Chapter 1

Hannah's POV

"This marriage has to work," I muttered to myself before leaning back as I thought of something, anything that was going to make Maxwell notice me. We had been married for a whole month and he hadn't even touched me or looked my way for that matter.

All he did was find fault in everything I did, looking for more reasons to yell at me and make me feel horrible. It wasn't my fault that his parents wanted him to get married to me and not that "princess of his". I couldn't even remember her name. I sighed and made my way upstairs.

I walked down the hallway heading to our bedroom with his breakfast in my hands. As much as he hated it I was his wife and I had duties to perform but he kept ignoring me over and over again and kept treating me like I was a piece of trash or something.

"Good morning," I greeted as I walked in with the tray of food in my hands. I had made him black coffee, some toasts and scrambled eggs. I heard they were his favourite. He was sitting on the bed with his back resting on the headboard and his laptop placed on his thighs. It was a Saturday morning so he was working at home which meant we could spend more time with each other. As usual he never replied when I greeted him, believe it or not he acted like I wasn't even in the room.

"I made your breakfast," I announced placing his food on the bedside table. He didn't even spare me a glance. I understood that both of us never wanted to get married to each other but it had already happened and there was nothing else we could do about it than make this marriage work. I tried to make him understand that.

I let out a loud sigh before I spoke, "Maxwell please," I begged. "You can't keep avoiding me all your life," I plopped on the bed right beside me and he finally glanced my way.

"Watch me," he said in with an unreadable expression on his face. As much as I hated to admit it he was dangerously handsome but his attitude, oh my goodness. Could I really keep up with this?

"Maxwell," I groaned "Your breakfast is getting cold, don't tell me you're gonna make me eat your breakfast again. I took my time to make it myself and I didn't tell any of the maids to do it-"

"And how is that supposed to be my business?" He finally turned to me, sizing me. I was still in my nightdress and I had planned to take a shower after preparing his breakfast but he was being stubborn.

"Just eat your breakfast," I whined. This was getting very annoying, I couldn't keep begging him to eat every single day. After begging him for a couple of minutes, I realized this was a waste of time and headed into the bathroom to take my shower.

After taking off my clothes, I turned in the shower letting the warm water cascade over me. I got the soap ready as I watched as steam filled the bathroom. I was deep in thought as I scrubbed my body.

"Try seducing him," I heard my inner voice say. "Try seducing him?" I repeated out loud. I had never thought of it, I decided to wait until Maxwell was going to accept me as his wife. Actually it wasn't a bad idea, it was in men's nature to fall for women so there was no harm in trying. I got out of the shower wrapped in a white towel, the cold air slapping my face. It wasn't actually that cold but due to the difference in temperature of the bathroom and the room, it felt really cold.

I made sure I adjusted the towel so that more than half of my boobs would be displayed. And just as I wanted he noticed me...well at least his gaze shifted from his laptop screen. He looked up at me and something flashed in his eyes when he took me in.

His dark eyes studied my face which was partly covered with my blonde wet hair, before moving down to my body. I could feel my body getting hotter by the second. So he did find me attractive. I decided to play dumb to make my plan more effective. I walked over to the other side of the room where the bedside table was and I bent over making sure my ass was visible to him. "You still haven't eaten," I turned to him and he was still looking at me. Yes! I got his full attention.

"Oh well, I guess I'll have to eat it myself again. I'll just heat up the coffee and give it to one of the servants since I don't drink black coffee," I said with my the tray in my hand walking out of the room.

"Where do you think you're going dressed like that?" He finally spoke. I tried my best to maintain a calm composure but deep down I was bursting with excitement. I slowly turned around with a surprised expression on my face.

"Oh, I forgot I was still in a towel...I'll go change," I said dropping the tray on my dressing table.

"So you don't shut the door when you're changing...or are you planning to seduce the servants," he closed his laptop dropping it on the bedside table. I never actually expected him to talk like this but he closed his laptop which meant his focus was on me now.

"I-I'm sorry, I'll close the door," I turned around heading for the door. As I closed the gently I sensed someone's presence behind me, but I didn't hear his footsteps. How could he move from the bed to behind me so stealthily? Maybe I was overreacting, there's no fucking way. Before I could turn around a saw a hand slam the door, cornering me. He was actually behind me? I quickly turn around and our faces were inches apart.

"M-Maxwell, What are you doing?" I stuttered. I was getting really scared now. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

"I should be asking you that....what was your name again, Hannah? What are you up to? Wrapped in a towel like that," he growled his dark gaze flickering down to my lips for a fraction of a second. Was he really going to touch me now?

"N-nothing, well I just thought since we were married there's no need to cover up myself and-"

"If there's no need-" He cut me off pulling my towel off and throwing it across the room. "Then why are you wearing it?why didn't you come out from the bathroom like this? Huh?" He questioned tilting his head. Did he just-strip me? Oh my gosh, what have you gotten yourself into, Hannah. But I wasn't gonna lie it kind of felt good that he was attracted to me, even if it was just my body.

Immediately he grabbed one of my boobs causing me to gasp for breath. "I know what you're looking for," he said as I felt his hot breath on my neck. "And I'm going to give it you," he whispered.

Before I could even reply to that, he lifted me in his arms dropping me on the bed. I don't know why but I felt like I had awakened the beast within him.

"But I'm not going to give you what you want so easily," he said parting my legs as I shuddered. "I'm going to make you beg for it."

Wait! What did he mean by beg for it? The fact that he was actually going to touch me was getting me excited but he wanted me to beg for it? I was trying to understand what he meant by that when I felt kisses on thighs and without thinking I immediately closed them.

"I thought you wanted me to touch you?" he asked spreading my legs. "So why are you resisting?" He said kissing down my thighs.

Why was he doing this? Why was he teasing me? He kept getting closer to where I wanted his mouth but then at the last minute he'd pull away. And he was enjoying this?! He actually wanted me to beg him? He was always getting closer but ended up kissing around it making me long for his mouth on my clit. I couldn't take it anymore, I had to do it.

"Please," I said out of breath.

"What's that?" He asked his voice laced with sarcasm.

"I beg of you.." I pleaded grabbing hold of the bedding.

"I'm sorry, I didn't get that," he scoffed teasing me. I couldn't find the courage to spit it out, but when he circled his tongue around my clit I had no choice but to blurt it out.

"Please I want you to to eat me up," I was expecting to feel his tongue on my pussy any moment now. Instead I heard him chuckle sinisterly making move away from him as quickly as I could covering myself with a pillow.

"Hmm," he scoffed. "Did you really think that I was attracted to you? You really thought that I was going to fuck you. Keep dreaming," he cackled.

"That's what you get for trying to seduce me." he smirked