My Ex Fiancé wants be back, but my contract husband owns me
"Fuck me." He groaned.
I hadn't taken a good look of the man I was in bed with. I opened my eyes a bit, and looked at him. I couldn't see his face, but he had black hair.
"My name is Asher, and I'll make you scream it in different positions." His hand left my breast, into my vagina.
"Asher…" I rubbed his head, holding him closer to me.
I moaned loudly. I was enjoying every second of this. Amelia Brooks spent three years loving Damian. He spent those three years lying. At her own engagement party, he got down on one knee — and proposed to her younger sister instead.
That night, humiliated and half-drunk, she stumbled into the wrong hotel room and into the arms of a stranger. Rough. Unforgettable. She left before sunrise, no regrets.
She walked into a boardroom at the company her grandmother left her — and found him sitting.
Asher Sinclair. Major shareholder. And Damian's uncle.
The man who wrecked her body in the dark now holds her future in his hands. Desperate to fulfill her grandmother's secret marriage clause or lose everything, Amelia signs a contract that makes her his wife. No feelings allowed.
But Damian isn't done with her. He wants her back. He shows up at her office with roses and lies, at every turn whispering that she was always his. And Asher? He watches. He waits. And one night, he reminds her exactly who she belongs to — not with words, but with his hands, his mouth, the way he says her name like a prayer and a warning all at once.
Now Amelia is trapped between the ex who shattered her and husband who owns her.