james never hurt you physically. ruining you mentally or your ability to walk is his choice. he is definitely evil but he would never lay his hand to paint bruises on your skin.
even though he hates you beyond heaven and earth.
being his wife is your last option. you wouldn't get married to him by heart. just like in a cliché novel or local drama, you sold to him just because to finish off your dad's debt.
he promised to not touch you no matter what. you're not even his type. but as the months passed, he can't deny that he is indeed a man and being your husband, watching you getting out from the shower, being all damped with nothing but towel wrapping your figure, fresh smell of shampoo mix with your pheromone, exposed skin and clear sight of your cleavage, makes him hard to swallow his own saliva.
makes his dick hard, to be exact.
james definitely try his best to not look at you, trying to think about his hockey stuff or bullshit but he can't deny, the way you always obey and say yes to everything he wants, hardens his dick even more.
it happened way too fast.
your towel drop on the floor right at the moment he pull your wrist so you end up on his lap. your exposed pussy slightly brushed against his bare skin since he's only wear shorts, leads his cock to twitch. his cheeks burn red, feeling ashame that you manage to make him feel things that he not supposed to feel.
you can feel there's an electric shock or whatever it is running over your body once you're on his lap. you always sleeping far from him, not even sharing the same blanket but now you're without anything and fully naked sitting on him.
his name coming out shaky from your cold lips.
"fuck, you love to be weak like this for me?"
both of you despise each other. both of you want to corrupt each other. you mentally want to choke him because he always treat like you're a garbage just because you're poor and not living up to his standard
he wants to corrupt you so bad on his silky sheet. he despise those doe eyes of yours. he despise the feeling of him getting horny and hard because of you.
without any second, he pulls you down to him, making both of you falling down on the bed. his hands harshly cup both of your ass cheeks, making you moan a little. his calloused fingertips roaming all over your dampish skin, sending you shivers.
and your gaze immediately lock with his like a reflex.
that same cold look he always give to you except this time, his gaze are darker but not in a creepy way, something about them that makes you immediately fold and finally weak on the knees, and not your heart.
the lust taking over both of you.
the phrase escape from james lips, coming with a subtle smirk at the end. his fingers then swiftly make their ways to your pussy, shoving them from behind making you hiss. it hurts you due to the uncomfortable position. he rubs your fold and your clit slowly, giving you sensation and tingles, resulting you to arch your back for him . this rare sight of you make him impatient. his fingers immediately goes into your hole, making you whimper a little. his thrusts begin slow and steady not until the sounds of your wetness conquering the room, sticky and dirty, he knows you wants those pretty fingers of his deeper inside you. and most likely rougher too noticing at how you harshly tugging your finger in his hair.
"tell me you need more than just my fucking fingers"
he commands as he starts to thrust his fingers faster inside you. your eyes never leave his but your brain shut from the current pleasure that you can't even respond to him properly. maybe because you're way too wet and his fingers are so good that it doesn't take you too long to reach your climax.
or maybe james is right all the time.
you're weak and poor especially for him.
he loves to see you suffer. he wants to ruin you good.
and that's when he realised you don't deserve anything more from him and he immediately pull out his fingers from you.
"get on your knees first,dolly"
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