A Forced Contract Marriage with the Devil novel Chapter 42

A dull ache thinbbed in my head as I stirred awake, my bly stiff and combatably warm. I arched my bark trying to starch but I for when I felt inmething hard hit my back.

Alessand

No

Memones of last night crashed into me all at once, his voice, his threats, the way he pilled me against him, igniting every on

Why am I still here?

I opened my eyes, as panic singed through me. I tried squirming away when suddenly a large am wrapped around my waist and pulled ma

1. it. Alessandro. His breathing was steady, deep, still heavy with sleep. I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering against my cis

Carefully, I tried peeling his arm away, inching forward the edge of the bed, but his grip only grew firmer.

“Nikolai, Alessandro’s voice was groggy, rough with sleep. His body shifted behind me, pressing closer. If you keep you moving. I’m not going to restrain my future actions.”

froze.

The words were lazy, half–conscious, but they carried the same weight as last night’s threats. A warning. A reminder. My fingers curled into the sheets as I forced my body to stay still, The weight of his arm humed against my skin, every second stretching unbearably long-

And to make matters worse, his erected dick was pressed against my back

My entire body locked up in disgust and humiliation. This isn’t happening. This isn’t real

Í squeezed my eyes shut, willing myself to disappear, to wake up somewhere, anywhere else. But the quiet sound of Alessandro’s steady breathing, the solid wright of his arm around my waist, and the heat of his body against mine were painfully real

I needed to get out. Now,

as light snores escaped his lips then tapped on his forearm but he wouldn’t let go, I pushed hack against him trying to

I placed my hand on top of his,

his, just as light sn wake him back up.

Nikolai. Don’t irritate me in this early morning” He threatened.

to use the bathroom. I have to pee. It was like every word I tried to say was a needle to my head, What the fuck was wrong with him?

I want to w

He didn’t reply instantly. For a moment, I thought he had drifted back to sleep, until I felt his fingers flex against my stomach, his hold tightening before, finally, he exhaled through his nose.

“Ich,” he muttered. And just like that, his arm lifted.

I carefully tried to get off the bed without annoying hirs, which of course didn’t work. Right when I reached the corner of the bed, the blanket on the Door tangled with my ankle and dropped my ass right on the expensive carpet.

ng shot through my body. My muscles ached, my skin hypersensitive.

A sharp sting

What the hell happened last night?

I quickly got my clothes from the flour, then 1 staggered toward my room, straight to

clicked, I exhaled shakily and braced my hand against the cool marble sink

bathroom. My fingers fumbled to turn the back. The second it

My reflection in the mirror was a mess–dipheveled hair, flushest skin, and a lingering shadow of exhaustion beneath my eyes. But it was the Eaint bruises along my collarbone that sent a jolt of horror through me.

1/3

Chapter 42

Panic clawed at my throat. I squerred my eyes slut, trying to piece tether fragmented memories, İsat everything was haly. Barry-

A cold sweat broke out autous my skin. What did he do to met

He was setimas psychat

1 tumed the shower handle, the sound of water mishing out of the sole filling the silence in the bathroom. As the heater hit my this. I let t breath, the waruth seeping into my muscles, easing some of the tention

I stepped into the spray, the water cascading down my body in soothing streams. I closed my eyes, letting the heat envelop me, hoping it could burn the disgust that clung to me. My fingers moved in the shampon bottle, and I poured a generous amount into my palm before nibhing it into my vrida | scrubbed at my hais, almost violently, trying to rid myself of every trace of last night, every touch that made me feel like I was trapped in a nightmare | couldn’t wake up from

As I adjusted myself in the mirros, trying to shake off the discomfort, a knock echoed from the door

“Sis,” came the maid’s voice, soft but steady. “Mi Alessandro tequests your presence in his office,

1 froze for a moment, feeling the familiar tresion in my chest tighten. Alessandro. I didn’t want to see him right now. Not yet. Not after last night.

had no choice.

Tell him 11 be right there, I called back, taking a deep breath.

Moments later, I made my way down the hallway to his office. My steps felt heavy, each one an effort. When I reached the door, I paused, then pushed in open. Alessandro sat behind his desk, his posture perfect, as usual. His cold eyes lifted to meet mine, and I immediately felt the weight of ha pase

“You’re late,” he said, his voice calm but edged with something colder.

I said nothing, just nodded once in acknowledgment as I approached. Alessandro didn’t look up from the papers in front of him but reached into a pulling out a new phone. He slid it across the desk without a second glance

Alessandro gave a slight rod and reached into one of the drawers, pulling out a sleek, new phone. He slid it across the desk toward me without a word.

Verify captcha to read the contentVerify