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“Your youth, perhaps. And a pretty enough face. But the Moretti name carries centuries of expectation. Bloodlines. Standards. One wonders how long it will take before we get here.” The words sliced deep. “I married your son not because I wanted to,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “Not the name. Not the house. Not the centuries of whatever you think makes you superior. It's a contract marriage, or have you forgotten?” Adrian finally looked up from his phone. His jaw tightened. “Sarah, let’s not turn dinner into a debate.”

prologue sofia It all starts with one mistake. One decision… To change your life forever. I'm kissing another man while being married to somebody else. Little did I know the amount of danger and bloodshed that one kiss could bring… But let's rewind. Back to where it all began. 1 sofia

He’d dismissed everyone else—specifically—just so I’d be the only one left in charge of the arduous task ahead. My back ached. My legs were jelly. My head throbbed as though it carried the weight of the entire world. I was exhausted. Bone-deep. Soul-deep. Trapped. This was no marriage. This was a slow, calculated punishment. Six months. Six months of being tied to a man who looked like a dream but moved like a storm—Adrian, the wrecking ball that shattered my quiet world. And for what? I still didn’t know. Every day, he found a new way to break me. Every day, I tried not to fall apart.

He held my both hands upwards on the car door and went all in again, slamming the doors in between my thighs, this time felt better, he continued thrusting gently and kissing the sensitive skin underneath my ear, while I moaned softly. “You're so tight Michelle” he whispered in my ear as he pounded harder. He groaned and slammed for the last time and my legs gave out as they shook violently. He kissed my forehead again, as he fell on me breathing hard. A few minutes later, he pulled me into his arms, holding me close as if protecting something fragile. The windows steamed up, and for a while, it was just us—lost in a moment we shouldn’t have shared. *** The early morning breeze at 5 AM stirr

I assure him, though the words feel hollow even to my own ears. "So not only did he force you to marry him, he brought a date to your party? What a jerk," Jared shakes his head. "I know, right? He says he is going to take in a lover," I sneer. "What the fuck, Sarah? You are not going to allow that to happen, will you?" Jared gasps. "Frankly, I don't give a fuck. He can have a mistress and have ten babies for all I care," I grumble.

Not that I was ever shy. When i was within arm's reach, he pulled me in and we shared a soft kiss. Ah, so romantic! But even though i was super happy, i couldn't hide my frown. He pulled away and looked at my face. Seeing the frown on my face, he asked, "what?" I gestured yo my face, "you always smear my lipstick", I sulked, "you didn’t even let me arrive!" He chuckled. I felt giddy at the sound. His voice was like a fucking romantic melody to my ears, and it made my core throb.

His eyes are darkened by shadows and lust, and I spread my legs apart, giving him enough room to fit his tall frame between my legs. “You’re so fucking hot, Heidi,” he tells me, starting to slide his boxers down his legs. I watch him, swallowing hard as I wait for him to finally get rid of all the layers of clothing and get back to me. The whole scene is so sexy and effortlessly arousing that I can’t recognize myself and my dirty thoughts. It feels like a scene straight out of one of those steamy romance books I like reading so much. Having read so many of them is coming in handy right now. Otherise, I’d have no idea what to do to make Cal feel as good as he’s making me feel. I don’t want to

"Focus on the mainframe. Leave the dead where they belong." Before I could counter his deflection, he pulled me flush against his body, his mouth crashing into mine with a fierce desperation that completely drowned out the legal threats and the bloody warnings of the ballroom. The encounter was a chaotic storm of mutual addiction and burning defiance, a high-stakes romance where the power dynamic was entirely tangled between legal marriage and forced captivity. We burned each other alive in the dark, using the physical intensity of our bodies to escape the ghosts that were actively scratching at our windows.

Amy placed a small kiss on his lips and another, and another, like she was teasing him, smiling when he groaned in complain. Bryan got frustrated and locked lips with Amy. He ran his tongue over her lower lip to get her to give him entrance, which she did without delay. Amy felt hot from how passionate the kiss was. There was raw emotion in the way he kissed her. It was like he was releasing all his tension and frustration into the kiss. Her body ached for something more than just kissing, so she carefully moved them towards the couch in his office and pushed him on the couch before straddling him.

Filled with rage, he taints the bond in his supposed’s mate’s face and flips the moon goddess the bird. “F*ck you,” he said. “I’ll never allow myself to be a p*ssywhipped ass!” He turned and left, never to look back again but can he really fight against the mate bond? You can also check out my other work. The Alpha's Rejection combined with book 2, the Beta's turmoil. Forced marriage: Dear wife you can't escape me, for those who love billionaire romance books. The Billionaire's superstar wife, a sequel to forced marriage.