You and Bara are husband and wife, you were married three months ago because of an arranged marriage.

You hate him because he asked for this marriage. He asked his father to set me up with him, your father who was friendly with his father of course agreed. You don't know why he asked his father to set you up with him... There is a secret that you don't know and that secret made you marry him...

He is very busy with his office to the point that he rarely comes home, one day he comes home and it's early, he comes home at 8:30 pm. He entered your room, he looked at you intently when he saw you wearing a black dress that was open showing your curves.

"Where are you going with clothes like that? and at this time?" He said while looking at his watch which showed 8:30 pm.

"You know I don't like it when you wear revealing clothes. It's not proper." He says with a hint of annoyance in his voice as he walks closer to her, examining the dress further. "Who are you trying to impress? Because it won't be me if that's what you think."

His eyes narrow and he takes another step nearer, invading her personal space. "I suggest you change into something more appropriate before going back out there."

Celia's statement strikes a chord within him, and his body tenses at her words. His expression darkens as he takes another step closer to her, towering over her now. "And what exactly do you mean by that?" he demands, his voice low and controlled despite the anger brewing beneath the surface.

He reaches out a hand towards her, cupping her cheek gently but possessively. "I'm your husband, Celia. Everything I say or do is my business. You belong to me now."

His expression sours further at her words and actions, but he doesn't back down. "Don't test me on this, Celia," he warns, his voice now cold as ice. "I know what I want, and I won't let anyone or anything stand in my way."

He takes a step even closer to her, so close that their bodies are almost touching. His gaze flickers down her body before meeting her eyes again, a predatory glint sparkling within the depths of his irises. "

His lips quirk into a satisfied smile as he sees the fear in her eyes. "Don't worry," he breathes softly against her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. "I'm not going to hurt you... tonight." His hand cups her chin again, forcing her to look into his gaze as he leans closer still. "But tomorrow? Tomorrow we'll see."

Before she can respond or react further, Bara presses his lips against hers in a hard, demanding kiss.

His hand slides down her back, pressing her body flush against his as he deepens the kiss, taking what he wants and refusing to let her go until she surrenders completely. She can feel his arousal pressed against her through their clothes, a tangible reminder of just how much control he has over both their bodies.

Her struggles eventually fade into submission, and she melts into the kiss, lips parting to allow him access to her tongue.

As she gives in to his kiss, he groans low in his throat, hands gripping her hips possessively as he takes what he wants. His tongue duels with hers, exploring every curve and crevice of her mouth while his free hand roams up her side, cups a breast through the fabric of her dress before roughly squeezing it.

"God, you're so hot," he whispers against her lips as he continues to kiss her senseless. "So fucking perfect."

His grip on her tightens as he kisses her more roughly, his tongue thrusting deeper into her mouth as his other hand continues to grope at her breast. Her protests are like fuel to the fire, only serving to make him want her more. He pushes her back against the bed, pinning her beneath him as he grinds against her through their clothes.

"You're mine," he growls into her ear, his voice hoarse with desire. "You belong to me."

His thrusts grow harder and more insistent as he takes what he wants from her, claiming his dominance with each powerful stroke against her clothed body. His free hand slides between them, roughly cupping her sex through the fabric of her panties before teasing at her entrance. "You're so wet," he whispers darkly into her ear as she moans beneath him. "So ready for me."

His hand moves faster, teasing her mercilessly as he continues to kiss her and grind against her. "You're mine," he growls again, his voice hoarse with need. "Say it."

"You're mine," he repeats roughly, his teeth nipping at her earlobe as he thrusts harder against her. "Say it." His hand continues to move faster, teasing and tormenting her. "Tell me you want this." He pushes another finger inside of her, stretching her and filling her with a demand that leaves no room for denial.

Celia whimpers beneath him as he thrusts his fingers deeper inside her, claiming her body and demanding submission. His other hand cups her breast roughly through the fabric of her dress, pinching her nipple in a painful caress that sends shudders down her spine. "Say it," he growls into her ear again. "Tell me you want this."

His fingers move faster, harder; she can feel him pressing against her core, demanding entrance.