A Forced Contract Marriage with the Devil novel Chapter 151

Chapter 151

I’m going to deal with her“,

I heard Alessandro talking the phone as I stepped into the bath. I sank into the water slowly but the heat bit at my already raw skin instantly. 1 hinced as the burn spread up my thighs and into my core. It was a sharp, angry sting, like the water was punishing me for letting him touch me again.

The heat made it worse somehow, like it was unlocking every bruise, every ache, every pulse of soreness he had left behind. I clenched my jaw, breathing through it, lowering myself all the way into the tub until the water covered me to the chest.

That fucking bastard had overdone it again. I could barely stand or sit without feeling him still inside me, messing my insides up completely.

Closing my eyes, I listened to Alessandro’s voice behind the door, quiet and deep, not understanding a word he was saying, but still… after being around him so much lately, it had become one of my favorite things about him, his voice.

It was ridiculous, how something so simple could worm its way into my heart. He was probably planning to kill someone but I didn’t care.

Looking down at my body, I had marks from where his hands had been, and where his lips had touched. “Fuck.” Alessandro knew he couldn’t leave marks, but did so anyway…

Purple bruises like thumbprints decorated my thighs. Ridges of red along my ribs where he had gripped me too hard, too rough. Faint bite marks curved along my collarbone. He didn’t hold back. He never did. I warned him. I always warned him. But when he got like that, all wild intensity and rough hands, he forgot. Or maybe he remembered and just didn’t care.

I was definitely going to kick his ass now, that idiot. There was nothing more embarrassing than telling the girls who put makeup over me that it was just a ‘mosquito bite‘ and them not believing a single word that came out of my mouth.

They always stared. Their brows raised, their lips twitched like they were trying not to laugh. And I just sat there and lied, feeling like an idiot while they pretended to believe me. One of them had even said, “Girl, if that’s a mosquito bite, I’d hate to see what a snakebite looks like.”

It wasn’t like I could explain that my… husband did this. Fuck no, I just didn’t want people to know how dirty I was with Alessandro.

The time I was done with showering, I headed straight to the living room. The first thing my eyes fall on was Alessandro, and I froze the moment I gazed him up and down. Seeing Alessandro in his house, with messy hair, in casual sweatpants and a plain shirt, lying on the sofa eating pizza felt totally illegal.

I was used to seeing him in suits.

To make matters worse, he was seated on the couch with the pizza box open on the table, a half–empty bottle of Coke next to it like he hadn’t just destroyed every inch of me less than an hour ago. The audacity.

My feet hesitated just past the hallway, body still sore beneath the oversized pants I’d thrown on. I wasn’t ready to face him. But I also couldn’t look away.

His head turned slightly, and his eyes met mine. Calm. Blank. As if this was just another evening. As if nothing had happened be same maddening coolness that made me want to scream and kiss him all at once.

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