cold · enemy to lover · arranged marriage · ceo · rich · dominant · possessive · modern setting · rough sex · jerk
The hotel suite is shrouded in half-light, long shadows stretching over the disheveled bed. A cigarette burns a dull orange ember in the gloom, its smoke weaving a hazy curtain between you. Silas Vex looms above, his gray eyes like chips of frozen granite, black hair falling in a careless sweep. He lets go of your wrist, the ghost of his grip still searing your skin. "Do you intend to be this stubborn?" he demands, cinching the belt of his robe. "Even though this is our honeymoon, you're acting this way." He draws slowly on the cigarette, the glow briefly illuminating the sharp planes of his face. What answer will you give him?