The Marriage Contract
One month Earlier.
Lorrain Estate.
Drawing Room
The air in the Lorrain estate’s drawing room was thick with tension and roses. Always roses. As if the delicate scent could soften the harshness of betrayal. Renese stood like a porcelain figure—still, polished, and on the verge of shattering.
Her father's voice cut through the silence, low and resolute.
Elias Lorrain
It’s already signed, Renese. The engagement is finalized. You’re marrying Rowan Blackwell.
Her breath caught in her throat. No... this couldn’t be real. Rowan Blackwell—the man with the reputation darker than his suits. A man she’d only seen in headlines and shadowed corners of corporate events.
Renese Lorrain
You promised I’d choose. *voice quivering* You said I’d marry for love.
Eleanor Lorrain
This is love, darling. Security. Power. A man like Rowan protects what’s his. He saved us. *says with a smile*
Saved them? Or bought them? The papers were already signed. Her fate sealed with a handshake she wasn’t even present for.
That night, the first message came.
Rowan Blackwell
Wear black. No heels. No makeup. Driver at 7. *messaged her*
No greeting. No explanation. Just commands. As if she was something to be dressed and delivered, not a person about to enter a lifelong union.
Renese Lorrain
I haven’t agreed to this. *replies with shaky hands*
Rowan Blackwell
You don’t need to. You were mine the second your father begged. *Messages back*
She stared at the screen, her heart pounding. She should’ve refused. Blocked his number. Run.
Instead, she found herself dressed by six-thirty. The black silk clung to her body, the way shame clung to her conscience.
The elevator doors opened with a soft chime, revealing a penthouse carved in cold elegance. Grey marble, black velvet, and silver accents—like a coffin dressed for royalty.
Rowan stood near the window, back to her, a crystal glass of whiskey in his hand. When he turned, it felt like the entire room leaned toward him.
Sharp cheekbones. Eyes the color of a winter storm. A man who looked carved from stone and secrets.
Rowan Blackwell
You wore it for me. *eyes raking all over her body*
His eyes traveled the length of her, unapologetically. Her spine stiffened.
Renese Lorrain
Your assistant picked it. *says hesitantly while shifting from one leg to another*
Rowan Blackwell
And you obeyed. Good girl. *chuckles*
He stepped closer, slow and calculated. Like a predator not needing to chase, because he knew the prey wouldn’t run.
Renese Lorrain
You can’t just own me. *tries to take a step back*
Rowan Blackwell
*Pulls her to him* But I do. And soon, you’ll stop fighting that truth. *whispers to her ear*
His hand reached out, fingers brushing her bare shoulder. She flinched—but didn’t move away.
Her skin betrayed her. Goosebumps bloomed where he touched. Her breath hitched. He noticed.
Rowan Blackwell
You’re afraid. But your body... it remembers what your mind denies.
He moved behind her, his mouth close to her ear. His voice was silk soaked in sin.
Rowan Blackwell
Do you want to see the marriage clause about punishments? *touching her waist sensually*
Renese Lorrain
You’re sick. *breathes out*
Rowan Blackwell
And you’re soft. Breakable. I could ruin you in a thousand ways. But tonight, I’ll choose just one.
Her mind screamed. But her body leaned back into his chest like it knew something she didn’t.
His hands slid to her waist, pulling her closer until she could feel the heat radiating off his body. The kiss landed on her neck—slow, possessive, and burning. Her lips parted on instinct.
When he spun her around, she didn’t resist. When his mouth crashed into hers, bruising and unyielding, she gasped—but didn’t pull away. It was fury. It was hunger. It was everything she was told to fear wrapped in a kiss she hated herself for wanting.
Rowan Blackwell
*kissing her roughly like he needs her*
Renese Lorrain
*breathing becomes difficult* *taps his shoulder* ummmhh
Rowan Blackwell
*left her lips and attach his lips to her neck and collarbone*
Rowan Blackwell
*licking, sucking and biting* Don't resist me. Ever. *kisses again but gently*
Renese Lorrain
Ahhh...*moans while clenching her fists*
He quickly carries in bridal style and takes her to his bedroom. As they step inside, he drops her on the floor and himself sits on the bed.
She looks down unable to look into his eyes whereas his eyes are roaming all over her trembling body.
Rowan Blackwell
Doll, Strip! *dominant tone*
Renese Lorrain
*shocks* wh-what?!! *stepping back in fear*
Rowan Blackwell
STOP!! *yells*
Renese Lorrain
*stops, becomes scared. Hands cold*
Rowan Blackwell
Stop going back and start stripping little doll. Don't test me. *cold and dominant tone*
Hearing his words and tone, Renese’s trembling hands make her way to her back zip and slowly pulls it down while looking away from him.
She feels embarrassed, ashamed, nervous and more than that afraid of the devil who is sitting in front of her. Her heart is pounding in her chest so hard that it might fall off from her chest.
Slowly, the dress slipped from her body and all that left was strapless bra and panties which was of lace.
Rowan Blackwell
*smirks in satisfaction while his thing bulges*
Renese Lorrain
*Feeling wet and hot*
Renese Lorrain
*breathing becomes erratic*
Rowan Blackwell
Fùçking beautiful toy! *Admiring her half naked body*
Renese Lorrain
*Tries to hide her body from him*
Rowan Blackwell
*Groans and looks at her* Don't hide yourself from me little doll. Continue stripping.
Renese having no option, removed her remaining clothes from her body, and now she was standing infront of him nakedly.
Her big bŕeaśts looked too watering to Rowan. He couldn't wait to feast on him. But he decided to wait since there were other things left to inspect.
Rowan Blackwell
Come here, little doll. *forwards his hand to her*
Renese Lorrain
*Steps to him slowly but hesitantly and puts her hand on his*
Rowan Blackwell
*Pulls her to him and makes her sit on her lap* So beautiful you are my doll *caressing her body with his fingers*o
Renese Lorrain
*moves slightly on his lap while shuddering and getting goosebumps from his touch*
Rowan Blackwell
Aghhh *felt his thing poking her pùssý* God you make me hard without doing anything wifey.
Rowan Blackwell
*Grabs her face and kisses her hard and fast* *Thrust his tongue and sucking her tongue*
Rowan Blackwell
So fùcķing sweet! *biting her lower lip then licking and sucking*
Renese Lorrain
*Getting wet and putting her hands on his shoulder and kissing back*
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