“Your body is mine, your soul is mine, you are mine, I have waited for this moment all these years and now that you are mine, there is nothing you can do about it” He said with his hands pulling at my pant as we wrestled in his king sized bed. RELUCTANT BRIDE FOR THE RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE 18+ “In your dreams! I refuse to be yours, I will never accept you as my husband! You’re a monster” I cried. I struggled to push him off, he was determined to have me. He was stronger, bigger, I was no match for his firm grip. “No woman has ever rejected me, how dare you think you can deny me your body” he grumbled. “My father may have given me to you as collateral for whatever terrible business deal you both had, but he sure did not give you rights over my sense of will” I said fiercely I tried to fight him off, but he was too strong, in one strong pull, he ripped my pants apart, stripping me bare. “Please don't, I’m a virgin!” I tried to protest further, “Even better!!” were the last things he said before he knocked the air out of me in one stroke. I watched the fire of desire burning in his eyes consume him, it was nothing like I imagined, and I realised he was the perfect man for any woman but me, I hated him.
Lihat lebih banyakI straightened, trying to maintain my composure. “Medlin, this is not the right environment,” I replied briskly. “You’re about to be married to Rodolfo, and here, at a club meeting, such matters are best left unspoken.” Her eyes were devilishly lusting, undeterred. “Married or not, you always had a way of drawing me in. I insist we talk, moreover, your dick is saying otherwise.” Before I could protest further, the noise of the club’s lively chatter filtered through the corridor. Reluctantly, I stepped aside, gesturing for her to follow me into one of the private rooms. We entered a well furnished office looking room off the corridor, the room was quiet with the blinds covering the large windows. I closed the door, leaning against it as I tried to regain a semblance of control. “Medlin, listen,” I began, my voice was even but firm. “This isn’t the time or place. We have obligations—especially with the tournament coming up and everything else to be sorted for Monterrey.” She
DON PEDRO’S POV Inside the club’s main hall, the president of the Golf club, a dignified gentleman in just a pair t-shirt and shorts, cleared his throat and began the roll call. “Don Pedro?” he called. “Don Rodolfo?” “Sir Princeton?” “Miss Medlin?” “Sir Renato” “Sir Vince” “Don Nathan” and continued to mention others, each name was met with a firm “Present!” from the assembled members. I offered a short nod as my name was pronounced. “Thank you all for coming on time,” the president continued, his was laid back and formal. “I do apologise for my lateness this evening; I assure you it will not become a habit.” He paused to laugh, a few others joined, I did not. “Now, the purpose of today’s meeting is to finalise the arrangements for the upcoming Monterrey Golf Club International Tournament. This event will, I believe, bring about significant development in our region, and we must ensure that all aspects of our proposal are watertight in terms of collaborations, sponsorships and
AUTHOR’S POV Don Pedro led the way and Tessa followed in sheepishly, stepping aside as he slammed the door short. “Which way is the bathroom?” she asked impatiently. “That way” he pointed. Tessa barely had time to admire the braggadociousness of Don Pedro’s master suite before the call of nature hit her with a reverberating kind of urgency. The long flight, the delay at the airport, and the insufferable formalities with his aunt had left her holding it in for way too long and she only just realised her bladder would burst open if she did not ease herself. Now, as they stepped into the room, all she wanted was to relieve herself and catch her breath, she had been still for too long. Pedro was right beside her, loosening his belt as he made a beeline for the bathroom. Tessa’s eyes widened in alarm. “This way” he motioned. “Wait, wait, wait! I need to go first,” she announced, already moving toward the bathroom door. Pedro stopped in his tracks, turned to her, and raised a br
AUTHOR’S POVTessa sat stiffly in the car as it rolled to a smooth stop in front of the Lorenzo mansion. She first muttered ‘Thank You Jesus’ under her breath. Her stomach rumbled, and her bladder was full but despite that, she felt empty, absolutely empty.The jet lag was hitting her so hard, her entire body aching from the long flight, the internal clocks in her body were ticking off an alarm signalling she needed to shut down and rest a bit, but she barely had a moment to process her exhaustion before she caught sight of the people waiting at the grand entrance.What the hell is going on now? She asked.A line of guards, perfectly aligned, stood in silence, their black uniforms dashingly smart and intimidating, they were like giant towers, all with bald heads. Beside them, the house staff—maids in immaculate pink uniforms, their heads slightly bowed—as though they awaited orders.While they were in the car, the chauffeur exited first, walking around to open the passenger door. Don
