The wedding had been elegant, and entirely for show. Our families had arranged everything, sealing some business merger with my body as the collateral. George was handsome in that sharp, commanding way, tall, broad-shouldered, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes that had barely met mine during the vows. But he was a stranger. A powerful, wealthy stranger I was now bound to for life. My white lace wedding gown clung to my curves, the bodice pushing my full breasts up invitingly. Underneath, I wore nothing but a tiny white thong and sheer stockings. My heart hammered as I heard the door click open behind me. George stepped in, loosening his tie, his jacket already discarded. His gaze raked over me slowly. “Rosy,” he said, his voice low and rough. “You look fucking incredible.” I turned, swallowing hard. “This… this doesn’t have to be real tonight,” I whispered, though my body was already betraying me. Heat pooled between my thighs at the way he looked at me. He closed the distanc
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