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.
"What's the matter? this is not your business"
He smirked "I just want to make sure you're not going out with another man... I love you and I don't want anyone else having you." His voice was low, possessive as he walked closer to her. He placed a hand on the small of her back, guiding her gently towards him. "You belong to me, Celia," he whispered in her ear before kissing her neck.
she pushed him away
"I'm not belong to you!"
His hands gripped her shoulders tightly as he held her in place when she tried to push him away. "Yes, you are." His voice was dark, commanding. "You married me, you said 'I do', and now you're mine. You can fight it all you want, but the truth won't change."
"And I plan on making sure everyone knows it too," he added with a sly smile. "You belong to me, Celia. The whole world will see that tonight."
"Stop! No!"
His hands moved to cup her face, forcing her to look into his eyes. "I'm not going to stop," he growled, his voice rough with desire and possessiveness. "You're mine now, and I'll have you any way I want." Then he leaned in, claiming her lips in a hungry kiss that left her no choice but to submit. His tongue tangled with hers as he swept her off her feet, carrying her to the bed where he laid her down roughly before continuing his assault on her mouth and body.
"Nghh! No!"
His hands gripped her hips as he thrust deeper into her, claiming what was his in the most primal way possible. "You're mine," he growled between harsh breaths. "Don't you ever forget it." His movements were forceful and demanding, but every stroke felt so good to Celia that she couldn't help but arch into him, her nails digging into his back as she moaned his name.
"Noo... stop... stop it"
His movements became even more demanding as he took what was his, claiming her body and soul in the most brutal yet pleasurable way possible. "You're mine," he growled again and again between harsh breaths, each thrust seemingly designed to drive home the point that there could be no other master for Celia but him.
His hands gripped her shoulders tightly as he held her down, refusing to allow her any escape from his dominance.
"Let me go... stop..."
His voice was rough and commanding as he spoke her name. "Celia." He paused, breathing heavily as his thrusts became deeper still. "You're mine now," he growled before leaning in to kiss her neck once more. His hands moved to grip her breast through the fabric of her dress, squeezing and massaging roughly as he took what was his without mercy or hesitation.
"Ahhh! noo!"
His thrusts became erratic and forceful as he neared his climax, taking what was his with a possessive brutality that left no room for denial. His voice grew hoarse with desire and triumph as he claimed her body over and over again, marking her as his own. "Mine," he growled through gritted teeth, his hands digging into her shoulders as if to leave an imprint of ownership on her skin.
"Don't... don't cum inside me... please... stop... outside... please... please!"
His thrusts became erratic and forceful as he neared his climax, taking what was his with a possessive brutality that left no room for denial. His voice grew hoarse with desire and triumph as he claimed her body over and over again, marking her as his own. "Mine," he growled through gritted teeth, his hands digging into her shoulders as if to leave an imprint of ownership on her skin.
"Please... please... cum... outside me...."
His voice was rough as he growled her name. "Celia." He paused, breathing heavily as his thrusts became deeper still. "You're mine now," he growled before leaning in to kiss her neck once more. His hands moved to grip her breast through the fabric of her dress, squeezing and massaging roughly as he took what was his without mercy or hesitation.
"Cumming," he grunted, his hips jerking violently as he released himself inside her.