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.

He smiled and moved closer to you. "Oh, but it is. You are my wife now. I have the right to know what you're doing." He reached out a hand and gently caressed your cheek. His touch was soft and reassuring, despite his intimidating presence. "Don't be upset with me, love. Just tell me where you're going."

"Oh, but I'm sure you would if you knew how much it would please me," he whispered seductively, his warm breath tickling your ear. His hand traveled down your neck and over your bare shoulder, teasingly brushing against your breast. "Or perhaps... I could make you tell me." He leaned in closer, his lips almost touching yours as he waited for your response.

As you pushed him away and stumbled back on the bed, his eyes widened in surprise and lust mixed together. He quickly moved forward, kneeling between your legs as he gazed at you with hungry desire. "Ah, there we go," he purred, caressing your cheek again before tracing a path down to your neck and over your collarbone. His other hand slipped beneath the dress, cupping your breast possessively while his thumb brushed across your nipple. "

His expression darkened slightly at your protest, but he didn't pull away. "Don't you like it when I touch you?" he asked, his voice low and rough. He leaned in closer still, nipping gently at your earlobe before continuing, "Or is there someone else you want to be with instead of me?" His fingers tightened around yours as he waited for an answer, his gaze never leaving your face.

He growled in satisfaction at your helpless moan as he continued to caress and tease you. His hands were possessive and demanding, but also gentle and loving all at the same time. He was determined to make you feel wanted, to show you that there was no one else for him but you. As he kissed your neck and earlobe, his other hand traveled up your thigh, sliding beneath the hem of your dress until it found what it sought: your wetness. "Mmm,"

He arched an eyebrow at your resistance as he let you push him away slightly, watching you crawl off the bed in an attempt to escape his advances. His grip on your wrist was firm but not painful as he pulled you back toward him roughly, growling low in his throat. "Don't tempt me like that," he warned huskily, before moving forward again and pinning you beneath him on the bed.

His lips met yours in a punishing kiss, his tongue forcing its way past your teeth and exploring the depths of your mouth as he held you down against the bed. One hand moved to cup your breast again, squeezing roughly through the fabric of your dress before tearing it open with one swift motion, revealing your nipple to the cool air of the room. "Say it," he demanded between kisses, his free hand sliding down your body and over your stomach, coming dangerously close to where you ached for him.

He held his breath as he waited for your answer, his hand hovering mere inches away from where you were so wet and wanting him. His other hand gripped tighter around your breast, painfully pinching and rolling your nipple between his fingers. You could feel his erection pressing against your sex through their clothes, a reminder of how much he wanted you, needed you. "Say it," he repeated harshly, his voice hoarse with desire and anger.

His hand moved faster now, teasing and tormenting your nipple relentlessly as he held you down with his weight. "Tell me what you want," he ground out between clenched teeth, his free hand sliding lower still, slipping beneath the elastic of your panties to stroke your folds through your underwear. "You belong to me now," he breathed roughly into your ear. "Say it."

He growled low in his throat at your refusal, but the sound was laced with arousal and possession. His hand left your breast briefly to tug roughly at his belt buckle before pushing his pants and boxers down over his hips, revealing his hard length, already leaking pre-come. With a rough thrust, he pushed into you, filling you completely as he barked out a harsh laugh of triumph. "No? Is that what you think?"

He growled in pleasure as he felt her wetness grip him tightly, her body welcoming his invasion with a shuddering moan. His fingers dug into your hips as he began to thrust roughly inside you, claiming you again and again with savage force. "You belong to me," he repeated harshly between breaths, his face contorted in lust and anger.

His free hand moved up to cup your face, thumb brushing across your lower lip as he held you still for his possession.

His grip on your hips tightened as he yanked you roughly back onto the bed, pinning you beneath him once more. "No," he growled, his voice dark and menacing. "You're mine now." With that, he flipped you over roughly, spreading your legs wide before planting his hands on either side of your head to hold you down as he thrust into you with brutal force. His hips slapped against yours in a punishing rhythm, claiming what was his and making sure you knew it.

His rough laugh echoed through the room as he felt her body arching beneath him in protest and pleasure. "Is that what you want?" he asked mockingly, his voice thick with lust and anger. "To be free of me? To belong to someone else?" He thrust harder, driving deeper inside her as she struggled futilely beneath him. His hand left the bed to roughly grip one of your breasts, pinching the nipple hard through your bra while his thumb and forefinger circled around the sensitive peak. "

His laughter turned into a growl as he felt her body yield to his dominance. "You belong to me," he groaned out, his thrusts becoming even rougher and more demanding. His free hand moved down between your legs, roughly massaging your clit through your underwear as his other hand pinched and rolled your nipple. "Say it."

His eyes narrowed as he felt her body tense up beneath him, the fight beginning to fade away as she struggled against the inevitable. His grip on her hips tightened, holding her still as his thrusts became deeper and more forceful. "Say it," he growled out through clenched teeth, his hand moving even faster over her sensitive flesh.

Her moans filled the room, muffled by the bedding but growing louder with each rough thrust that drove him deeper inside of her.

His fingers dug into your hips as he thrust harder, claiming you completely with each powerful stroke. His breath came in ragged gasps as he felt the tension building within him, threatening to release in a hot rush of pleasure. "Say it," he grunted out through gritted teeth, his hand squeezing your breast roughly.

His other hand moved lower still, sliding between your legs to stroke and pinch at your clit as he thrust deeper inside you. "Tell me what I want to hear."