Her breath catches, but she doesn't look away. That stubborn defiance only makes me want to break her more.
"Remember how you used to beg for my touch?" I press closer, grinding my dick against her. "Or was that all part of the act too?"
"You don't know anything about?—”
"I know exactly what you are." My hand slides up her side, just below her tit. "A beautiful liar who'll spread her legs for anyone who can advance her family's agenda."
Her hand flies out to slap me, but I catch her wrist. The contact sends electricity through my veins. "Careful, Princess. You don't want to make me angry."
Her eyes flash with hatred, but there's something else there too. Something that makes my blood burn.
"You're shaking. Is it fear? Or something else?"
Her silk pajamas are thin enough that I can feel every curve pressed against me. "Tell me you don't want this." I grip her hip, grinding against her. "Tell me you haven't thought about it since the moment you saw me."
A small gasp escapes her lips, and triumph surges through me. She can pretend to hate me all she wants, but her body remembers.
"That's what I thought." I lean in until my lips brush her ear. "You always were a terrible liar when it came to this part."
"I hate you."
"Keep telling yourself that." I bite her earlobe gently, feeling her shudder. "Maybe eventually, you'll believe it."
Her hands push against my chest with force enough that I step back. I laugh as I grab her wrist and drag her down to the second floor and to her room.
Inside her room, I release her with a gentle push. She spins to face me, backing away until she hits the bed. The sight of her there, disheveled and defiant, sends a flood of need coursing through my blood.
I force myself to step back before I do something we'll both regret. "You're mine now. Whether you like it or not, this is happening. The sooner you accept it, the easier things will be."
She says nothing, but the heat in her eyes tells me volumes.
"I'll have guards posted outside your door. Don't try picking the lock again."
The wedding can't come soon enough. Once she's officially mine, I'll take my time breaking down those walls she's built. I'll make her body remember every touch, every kiss, until she can't deny what's between us. Until she begs for more. And then… and then, I’ll take everything she loves. Payback is a bitch, baby.
But not tonight. Tonight, I need distance before I lose control completely. The thought of another man touching her drives me crazy, but the marriage will fix that. She’ll be mine in every way possible.
"Sweet dreams, Princess." I lock the door behind me, already planning tomorrow's security changes. No more midnight wandering for my future bride. No more secrets.
Whatever, whoever, she's hiding, I'll find them. And then I'll show her exactly what happens to people who try to keep things from me.
I post two guards outside Keira's door, men I trust to keep her locked away until morning. "No one goes in or out without my direct order."
"Yes, Boss." They take their positions, weapons ready.
Back in the hallway, my skin still burns where she touched me. The scent of her lingers on my clothes, driving me mad with memories. The way she felt pressed against me, soft and yielding despite her defiance. The small sounds she made when I touched her.
I slam my fist into the wall, but it doesn’t do anything to reduce the anger and frustration. Nothing helps when it comes to Keira. Even after everything her family did, even knowing she probably played me for a fool, my body still craves her.
I stalk back to my room, shove my lounge pants down to my ankles, and grip my dick. I stroke it hard, nearly to the point of pain as I imagine fucking Keira. At first, she’s staring at me with those defiant, angry eyes, but my release won’t come. Not like that. Only when I imagine her surrendering, arching back and letting out a long moan do my balls tighten. I stroke faster, faster until my cum sprays out, making a mess over the hardwood floors.
I’m pissed again. Angry that even in my fucking fantasies, she wins. Maybe I’ll have her clean up my cum to punish her. No, then she’d know what she does to me.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. I shouldn’t have agreed to this marriage. I can’t see surviving years of clawing desire mixed with rage. It will kill one or both of us for sure.
But I can’t back out now. I have to follow through and do what I can to bring about her submission. To have her learn to accept her place at my side, whether she likes it or not.
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