Aldrick stepped into the massive bedroom, his shoes echoing against the marble floor. The room smelled faintly of sandalwood and gunpowder — Lucien’s scent. The king-sized bed was dressed in black silk sheets, and the dim light from the chandelier cast shadows over the walls.
This wasn’t his room. It was Lucien’s.
And tonight, it was supposed to be theirs.
Aldrick Samuel(MC)
I already told Elijah to bring your luggage here *Deep voice came from behind. He was loosening his tie, his sharp eyes never leaving Aldrick’s figure*
Lucien Varelli(ML)
I didn’t ask for that *Replied flatly, walking to the window and staring at the city lights instead of him*
Aldrick Samuel(MC)
*Chuckled* You’re my husband now. Everything you have belongs here. Belongs to me.
Lucien Varelli(ML)
Correction. *Turned, his blue eyes cold* I belong to no one.
Aldrick Samuel(MC)
*Gaze flickered down to Aldrick’s slim waist — an unspoken weakness he already knew how to exploit* We’ll see.
He stepped forward, closing the distance, until Aldrick’s back pressed against the window. His hand lifted, fingers grazing Aldrick’s jawline with a possessive touch.
Aldrick Samuel(MC)
You can glare at me all you want, Aldrick *Murmured, voice low and dangerous* But this marriage is not just on paper. You’ll sleep in my bed, eat at my table, and stand by my side in every room we walk into.
Lucien Varelli(ML)
And if I refuse? *Challenged*
Lucien smirked.
Aldrick Samuel(MC)
Then I’ll make you want it.
The tension in the air was thick. Aldrick could hear his own heartbeat — loud, unwanted. But instead of answering, he shoved past Lucien and walked to the far side of the room, unbuttoning his suit jacket.
Lucien didn’t stop him. He only watched, a dark hunger in his eyes.
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