All Chapters of Contracted To Him By Her Father: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"You must be cold in only that skimpy little thing you're wearing," Lorenzo observed Sarah idly, heading to the fridge for a carton of orange juice. His short black hair was damp and standing up in tufts where he had carelessly towel-dried it after his shower. He wore nothing but a pair of black shorts. He looked as gorgeous as always, and Sarah hated him more than ever for that masculine perfection. "I'm fine." Sarah got up abruptly and headed toward the sink to rinse the mug, but Lorenzo grabbed her elbow to halt her movement. She tensed, shocked by the touch...Lorenzo never touched her outside of the bedroom. In the eighteen months they had been married, married not bonded, this was the first time that she could recall the alpha touching her without it being a precursor to sex. Lorenzo leaned closer to her and lowered his lips to her left ear. She felt Lorenzo’s hot breath on the side of her face before he spoke. "There'll be no more talk of divorce, Sarah ...ever," the Alph

Sarah shook herself, refusing to dwell on past events that she could not change and instead tried to focus on her present. Breakfast passed with agonizing slowness, the silence broken only by the sound of the Alpha's newspaper as he carefully perused the business section. Sarah barely ate and hated her husband for being so unaffected by the tension that he could finish a hearty meal.Sarah picked up her own dishes and headed to the sink. "You have to eat more than one slice of toast," her husband's voice suddenly growled unexpectedly. "You're getting much too thin." The fact that he had noticed what she'd eaten, despite having hardly glanced at Sarah over his newspaper, startled her. "I'm not that hungry," she responded softly, and placed the dishes in the sink. "You barely eat enough to keep a sparrow alive." He lowered his paper and met Sarah’s eyes for a few seconds before diverting his focus back to the mug of coffee on the table in front of him. The direct eye contact was

Sarah had to stop losing her shit like this. Waving Micheal away, she fished in her purse and powered on her phone. "I'm fine. Long day, and this is ... difficult." "Of course." Micheal returned to her seat and took up her pen. "You're financially stable, then?" "I am."Sarah’s mother had seen to that she had set up an independent trust fund on Sarah’s maiden name, undermining Sarah’s father at the last. Sarah would never be rich but could live comfortably, if simply, and planned to find a job in any event. "I'll have no problem covering your fees." "Don't worry about that Sarah, we can discuss that later" Sarah nodded. "A divorce can be quite simple as long as your husband doesn't demur." Micheal said speculatively. Sarah could envision Lorenzo punching the air with glee, right before he informed Sarah’s father that Sarah had once again met all wrong expectations. Lorenzo could legally take up with one of those models he normally roamed with, without any censure

More words? Sarah didn't know how to respond and so chose not to say anything, she felt Lorenzo swallowing before she gingerly released her wrists and stepped away from him. Sarah made a show of rubbing them, even though the Alpha hadn't hurt her at all. Instead the omega seemed to have inflicted most of the damage on both of them. A few of her nails were broken and her fists were bruised from the few angry punches she had managed to land against his hard body. Sarah turned around to face her husband and was shocked to see that he was bleeding. He had scratches on his hands and face, including a deep, angry-looking one on his neck. He also had bite marks on his muscled forearms, and a darkening bruise on his jaw. Lorenzo saw her eyes land on the bruise and ruefully rubbed at it. "You pack a mean punch," lorenzo said sheepishly, before looking down at Sarah’s hands and swearing softly in italian. "You've hurt yourself." She lifted one and grimaced at the bruises and brok

Lorenzo’s eyes were still locked with hers and she felt the sudden change in Lorenzo’s breathing and his heart rate. He leaned even closer, his mouth nearly touching Sarah’s lips their breath mingled and came in jagged gasps. If Sarah moved her head, just a fraction of an inch, their lips would touch, she couldn't resist and she tensed herself to do just that, when Lorenzo swore under his breath and stepped away from her. Sarah blinked and felt like someone coming out of a trance. "Just go to bed." Lorenzo put his hand in the small of his back and gave her a gentle push toward the bed. "I'm not going to have..." Sarah began to protest. "I know. I'm not exactly in the right frame of mind for it either." He prodded her again. "You won't touch me?" "Not unless you want me to." He shrugged as if he didn't care either way. "I don't want you to," Sarah asserted firmly. "Then you have nothing to worry about." Lorenzo turned away from her and stripped off his casual shirt,