A Forced Contract Marriage with the Devil novel Chapter 31

Chapter 31

I’ve really sunken this low… getting a hard–on for a guy, for a man I was forcefully married to.

Just don’t think about it, just stop thinking about him and ignore his existence.

I felt Alessandro move closer to me until he was practically up against my back, his head resting close to my neck, making it almost impossible to avoid him.

Alessandro moved his hand under the blanket, and I felt it brush against my ass as he, only from experience, adjusted himself in his boxers.

I was painfully hard now, knowing I wasn’t the only one, and that he was feeling the same, but I was too much of a coward to turn around and do something. I didn’t have the guts to shove myself onto him.

Secondly I didn’t want to sin. He was a fellow man. I might have allowed him to fuck my mouth but the thought of having anal sex with him was disgusting.

“I can hear you thinking, it’s getting annoying,” He out of the blue whispered against my neck as he moved his hand from

his erection to my ass, then slowly down to my rock–hard erection.

I wanted to die. He was surprisingly rock hard again.

No… I was definitely dying from embarrassment and shame, you name it. I just wanted to disappear because there was no

hiding it, I had turned the fuck on.

“Turn around.” He ordered.

I swallowed loudly and contemplated for a few seconds before turning around to face him in the dark, his face inches from

mine.

He grabbed hold of my hand under the blanket and placed it on his large manhood. “Touch me, you have caused this,” he breathed out then surprisingly his hand went to my erection.

“You’re this bad, and I haven’t even touched you,” he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. I felt like asking for the ground to swallow me. I was totally wordless

“You’re a stubborn guy, Nikolai. If you wanted me this much, all you had to do was tell me what you wanted

I clenched my eyes shut and ignored the blush that rose on my cheeks as a wash of shame fell over me at how much my body responded to him. I was so glad it was too dark in the room. I could tell my face was lit up like a Christmas tree.

“Shut up,” I breathed out. “You’re just as hard.” I shot back at him.

His minty breath hit me as he laughed quietly, inches from me, while both of our hands started caressing each other under the blanket, making both of our breathing grow heavier with each tug. I wasn’t even sure if I knew what the hell I was doing.

“Yeah, I am.”

Alessandro grunted and suddenly threw the blanket off of us, onto the floor, moving his hand from my erection and then climbing on top of me on the bed.

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Chapter 31

Holy shit, we were really doing this. He was on top of me, and I could feel… his large erection poking at my stomach as his head went to my neck.

No… my goodness.

For what felt like the first time, I felt his lips touch my skin, making me shiver. I couldn’t remember him ever kissing me before. He started leaving soft, light pecks around my neck, slowly and teasingly, making me quiver underneath him.

“I can tell you wanted me from the start, even if you don’t say it, your body doesn’t lie.” He bit down on my collarbone gently as he curled his hips into mine, pressing our erections together, making me moan out.

Fuck, I couldn’t deny him. It felt so fucking good when he touched me, and I wouldn’t lie when I said that I was really horny and wanted to have sex, and having him so close to me… fuck.

I wasn’t gay, but… the way he talked, and touched me, was enough to make my toes curl.

Alessandro’s breath was hot against my skin, his lips trailing lower as he teased the sensitive spots along my neck. I tried to resist the way my body responded, but it was impossible when every touch, every press of his hips, sent a shudder

through me.

I clenched my fists against the mattress, my heart hammering in my chest. “This… this is wrong,” I rasped out, my voice

barely more than a whisper.

“Then tell me to stop,” he murmured against my skin, his hand sliding down my side, his fingers barely grazing my hip.

“Stop“, I finally collected myself and stopped him.

My dream wasn’t to have sex for the first time with a psycho, a man, who stared at me like his prey or a fucktoy. I always imagined meeting a sweet and nice girl I would first take out on several dates and maybe kiss once. Then we would marry and sleep for the first together during our wedding night. I was kinda old fashioned, but I liked this idea.

Alessandro stilled above me, his breath warm against my skin. His fingers, which had been grazing my hip with intent, froze. For a moment, neither of us moved.

Then, he pulled back slightly, his piercing gaze locking onto mine in the darkness. “I won’t force you, you will beg me

yourself“,

I swallowed hard, my chest rising and falling rapidly as his words settled deep inside me. There was no arrogance in his voice, no taunting smirk on his lips–just cold certainty.

I clenched my jaw. “That will never happen.”

Alessandro chuckled, shifting off me with an ease that made my stomach twist. He stretched out beside me like he hadn’t just trapped me beneath him, like he hadn’t just said something that sent heat flooding through my body for reasons I refused to acknowledge.

“Keep telling yourself that, Nikolai,” he murmured, voice thick with amusement as he turned onto his side, facing away from me.

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