason whatsoever, then glare at my own reflection.“Oh, shut up.”The woman staring back at me looks unconvinced.Obviously, this was the date we had spoken about three weeks ago, and I was, well, nervous. Lucien and I skipped every normal step a relationship was supposed to have. We managed to start with a child, then stumbled into an engagement, somehow ended up sleeping together multiple times before either of us admitted our feelings, and now we’re going on our first actual date.I pinch my own cheek.“You are not dressing up because you want to impress him.”Silence.“...You’re dressing up because you don’t want him to think you can’t dress up. That’s completely different.”The mirror offers no opinion.“Right. I’m speaking to myself.”I sigh before going back into my closet. When I come out, I’m dressed differently in skinny jeans, with a white camisole, a blue denim j