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 is when she found out she was getting married in a week. She did not even know or talk to the guy.
What kind of world forces you to marry someone you have never met?
Then she saw his picture of Kacy Lillard, a well-known and successful businessman worth billions.
Even though he could support her family and future generations, she was not 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 would better be careful.
He was not 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 was not what she needed.
She did not 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 was not in love with her, how could he give her that?
"What the heck am I saying?" she muttered.
"We are 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 is not Miss Ivana. It is 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 is if you do not 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, huh 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 breasts down to your 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. You don't expect me to see you. 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. 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, and 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 you want to make it real." He stared at her and saw her face redden, and he smiled. "I know that I'm quite handsome and charming. I have just three 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 you wet again?"
"Ugh! You jerk!" she cursed, staring hard at his eyes, studying his face. Definitely, she was 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 as he kissed 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 were 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…"
"Yeah 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.
"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 had eaten her fully, releasing her weak legs to his side again. He inserted his thick length inside her pussy at the same time fucking her with his fingers.
He drove into her slowly at first so she only moaned softly, not so loudly, but suddenly it became very fast and rough.
She could only scream, cry, yell, but dared not curse because when she mistakenly did, he added his lips, his long sexy fingers, and his dick.
"Kacy, I'm sorry, please… ahhhhh… please just kiss my lips, not there… ahhhhhhh… I'm 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 thrashed 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 low, commanding voice still echoed in her mind.
"There can be a chance of you disobeying me or breaking my rules, because you did it back in 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, he slowly 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 you, 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."