A Forced Contract Marriage with the Devil novel Chapter 33

Chapter 33

Alessandro’s POV

I felt him stiffen the moment I moved closer, his whole body going rigid as if pretending I wasn’t there would make me disappear. It was amusing, really–watching him struggle, watching the battle he fought against himself, against me,

I had him trapped.

I shifted slightly under the blanket, adjusting myself, and my hand brushed against his ass. Nikolai sucked in a sharp breath.

He was already hard.

A smirk tugged at my lips. He thought he could hide from this, from me. That pretending would make it go away.

“I can hear you thinking,” I murmured against his neck, my voice barely above a whisper. “It’s getting annoying.”

My hand drifted lower, tracing the curve of his ass, sliding down to where he was unmistakably hard. He wanted this–no matter how much he fought it.

His body betrayed him in ways he couldn’t control. “Turn around,” I ordered.

For a second, he hesitated, fighting himself, but then he obeyed. The room was dark, but I could still make out the way his chest rose and fell rapidly, the heat that burned his skin. He looked like he wanted to disappear.

I grabbed his hand, guiding it under the blanket, pressing it against my aching erection. “Touch me,” I said, my breath fanning against his lips. “You caused this.”

His fingers trembled, his breath coming in short, uneven gasps. “You’re this bad, and I haven’t even touched you,” I mused, feeling the way his body reacted to me.

His shame was palpable, his entire being screaming resistance, but his hands–his body–told the truth.

“You’re a stubborn guy, Nikolai,” I murmured. “If you wanted me this much, all you had to do was say it.”

“Shut up,” he hissed, his voice cracking. “You’re just as hard.”

I chuckled, low and quiet. Yeah, I am.”

I didn’t give him time to dwell on it. In one/swift movement, I threw the blanket to the floor and climbed on top of him. He gasped as my weight pinned him down, his wide eyes staring up at me.

His breath hitched when he felt my erection pressing against him. I leaned in, my lips ghosting over his skin.

For the first time, I kissed him.

his

Soft, slow pecks along his neck, teasing the sensitive spots I was already starting to learn. He shivered beneath me, body reacting before his mind could stop it. “I can tell you wanted me from the start,” I murmured against his skin. Even if you don’t say it, your body doesn’t lie

He moaned when I bit down on his collarbone, his hips jerking instinctively against mine.

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Chapter 33

I felt his frustration, the war raging inside him. He wanted to hate this. He wanted to hate me.

But he couldn’t.

His fists clenched against the mattress, his whole body tense. “This… this is wrong,” he whispered.

I smirked. “Then tell me to stop.”

Silence.

I waited, my lips grazing his skin, my fingers trailing down his side, teasing, giving him a chance to push me away.

Then, finally, the words left his lips.

“Stop.”

I stilled.

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