The Billionaire’s Pretend Fiancée

Sofie’s POV

I had a dream; a weird, obscene dream.

In my vile dream, Roman was on top of me, kissing me with such ferociousness and fervor that it felt as though I was just a prostitute he had paid to fuck, and not his girlfriend.

He was trailing harsh hickeys down from my jaw down to the cleavage of my chest while muttering angry italian words whose meanings I couldn’t decipher.

In a bid to stop the mad dream from continuing, I forced my eyes open with a loud gasp, but my eyes only widened in horror to the size of saucers when I realized my dream was not only real but even more horrible to view in reality.

Roman was really on top of me, and was really trailing rough kisses down the slope of my chest.

He fisted one of my boobs with a hand, while the other hand rapidly unbuttoned my night shirt with an hasty intensity that greatly baffled and scared me.

“W-what is this, Roman? What the hell are you doing?” I attempted to bark at him but my voice only came out in form of a timid whimper.

Pushing him off me was typically impossible to do as the weight of his heavy muscles was easily twice my own.

I could only try to stop him with my words, and even that didn’t seem like it would work.

“Roman, please get off me. You’re scaring me, I don’t understand what I did to you that you keep torturing me like this.” I gritted out, as I felt him grope my core which was surprisingly wet, a great contrast to the trepidation brimming within me.

“You belong to me, Sofie. Nobody else especially not to that fucking bastard, do you understand me?” He continued, yanking my pants down with one angry pull and leaving my nakedness exposed to him.

He grinned down at me, and I felt my heart lurch with complete panic because Roman wasn’t the one staring down at me.

It seemed as though a demon had possessed him, his eyes were bloodshot and there was no light in them.

I gulped harshly as he shoved three fingers at one inside me and chuckled as his eyes darkened. “You’re still surprisingly tight but then again, when are you not? Even when I used to fuck you thrice a day, you were always taut.”

A frown etched onto my face as I stopped squirming underneath him and looked straight into his lifeless eyes. “What do you mean? What are you even saying?”

I couldn’t believe what I had just heard.

Hell, I couldn’t believe Roman had talked to me like I was just his slut in such a condescending manner.

“You are really good at this pretend game but you don’t have to worry, I’ll make you talk by the time I’m done with you.” He muttered, his voice deepening to a lower and darker crescendo.

I yelped when he forcefully pushed his cock inside me, and without even giving me some seconds to adjust to the ever-increasing girth of him, he started pounding into me.

He wickedly pummeled into me with a force that made my pussy burn, and I didn’t mean in a pleasurable manner, it was so painful that I just started crying quietly.

I didn’t want him to get mad at me, and do something worse to me, so I just laid there and took his hard thrusts like a lifeless, sex doll.

Who was I kidding? I bet he saw me as a mere sex doll at that moment.

Bile clogged my chest as he harshly gripped my jaw and shoved his tongue into my mouth.

“You’re mine, Sofie. You will never be his for as long as I live.” He barked, increasing the speed of his thrusts and literally hammering me to the bed.

Who was he? What was he even going on about?

I didn’t have the effrontery to ask him that because I just wanted him to finish and get off me.

Never in my wildest dreams had I envisioned that a day would come when Roman would rape me.

As much as I wanted to hate him for his disgusting act, I just couldn’t.

I loved him too much that it hurt me to see our relationship crumble into something I couldn’t even decipher.

I wanted my Roman back, I wanted the Roman that handled me like I was an egg back. I wanted the Roman who called me all sorts of Italian pet names back.

I didn’t know who the monster that was atop me was, but all I knew was that he wasn’t my Roman.

After what felt like a torturous day in hell, he eventually stopped and pulled out of me but didn’t get off.

“I should fuck you like this more. You should see yourself right now, you look like a slut. A submissive one.” He chuckled, and tears pooled in my eyes again.

He was now blatantly referring to me as his slut.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Not his cara, I was just his slut.

The smile evaporated from his face when I started weeping loudly.

I expected him to make a nasty comment but surprisingly, he didn’t. Instead, he rolled off me and climbed down from the bed to the bathroom.

Almost instantly, he reappeared with a wet towel and gently cleaned me up as if he hadn’t forcefully had sex with me, a few minutes ago.

He was confusing me and it was really infuriating.

Afterward, he rewore my nightwear for me before pulling on his joggers and a tank top, which were previously discarded on the floor.

He fixated an almost remorseful stare on me for a brief moment and I couldn’t help the scoff that escaped through my mouth.

“You have gotten what you wanted now, right?” I whispered, averting my gaze to the ornate ceiling of the room.

Roman just huffed as his almost remorseful stare reverted to a cold demeanor before he walked out the room without bothering to give me a response.

As the door slammed shut, I fluttered my eyes shut and burst into another round of fresh tears.

What had my life become?