Ivana sat patiently, waiting for her husband and thinking about her upcoming marriage. The news had completely shocked her. She overheard her dad talking on the phone, and that's when she found out she was getting married in a week. She didn't even know or talk to the guy. What kind of world forces you to marry someone you've never met?
Then she saw his picture of Kacy Lillard's a well-known and successful businessman worth billions. Even though he could support her family and future generations, she wasn't interested in a marriage without love.
Ivana wondered how things would turn out, especially since Kacy was known as a spoiled, dangerous playboy. People said he was sweet but deadly. If you got close to him, you'd better be careful. He wasn't in any group or Mafia, but he was more powerful than them. His blue eyes and charming looks were both adorable and scary at the same time.
Her dad had said he was going to protect her and do his duty as a husband but that wasn't what she needed. She didn't need a prince charming, a handsome billionaire, a powerful man, or even a perfect husband. What she needed was love nothing more.
And if he wasn't in love with her, how could he give her that?
"What the heck am I saying?" she muttered. "We're not even in love."
She heard the door creak open and took a deep breath.
God… that man, her husband the one she was now supposed to spend her life with, was coming through that door and heading toward her side of the bed.
He cleared his throat, his deep voice saying,
"Miss Ivana Moore?"
"Well, if you had forgotten or pretended to, it's not Miss Ivana. It's Mrs. Ivana Lillard's," she replied sarcastically.
"Oh really? You think so?"
"Jerk," she muttered under her breath, annoyed.
"Did you say something?" he asked, pretending not to hear clearly.
"No, Mr. Kacy!"
"It's just Kacy pretty no Mr".
"That's if you don't add 'Mrs.' and my last name when using my name."
"Oh, is that a threat or what?"
"Take it any way you like, Mr Lillard's."
"Whoa, what's with the surname?" he laughed softly.
She stared at him, annoyed, until she felt a drop—oh no. Six drops on her panties. "Damn it," she muttered, blushing nervously. " She just got wet for her proud, stupid annoying husband. Crap."
"Don't ever laugh like that."
"Why? Because it's sexy and made you... wet uh ivy?"
"Ugh, it's Ivana! And it's not sexy, nor did it turn me on!"
"Come on, pretty. Just admit it. You liked it." He leaned closer. "Want me to check?"
"Check what?! You're such a pervert!"
"Pervert? That's for people who aren't married. You're my wife now. Everything about you belongs to me from your sexy strawberry down to ur honey pot, No one touches my things Ivy."
"I am not a thing or some furniture you can buy or negotiate! I'm a human, okay? Not a 'thing.' So don't you ever call me that again!" she shouted, eyes blazing in annoyance.
"You call me your wife, yet you don't even treat me like one," she said, her voice breaking. "This whole thing is just too much for me."
"I'm expensive to see ivy u don't expect me to see u, I didn't marry you to see joy and love. Don't expect me to be sweet or interesting. This is just an arrangement."
"Really? So I'm the one stuck here, forced to accept everything just because you're too cold to care? Why don't you cut the act and stop pretending?"
She felt hurt like God was this the bastard her dad said she should marry. "You definitely don't treat me like a human being. You treat me like garbage in your luxurious life." Her voice shook. "How could I end up marrying someone like you?"
Kay quickly sat on the bed and pulled her onto his lap, wrapping both of her legs around his waist. "Don't ever call yourself cheap or trash."
"I meant this whole forced marriage." she tried to talk but lost her words, but he leaned in close, brushing his lips near hers.
He studied her face. She didn't say a word, but her blush said it all—he knew she was reacting to him. She was flustered, and he felt it.
He couldn't resist. He was aching to rip off that nightgown and fuck her really hard. "and lastly ivy my rules"
"You are free to do anything you like since it is a loveless marriage except u want to make it real, He stares at her and sees her face reddens he smiles. "I know that I'm quite handsome and charming... i have just 3 rules pretty and my second rule."
"If you ever cheat on me or do anything that displeases me there's punishment attached. I mean it!!! don't be so happy ivy My punishment isn't divorce... it's something much worse."
"You mean death?"
"Crazy, I don't kill. But I do punish. And my punishment is deadly, not that I pray to ever do it or for you to ever experience it ".
She paused. And why suddenly quiet are u wet again."
"Ugh! You jerk!" she cursed, staring hard at his eyes, studying his face. Definitely, she's in trouble.
She tried to get up, but he pulled her roughly back. His hand wrapped around her waist, burying his lips on her neck and biting softly. A gasp escaped her lips, followed by soft moans. Kissing her at that sensitive spot.
