Isabella took a step back.
Her heart pounded as Rafael advanced, slow and deliberate, he shrugged off his suit jacket, tossing it onto the couch without breaking eye contact. The room felt too small, the air too thick.
I told you," he murmured, low and deliberate. "I don't pretend in my home."
Her throat went dry. What does that even mean?
And what does that mean exactly?" she asked, trying to sound calm.
He reached for his tie, loosening it with a single pull "It means you're my wife now."
Panic curled in her stomach and her eyes widened, she turned away, trying to put space between them "Marriage on paper doesn't mean anything."
A dark chuckle rumbled from him. "You think so?" staring at her like his beloved prey she's
The next second, she was against the wall, his hands caged her in, his scent invading her senses.. God, he's too close…
Let me go," she whispered, glancing up at him, lips trembling.
He ignored her. "You walked into this with your eyes open, Isabella. You knew what you were signing up for."
She glared at him "You and that old bald man forced me into this."
His gaze dropped to her lips, his eyes darkening and yet, here you are in my house, pressed against my wall looking so hot my angel…
Heat crept up her spine, every nerve in her body screamed at her to push him away, but her traitorous body stayed still clearly enjoying his warmth.
You want to play wife?" he murmured grabbing her jaw "Then act like one."
Her breath hitched and her brain screamed run but this her traitorous won't move and she can't escape him
Then he kissed her harshly, claiming her, punishing her. She gasped breathlessly, her hands flying to his chest holding his shirt like her life depend on it but he didn't let her escape, his grip tightened, his kiss branding her like she belonged to him, she tasted so good like how he has been imagined "fuck!
He knew he's screwed once he taste her..
And for one reckless second, she kissed him back and aomething in him snapped, his hand groping and roaming her breasts through her cloth, pressing her deeper into the wall. Heat flared between them, raw, consuming.
Then reality slammed into her. Regaining her senses back
She shoved at his chest, breaking the kiss. "Stop!" she murmured softly breathless..
He did but didn't step back, he still caged her against the wall. His breathing was heavy, eyes dark with something dangerous trying not to pounce on her again.
"Scared?" he taunte her
She swallowed and frown "Of you? Never."
A slow smirk curved his lips, trying to kiss her again "We'll see about that." she quickly turned her head sideway
Then he stepped away, as if the moment hadn't just happened.
Go to bed, Isabella," he said lazily, walking toward the bedroom. "Tomorrow, we start playing our roles properly."
She stared after him, lips still tingling, mind spinning. What the hell have I just gotten myself into?