It was midday by the time they finally stepped out of the arrival gates, the surrounding outside wet, as it had rained earlier. Inside was cold The airport was busy with travellers moving here and there, airport staff and patrols roaming around, and the air smelt of jet fuel. Tessa barely noticed any of this, she just wanted to get home and get some sleep too. She was exhausted. Six hours of delay, followed by a long-haul flight, had drained every ounce of patience from her body. Her back ached, her feet throbbed in her heels, and the bright sun glaring down on the tarmac only made her crankier.She could count how many times she blanked out or assumed her brain had stopped working. It was difficult to keep her eyes open for a few minutes because her eyes were burning so much. Pedro, on the other hand, looked completely unaffected. Not a single wrinkle on his brown shirt, not a trace of exhaustion in his sharp stares or the way he shot glances at any lady he found attractive. He w
This man has got to be insane, dear lord. My head throbbed—the air had gotten thinner and I found myself struggling to take in more air. I really did not recall most of the things I said to him earlier but I know I had made a fool of myself, and now he had every intention of rubbing it in. “Why so tense, querida?” he asked, his voice smooth, teasing. I exhaled sharply. “I wonder why. Perhaps if you back off a little bit, I won’t be.” Pedro smiled a silly kind of smile, his gaze dragging over me like a slow burn. “Nice dress,” he murmured, looking down at my hands. “You have not even seen it on me yet” I muffled. I didn’t acknowledge the comment, I felt it was backhanded. It was the first piece of clothing I had grabbed from the closet—a simple black dress with thin straps—and I wasn’t about to let him turn it into something else or make it seem like I intended to wear it for his satisfaction or to please him. I would have appreciated it if he kept his compliments to himsel
Tessa’s POV It took just that cold shower to get me back to my senses and to be delivered from whatever demon possessed me after taking a gulp of whatever Pedro stacked in the bar. I could swear I had done a couple of things but my mind was too slow to recall, it seemed as though I was experiencing a reboot. God forbid, I touch an alcohol bottle in future. Whatever happened had happened, and I dont regret doing what I did from the bits and parts of whatever remember doing - beating the hell out of that bitch. After Pedro left me in the bathroom, it took me a few minutes before I managed to drag myself up the floor to the door handle, I weakly opened and let myself out. But then the noise from the balcony attracted my curiosity, from where I was by the window, I could see Pedro fucking another woman and as long as it was not Natalia, I found myself not giving a fuck. I was a bit irritated, which I am yet to understand why, but I sure know I did not give a fuck. I turne
She tried to shake herself free from the sweet sensation coursing through her body He parted her legs and gently nudged in between, tapping her thighs and motioning her to spread her legs wider for him. Then he entered her. It seemed as though there was an obstruction in her wind pipe that had her gasping for air with every sharp, deep stroke. She let out a guttural moaning, yelping at the introduction of new strokes.“Daddy you’re so big”, she cried weakly as she tried to stabilise his thrust with her hands but he slapped her hands off.It felt as though she had triggered him because after he slapped her hands out of the way he began to unleash hard, rough, uneven, kind of strokes that sent her flailing up and down. Her vagina stretched, his dick spreading through the wetness of her inside as he continued to fuck her without mercy. Just how he wanted it. Just the right vibe he envisioned when he told Franco to get him a plaything. It seemed as though he was inclined to try somet
AUTHOR’S POV Don Pedro stood on in balcony looking over the waterfront, her was burning with desire as flashes of Tessa’s vagina gripping his erect penis washed through his mind. He unbuttoned his damp shirt revealing his chiselled chest as he sipped on a glass of whiskey, gently he peeled it off his skin before tossing it to a corner. He had been there for over thirty minutes staring at nothing per se, just the water rolling into itself and the images in his mind, the only thing that can calm him tonight was the warm wetness and tightness of a woman’s vagina. If he wasn’t trying to be modest, he would have bent Tessa over one of the couches and fuck her till her bowels give out when she begged him to fuck her earlier, but that was his wife, he regarded her nonetheless. In split seconds, something else caught his attention. His eyes were not on the scenic view but on the petite figure that Franco was escorting towards him. She was beautiful, the sight of her made him hard.
I thought my aunt had died or perhaps something bad had happened when I approached our house. From a distance, I could see a fleet of luxury cars with heavily armed men standing at different points; they looked terrifying. I felt my stomach grow cold as I drew closer. It was very recently that I noticed her pacing around the house, looking out of the window; sometimes she was very absent-minded. She had nearly dipped her hand in a frying pan with heated oil while she was deep in thought; if not for my timely intervention, when I asked her what the problem was, she looked me in the eyes and asked that we run away, that we moved to another city.“Tessa, we need to run; we need to leave this city,” she had said to me, her grip firm as ever.I could see fear in her eyes.“Aunty Norah,” I said softly, sitting next to her. “We moved here barely a year ago; I just got this new job that pays well, and I finally get to have friends; why do we need to go somewhere else?”“You won’t understand,...
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