Sentenced to Marriage

Chapter 52

Our bond

I‘d never had a need to dress up. I had never even strictly followed any dress code. Yet, today, before going to Lan Diamond Tower, for the first time in my life, I decided to wear something more feminine. I didn‘t do it because somebody told me to, but because I wanted to. Aren bought me a lot of clothes, all designer brands. I used to see them as overpriced pieces of fabric, but that slowly started to change... This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

I used to look at the women walking into the Café Dorado, slightly mocking their flashy style, making them look as if they escaped from the “Devil Wears Prada” film set. But truthfully, a

part of me envied them. It didn’t seem like they were wearing costumes, pretending to be someone they weren‘t. They were confident and proud. It was time for me to embrace the fact that when I was walking into the Lan Diamond Corporation, I was entering as Aren Lan‘s fiancée, and I wanted to look confident and proud, just like those women at Café Dorado.

I searched through the closet in absolute panic, praying to find something that wouldn‘t make me look ridiculous. Finally, I picked a Versace black skirt and blazer suit with a fitted white, buttoned shirt underneath. As I looked in the mirror, my lips twisted in a hesitant grimace. Did I resemble those confident women from Café Dorado? I had my doubts about that. Nonetheless, I needed to admit that those clothes boosted my self–esteem and, once I added Louboutin heels to my feet, made me feel surprisingly sexy.

I marched into the Lan Diamond Tower, fired up and ready to meet my contract fiancé. I couldn‘t help but inwardly smile as I strode through the entrance hall, collecting men‘s lustful gazes, silently hoping that Aren would look at me the same way. He didn‘t.

I felt that all my efforts to look attractive to him came to nothing. I felt as if it was ice that was in his veins. It pissed me off. I was mad at him for being this stone–hearted, and I was mad at myself for believing that I wasn‘t just a mere snack that he felt a need for, nothing but a one time whim. As I told him that he

had invaded my mind the entire day and night and stared into his emotionless eyes, my body cringed in humiliation. I wanted to leave his office. I didn‘t want to spend another second near him, but then he snapped. His voice as he yelled at me was soaked with frustration. I could feel it once our lips clashed in a kiss.

I closed my eyes, slowly losing myself to the taste of him. I barely felt it when he shrugged the blazer off my shoulders, as his intoxicating closeness was messing up my senses. I heard him locking the door before pulling me into his embrace. One of his hands went to the back of my head, his fingers tangling into my hair and positioning me to deepen the kiss. As his tongue began stroking mine more possessively, I moaned against his lips, my body shivering in response to the passion he was giving me. I gasped as his hand went underneath my skirt, his fingers playing with my garter. Suddenly, he grabbed my buttocks and lifted me, making me wrap my legs around his waist. A second later, I was lying on the sofa, and he was on top of me with one of his bent knees between my thighs. He devoured me with his blazing eyes, searing my entire skin. He took off his jacket and threw it away, along with a tie. I licked my lips, watching his primal instinct surface. My whole body throbbed as I observed him lose his cold composure to become a hot blooded man.

Distand

“You have no idea what you‘ve done to me, sunshine,” he panted as he kissed down my neck

“Aren...” I breathed out, my skin becoming more sensitive by the second.

It took him two seconds to unbutton my shirt and pull down my bra, exposing my breasts. My fingers stroked the back of his neck, teasingly circling the soft, short hair on his nape. He growled against my skin while leaving a trail of kisses down my chest. I arched my back as his hands cupped my breasts, sending another wave of heat down my stomach. The tip of his tongue began to caress one of my nipples before moving to the other one, and I couldn‘t help but feel the wetness rising between my thighs. He was in control of my body and my pleasure. I vaguely registered the moment he lifted my back

to release me from my shirt and unclasp my bra with a few swift movements. As I was flushed with ecstasy, he suddenly leaned back, taking off his shirt with a wicked grin. A heartbeat later, his hand roarned down, his fingers curling around the hem of my lace panties. He ripped thern off viciously, revealing my soaking wet sex, unbearably hungry for him. A mischievous chuckle left his lips as he pulled down my skirt, leaving me exposed, with nothing but my stockings and garters on. His fiery gaze, exploring my nudity, flooded me with embarrassment.

“Don‘t look at me like that,” I whispered, my hands moving slowly to cover my naked body.

He smirked, pinning my hands to my sides. “Why are you so shy all of a sudden? Your beautiful body is already mine and I want to enjoy it.” As he said it, he lowered himself on the sofa and spread my legs, positioning himself between them. I gasped as the tip of his tongue stroked the rim of my most sensitive skin. He slowly moved from gentle caresses to passionate thrusts of his tongue, making me writhe underneath him, letting out all kinds of breathless sounds. As my excitement grew, he used one of his fingers to draw small circles around my clit. I was getting closer to insanity. “God, Aren!” I screamed without fully acknowledging that someone from the outside of his office might have heard me.

“My shy girl is turning reckless.” He chuckled before thrusting his fingers inside me.

I clamped my mouth as I realized that my moans were completely beyond control. I was quite certain that the whole corridor heard my latest cry. As I forced myself to stifle most sounds, I was defenseless against his merciless thrusts that made me come with a breathless whimper. As I was lying there, trembling and throbbing, he leaned back and jumped off the sofa to take off his pants and briefs. My hungry eyes immediately found the rigid length of his erection. I bit my lip. It was the first time that I could admire the whole of him in daylight, every chiseled muscle and every emphasized feature crafted to perfection. I wanted him, and I wanted him inside me...

Unknowingly, I arched my back as he leaned over me. He let out a soft chuckle and scooped my naked body, lifting me in his arms. Instinctively, I put my arms around his neck as he walked with me to his

desk. Using one arm, he wiped the pile of papers and office gadgets, making space before he sat me down on his desktop. More shivers ran through me as I turned my head to the row of wall–sized windows. Thank God that no drones were allowed to fly around New York City…

Aren‘s eyes got darker and more predatory as he stepped in front of me and spread my legs so he could reach my wildly pulsing sex.

“Lie down,” he ordered, brushing the tip of his erection against my hot entrance. I swallowed, seeing his eyes darkening with lust. As the hot skin of my back touched the cold wood of his desk, I hissed, sizzling sparks running down my spine. A second later, he thrust himself inside me, forcing out my cry as my body struggled to fully accept his size.

“God... you‘re so tight,” he whispered seductively before pushing himself deeper inside me. Each slight movement of his hips brought a new wave of pleasure, sending me up to my peak and then beyond. I couldn‘t count how many times I screamed his name in the process. Suddenly, he pulled me up with a primal growl, placing my arms around his neck and panting against my skin as he pounded me into another orgasm. I came with a long, soft moan while my throbbing inside finally brought him to the very edge. He pulled out his cock a second before exploding. We both panted, sticky from sweat, exchanging breathless laughs while looking deep into each other‘s eyes. There was a connection between us. Perhaps I wasn‘t able to name it yet, but I loved the way it felt. “We should schedule our office sex at earlier hours in the future,” he said, grinning, before scooping me up and taking me to the shower. “In the future?” I mumbled hoarsely, tightening my arms around him. He smirked. “You just made me like my desk even more.” He leaned over to nib my earlobe and whispered, “Now I‘m going to picture you naked on it through the long hours of my work, planning what I will do to pleasure you next time.”