A Forced Contract Marriage with the Devil novel Chapter 102

Chapter 102

“Pack your things and we go,”

I couldn’t tell if he was being serious or if this was some twisted game he was playing but I wasn’t ready to be part of anything involving him.

“No.”

The word came out before I could stop

Alessandro’s eyes darkened immediately and moved more nearer to me. Before I could retreat, his hand shot out and seized my jaw with a grip that sent a jolt straight down my spine. It was not harsh but firm enough to still my breath.

“Nikolai you know it that I don’t usually repeating myself“, His thumb brushed the edge of my lower lip as he leaned in, his voice a rasp of thunder.

Alessandro not toda……“, He didn’t allow me to finish my

His lips instantly crashed into mine with a force that stole every breath from my lungs. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t sweet. It was raw, claiming, possessive as if he could silence every protest with a kiss.

I struggled, at first.

Not because I didn’t want it… but because I did. Too much. That terrified me more than his grip or his words ever could.

But Alessandro didn’t let go. His other hand slid to my waist, pulling me against him until I could feel the rapid thud of his heart beneath his shirt, matching my own.

Hard. Rough. A collision of mouths and memory, of pain and longing. All the months he has been away from me, all the silence, the resentment, the ache I buried beneath every breath, I tasted it in that kiss.

He poured it into me like he had a right to.

Like I was his to reclaim.

And damn it, a part of me wanted to be.

My hands balled into fists against his chest, and I told myself it was to push him away. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. My fingers curled in the fabric of his shirt instead, anchoring me to the chaos of him. He really ttastedso good.

Heat coiled in my gut, sharp and treacherous, and when he bit down on my bottom lip, dragging a gasp from me, I wanted to scream at myself for wanting

more.

Alessandro pulled back just enough to speak, his lips brushing mine, breath warm and furious. “You have no right to disobey me, Nikolai. Not when your body remembers me better than your pride wants to.”

“Alessandro! You can’t just-”

“Oh, fuck!” I yelped when my back out the blue hit the couch, my body jolting from the impact. One moment I was standing, and the next I was sprawled like a doll, thrown without effort. I barely had time to recover before strong hands were on my shoulders, pressing me down with an unyielding grip.

“Behave.” His voice was low, firm. Dangerous.

“Alessandro… not here. You have no right also…”

“Don’t,” he cut in sharply. “Don’t say anything right now.”

His hands eased but didn’t let go. He hovered above me, one knee pressed into the cushion beside my hip, the other foot grounded like he was holding himself back from completely overwhelming me. His scent enveloped me, something dark, masculine, and maddeningly familiar.

I shouldn’t want this.

Chapter 102

He already broke my heart… I knew him very well

But my body didn’t care. It remembered every touch, every breath stolen in secrecy.

“Alessandro…” I whispered, trying to sound firm. But it came out too soft, too unsure, too… wanting.

He leaned closer, his breath ghosting my lips. “We are married right?” he murmured.

gaze steady.

‘Forefully, I didn’t want

Before I could finish my words, he was already rising to his feet.

He started unbuttoning his shirt with quick, desperate movements and eventually he got so fed up that he tore it open, sending buttons flying everywhere. My eyes widened and my heart started pounding against my ribcage. I felt like I had to brace myself for the impact he was about to bestow on me.

I gulped when his shirt was discarded across the living room. I couldn’t look away eve

if I wanted. His chest was heaving, muscles flexing with every breath, tattoos rippling over his skin like they had a life of their own. There was something feral in his eyes, like he was barely holding himself together

“Alessandro…..“, I started again but he shook his head, stopping me. “I waited you for pretty fucking months“, He growled.

“The door is still open what if someone sees us…” I tried again, but my voice faltered. “Let them,” know you mine, I don’t care.”

I should have cared. I should have pushed

him

away.

he

rasped, leaning in, his lips brushing my jaw. “Let them

But I didn’t.

When his mouth crashed onto mine again, it was like a dam breaking, hungry, consuming, and wild. My hands clutched at his shoulders, my fingers slipping over the hard lines of his back.

He kissed like a man starved. Like I was the first breath he’d taken in months. Every drag of his lips over mine, every scrape of teeth, every growl that vibrated in his chest, he consumed me. Claimed me. Burned away every fragile boundary I’d tried to rebuild.

“Say you hate me,” he murmured against my lips, his breath ragged. “Say it, and I’ll stop.”

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Not hate. Not anything.

Instead, I pulled him closer.

That was my answer.

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