Some time after, he removed his lips from her neck, staring at his wife's red, nervous face. "My last rule: don't you ever curse at me because if you do," he drawled, the last words raising a brow, "you wouldn't like what I will do."
"The least you can do is kiss me right," she said.
He just stared at her and laughed proudly.
"Dare me, pretty. Then you'll know if it's just a kiss it will end with!"
"But it will start with a kiss, right?"
"No, it will start with a suck." She blushed, turning her face away.
He gently lifted her chin to face him and placed a soft kiss on her lips, then down to her neck. She was about to stop him from going further when he tore off her nightgown from top to bottom, leaving her completely nude, except for the tiny panties around her V-line which was already wet to the core then he gave her a wink .
"You're fucking wet ivy like damn wet SHIT kissing her neck down to her sweet cherries.
"Ahhhhh...Shit..... Fuck....Kace ahhhhh.... ".
"Yh baby keep moaning my name... licking her neck to her waist, sucking her nipple."As he peeled off his shirt and slid his boxers down, she remained straddled on top of him, her gaze never leaving his ". The air between them charged with something raw, possessive, and dangerously addictive, then he said with raw lust....
" Rub your clothed cunt on my naked dick now".
She stared hard at his dick like God his dick is so long thick and perfect " Fuck it's long ahhhhh.....
"Rub it ivy now ". He groaned his voice filled with lust and desire.
Slowly, she coiled her arms around his neck, drawing her body against his dick with deliberate grace. Her movements were slow, calculated rubbing her cunt on his dick in a way that blurred the line between pleasure and torment. His breath hitched, a low groan escaping his throat—half desire, half pain.
She felt him unraveling beneath her touch, right on the edge of him cumming and then she stopped.Pulling back with a wicked smile, " Fuck baby… are you daring me?" he whispered.
Before she could move farther, he grabbed her, pushing her whole body on him spanking her butt hard and squeezing it assisting her in rocking him, flush against his dick with a force that made her gasp. His hands roamed possessively, gripping her as if she belonged only to him. When she tried to pull away, he held her tighter it wasn't a question, it was a command.
The response tore through her in a cry of pleasure, deep and uncontrollable, as he moved faster, rougher—pushing her limits and unraveling control.
Then slowly, with that dark, ravenous look in his eyes, he removed her panties and lifted her legs, resting them over his shoulders and sucking her pussy hard sucking all the cum on her sweet cunt. His breath was hot against her skin as he leaned in, whispering into the curve of her neck:
"You're so sweet...He nudged her playfully, his eyes sparkling with mischief then he whispered in her pussy making her wet for him blushing hard.
"Ahhhhh....fuck Kacy fuck ahhhhh it hurts". She screamed, yelled, squirted, moaned, begging him to stop but he wouldn't until he was satisfied he has eaten her fully releasing her weak legs to his side again he inserted his thick length inside his pussy at the same time fucking her with his fingers he drove into her slowly at first, so she only moan softly not so loudly but suddenly it became very fast and rough she could only scream, cry, yell but dared not to cursed because when she mistakenly did it he added his lips, his long sexy fingers and his dick.
"Kacy am sorry please ahhhhh.... Please just kiss my lips not there ahhhhhhh.... am sorry.... ahhhhh....ohhh...ahhhhhhh...."
He didn't just stop there he actually made her do different styles for him she couldn't stop moaning until he thrushed out of her slowly and exhausted that he had to take her to the shower which she regretted.
They stood in silence in the dimly lit bathroom, tension thick in the air. She tried to focus, but his voice was low and commanding still echoed in her mind. "There can be a chance of you disobeying me or breaking my rules because you did it back at the room and like i told you before it starts with a suck but it ends with tears and screams I mean it cleaning her teary eyes and slowly he kissed her lips murmuring softly.
"Something can still work between us maybe love because you're definitely my type especially in bed your moans are cute and sexy, your lips are hot and tempting, your sweet cherries are sweet, succulent and adorable, your laps are fleshy and soft and down there is the sweetest soft and pinkish and easily gets wet just for me even if i can't see u i know definitely that you are blushing red and pink you know ivy you are rude, annoying, bold,When talking to me but let's have sex then you are sweet, calm, nervous, cute and soft". Her breath caught as he continued, voice steady and dark. "You try to act strong, bold, but I see through it. That blush gives you away. You're sweet, unsure, and it only makes you more cute... It's like that rude mouth just disappeared.... tsk tsk.... You're definitely different and very stupid...