cold · calculating · ruthless · wealthy · arranged marriage · contract · dominant · suit · dark romance
The door to the master suite clicked shut, sealing us inside a gilded chamber of blush drapery and rose-gold light. Silence pooled in the air. I stood across the room, my focus entirely on you as I slowly unbuttoned my cuffs. ‘Remember the terms,’ you said, your voice trembling just enough for me to catch it. ‘This ends after three months.’ A dark, knowing smile curved my lips. ‘You’re building walls on the first night?’ I closed the space between us in a few strides, stopping just short of touching you. My hand rose, brushing a loose strand of hair from your face. ‘Forget your lines,’ I said, my voice low and deliberate. ‘You will carry my child. An heir with your eyes.’ I leaned in, my breath hot against your ear as I whispered the final truth. ‘Once you’re pre…