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“Who's counting?” We all laughed. “But look at that. Wedding. Moved in with a man. Baby. Right after the first fucking date. Who does that?” Carmen shook her head. “Tiffany.” We all cracked up. “Hell, look at Kira,” I continued. “Kira got married and had babies and everything.” Carmen nodded. “She's been with Martin forever. They were each other's first everything. So they don't count.” I shrugged. “Well, whatever.”

If Devan heard Valeria’s crazy idea, it seemed he would lock her in a dark room for breaking their agreement. Alexa shifted her sitting position. Now, she faced Valeria, who was waiting for her response. Alexa cleared her throat softly. Alexa’s body straightened as she said, “Val, there’s something I haven’t told you yet.” Valeria’s brows furrowed deeply. “And what is that?” Alexa took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. “I’m actually already married, long before my engagement with Ronan took place.” Suddenly, the atmosphere became silent.

He doesn't have the right to do that even though I agreed to this stupid marriage contract. "Yeah, it is. Now, give me back my phone. I will buy you tomorrow," he happily responded and forcefully get his phone from my hand. "What the hell is wrong with you? Is that really necessary?" I snapped out because his attitude is killing me. His face become serious and he sat up to get to my eye level. "We are getting married. You're asking me what's wrong? That's wrong. You are entertaining other men. That's cheating," he contradicted.

Eric spoke up this time. "Your mother has already told you that I want our marriage to be a faithful one." She took a sip of her water which helped her to swallow the food she had just chewed. "You expect me to have sex with you?" Natalia questioned him, her amusement was clear as day. "That is what married couples do." "Eric, in case you've forgotten, this is a contracted relationship, not a real one. I will fuck whoever and whomever I want to. You're free to do the same." As if planned, Alessandro and Alessia entered the room, the tension in the air grew.

Threesome in A Marriage? Intro- Together, they were going farther than they had ever been, embarking on forbidden eroticism with trembling hands and timid tongues. Testing the limits of their marriage was one thing but following the urges that had laid dormant in their souls was another thing. Piper and Chaz were having a threesome and they are married is this a right move? Will this help or crash their marriage.... Chaz's P.O.V. Chaz wanted this. Hell, he wanted this so bad he throbbed for it!

Erika, was stunned at that statement, she didn't know about that tradition, not to mention that now she seemed the desperate one, —I didn't know, now don't go thinking, that I'm desperate because I'm not, I was just curious, that you didn't get turned on last night. Chad laughed and told her, "Apparently, you are not very observant, you didn't see that I went to the bathroom twice, you turn me on too much I would say, to the point that, if I slept with you possibly, today neither of us would have woken up. Erika, I don't know why you think you don't excite me, or because you think I'm bored with you. But, what I can assure you, is that I am going to marry you, we have a mutual cooperation ag

The familiar, intoxicating scent of her vanilla perfume was thoroughly embedded in the charcoal silk sheets, wrapping around us like a thick, heavy blanket. ​I was completely intoxicated. Holding her like this—feeling the soft, subtle curve of her waist beneath my heavy arm—sent a protective, intensely possessive current straight through my veins. We weren't in love yet. We both knew the rules of the five-year game we had agreed to play in Manhattan. But sitting across from her at dinner, watching her sharp green eyes flash with that regal, effortless defiance... I knew I liked her far too much for my own sanity. We were acting like a real married couple because, behind closed doors, the lin

he said in a stern voice "It's Lucinda" I corrected, interrupting him. "I don't care," he replied more coldly. "Now listen up, we might be married, but don't expect me to treat you like a wife, everything about this marriage is fake, don't expect any commitments from me, don't try getting closer to me, and most importantly don't you ever touch my things, I'll have the servants move some of my stuff in the closet to create space for you," he said in a demeaning tone.

He smiled and said, “I know it’s too sudden. You may not be able to accept it for now, and you may regret being too impulsive, but this is fate. Why not just accept it? You can take this as a little surprise. Our marriage won’t restrict you in any way. You are free to do whatever you want, and nothing will change between us. Of course, if you are willing to make positive changes, I am also willing to cooperate. But none of us are at a loss here. Selena, I’m 35 this year, and this is my third marriage. It means a lot to me. You have a general idea of ​​my past. Your impression of me is from all the rumors and half-truths online. You’re right. I have nothing but money, and marriage is not that

I used to imagine myself as the damsel being claimed by the main male character whenever I read an erotica, particularly a Viking one while laying in bed and stimulating myself with two fingers on my clit and Sebastian's face would flash before my eyes whenever I came undone. "I'm old enough to get married." I scoffed and took a sip of the amber liquid which left a burning trail inside my tongue and throat. "Alcohol can leave my body in a day, but you know what sticks around longer than gum on a hot sidewalk? Marriage. And sorry, I'm not willing to commit to a life-long partnership with anyone other than my bed and Netf*ix." Taking angry strides, he approached me. "You're only getting engage