KADE

    55 bvouchers /b

    “What are you doing?b” /bbI /basked Bedonna who stood naked in front of me. A candle was the only light in the room, and I think that was where the scent came from. The second scent was oozing from Bedonna. She smelled soft and tempting.

    “What does it look like I’m doing, marito?b” /bshe asked, her voice a low purr, her eyes half closed.

    I finally gave in to the temptation and looked away from her eyes, my gaze trailing down. It took everything in me to keep my face nk.

    She had the perfect body that was enough to lure anybody in, with curves in all the right ces, her skin fair, looking soft and delicate. The smallest touch would leave a mark a skin like that.

    But her hair was more luring, how ck and long they were. It was as ck as ink, and so soft like silk. All these were enough ta tempt a man and a lesser man might have given in, but not me.

    “Your eyes, Kade,” she whispered, cing her hand gently on my chest like she was seeking permission. “Try bas /byou may to stay nk, your eyes give you away. They’re growing heated the longer your gaze remains on me.”

    “Stop spouting nonsense,” I snarled, wanting to take her hand off me but I couldn’t bring myself to. It wasn’t nonsense of course, but she didn’t need to know that. We didn’t need to act like a real husband and wife. We didn’t need to get closeb. /bI wanted us to remain as we were, with that tall wall between us.

    But Bedonna wasn’t one to back down. b“/bIs it really nonsense?” She raised an eyebrow. “Do you know, Kade, ithat /iyour body bgrows /bmore heated when you’re turned on? I mean you already have a high temperature, but it grows higher when you’re aroused, so much so that I could feel it without pressing myself to you. So no need denying this.”

    I didn’t, I just stayed silent, but when her hand started moving, I snapped and grabbed her wrist. I didn’t tighten my hold on her, bI /bbjust /bheld it gently because I didn’t want to leave any marks. Not a single mark that tied me to her.

    “Stop,” I snarled, leaning in and getting close to her face. “Fucking stop this, Bedonna.”

    “Why?” she snapped, her eyes growing hard. “We’re married, ain’t we? So why can’t-”

    “We’re married only by name,” I growled, my grip tightening slightly on her wrist, but I quickly dropped it like it burned me. I looked down at bit/b, and there bwas /bthe slightest bruise. I gritted my teeth, pushing past her. “Get out.”

    “We’re married only by name?” bshe /basked, turning so she was facing me, but I didn’t look at her as I took off my tie. “Really, Kade?”

    “Yes, Bedonna.” I took off my jacket next, my body still hot and I needed a cold shower more than anything to calm my body and my half–erect dick. “Really. We didn’t get married by choice, we got married for business. And you got married so you could get your inheritance.”

    I felt her go still, but I still focused on undressing. “What? You thought I wouldn’t know?” I finally turned to her, popping my buttons, that familiar taste of anger burning in my mouth anytime I was reminded of this, but I swallowed it. She stared at me, her lips pressed together, her fists clenched. “Tell me, what am I really gaining from this marriage, Bedonna? Let me banswer /bthat; absolutely fucking nothing. Instead, I had my life taken from me, and I was thrown into this unfamiliar territory. And on top, I had my shares taken from me. So tell me what the fuck am I gaining from this?!b” /b

    I didn’t mean to shout, I didn’t mean to lose my temper, but fuck…

    bI’ve /bbbeen /bkeeping everything bottled up since I arrived, going to work and doing what was bexpected /bbof /bthe husband bof /bbthe /bfuture CEO, while keeping a wall between bme /band everybody else. And I lived while being careful bwith /bbmyself /bbecause bwith /b

    5:00 pm P PPDb. /b

    the slightest push, I could snap. And this was the push.

    155 bvouchers /b

    I took a step towards her, and she just stood there frozen. “You have nothing to say? Why, I never thought Bedonna Iannelli could be speechless.”

    “Kade…” was all she could manage, swallowing, her bottom lip trembling.

    Why did she look tortured when I was the one taking all the blows? That pissed me off even more.

    Another step forward, my teeth bared at me. “Kade, what? ‘Kade, I’m sorry for trying to make your life more miserable?‘ Is that what you were going to say? If it’s not, then I don’t want to hear it. I’m already tortured enough, don’t add to it.”

    I turned to head into the bathroom but her hand grabbed me. I turned and looked at her, my eyes hard.

    ‘Why are you doing this like I was the one who arranged this marriage?” she asked, her voice trembling. “Like I’m the one who took everything away from you. It was our fathers, Kade, not me. I have no hand in thisb, /bso why… why this hatred?”

    I looked at her, my jaw clenched. Hatred? No, I didn’t hate her. What I hated was her advances on me. How she kept trying even though I had built this wall between us. She was trying to tear it down and make her way to me, but I couldn’t let that

    happen.

    ‘Is it because of her?” she asked before I could even say anything, her expression transforming and growing hard. “That bitch that has your heart? bIs /bshe the reason why you’re this hostile to me?”

    I said nothing. Let her think what she wants.

    ‘Let go,” I said calmly, tugging at my arm that she still held tightly. “I have to go take a shower.”

    Her grip only tightened. “Answer me, Kade! Is it true?” But she didn’t give me any space to answer before she went on. It seems like she finally snapped. “What’s so special about her anyway? Does she fuck good? Is that it? Then I can do better.”

    Disgust curled in my guts. I grabbed her hair and her eyes widened. I brought my face so close to hers, we were sharing air.

    ‘Is that all you can think about?” I asked, my voice almost like a growl. “Sex? Sex? Sex? Is that all your brain cane up with? What about the fact that she didn’t force me into a marriage? Or she doesn’t try to have her way every chance she gets?”

    ‘I didn’t force you into this marriage,” she snarled, her eyes red, her teeth bared.

    i“/iCorrect. You didn’t. But what about trying to have your way with me? What about sex being the only thing you ever think of?” She said nothing to that, just stared at me. The fact that she didn’t try to deny it, made me more angry than I thought I

    could.

    I released her hair, my eyes fixed on hers as I unbuckled my belt. “Fine, then. Fine.” I unbuttoned my pants, dragging them down with my boxer briefs. “Fine, Bedonna. Go down on your knees and suck my dick.”

    b2/2 /b

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