A Forced Contract Marriage with the Devil novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89

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The word chord in my skull, almost too heavy to comprehend. I opened my mouth, trying to say something, anything but nothing rame md. I stare, froren, as Alessandin’s grip tightened just enough to make my scalp prickle,

“You think you can just go out and humiliate yourself,” he said, voice low, dangerous, “and by extension, humiliate me?”

“I didn’t mean~” | croaked, but he cut me off with a sharp tug on my halı, making me paip.

“No excuses.”

His face was so close to mine now that I could feel the heat of his breath, the tension radiating from mery inch of his body. His eyes were mercilent, stripping me bare in ways I didn’t know were possible.

“You belong to me. Nikolai,” he repeated, slower this time, like he wanted to carve the words into my very ones. “Your fare. Your body. Your reputation. Everything.”

A shiver ran dosen my spine. Part of me wanted to push him away, to scream that he didn’t own me.

But the other part, the part that scared me most, wanted to believe him.

Wanted someone to claim me. To care enough to get angry-

Even if it was twisted and wrong.

Alessandro’s fingers loosened in my hair, trailing down the side of my face with a roughness that sent sparks across my skin. His thumb brushed my bottom Ip slow and deliberate.

“You need to learn,” he murmured, almost to himself.

“Learn what?” I whispered, barely able to breathe. His lips curved into something cold, something dangerous.

“Submission”

The word hit me harder than any slap, “Forgive me, I spoke quickly. I’didn’t want to be taken into the pubishment room.

“Only I get to touch you like this. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, I nodded quickly.

His face twisted into something darker and then suddenly, he crashed his mouth onto mine.

Has lips were warm and rough, moving against mine with unrelenting force, bruising and claiming all at once. His grip in my hair held me firm, tilting head just where he wanted it, while his body pressed into mine, overwhelming me.

He showed me back down pito the sofa, crawling over me without breaking the kiss. I melted beneath him, powerless and desperate as his arms locked me in place.

Alessandre He was really kissing me

It was too hard to read his mind. He was angry before but now he was kissing me like he was in love with me… like I didn’t piss him off.

And goddammit… he smelled so good it made my head spin. That dark, tich scent, undessably him. His hands roamed over me like he was starved, and I was already drunk on his touch.

My thoughts blurred. The world around faded.

Chapter 89

We pulled at each other’s clothes like the air was on fire. Urgency drowned out logic, until shirts, pants, everything ended up scattered corosi cock throbbed painfully in my boxers, my skin on fite just from the way is touched me.

I ran my hands across his chest, his mms anywhere Lcould reach needing to kn

this was real. That he was real.

A strangled moan escaped his lips as he finally broke the kiss. His mouth was red and swollen, wrecked from mut kits—and I’d never seen anything better a

“I missed this,” he panted, voice thick with desire. His erection pressed hard against me, thick and urgent.

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