Sydney

When we arrived home, it was late at night. Most of the households were already asleep. I was exhausted and all I wanted to do was relax in a warm bath. Aiden escorted me to our room and muttered something about meeting with someone. I just shrugged.

My belongings had been unpacked and carefully organised in a large walk-in closet. Looking around, I noticed that the room was considerably larger than my apartment.
I was able to quickly identify the restroom that was adjacent to the closet. It was large and well-designed. There was a large oval-shaped sunken bath in the middle of the bathroom, as well as a shower stall and a countertop with all of the essentials.

'Rich folks know how to have a good time,' I thought. I came across some lavender bath oils and sprinkled them over the hot water. I stripped off my clothes and dove into the bath. It was fantastic. I let my thoughts wander back to the previous week. In a week, a lot had happened. My mind wandered to my 'husband,' and I wondered about his character. I was also curious as to how many other women he had brought with him prior to me. Did they bathe in the same tub?
To my horror, I had a vision of Aiden in bed with an anonymous woman! I quickly opened my eyes since it left a horrible taste in my mouth. So, what did I expect? Aiden was a playboy. He married me to placate his grandfather, and he'd dump me as soon as he'd had enough of me. For him, I was nothing more than a disposable item. He'd said it himself. I felt compelled to cry for some reason. I climbed out of the bathtub, pushing that notion aside. I covered myself in some fluffy towels I found in one of the cabinets.

I walked up to the chest of drawers where I'd left my clothes and bent to open the drawers, utterly oblivious to the very massive, lean, muscular body laying splayed on the bed, staring at me.

A throaty, powerfully masculine voice drawled from the bed, "Well hello there."

I yelled, swung around, and automatically wrapped my arms around my semi-naked form.

"Don't you think it's a little late for that?" Aiden observed dryly, arrogantly cutting one of his brows. His glistening gaze shuddered with something unsettling.

"I mean, there isn't anything I haven't seen before." He got up from his bed and walked over to me.

My voice trembled slightly as I spoke, "I... I wasn't expecting you."

"Did you have somebody else in mind?" He continued to move forwards.

"I thought you'd be late," I pleaded, a somewhat hysterical tone in my voice.

"What makes you think that?"

He replied with a ponderous tone.

I didn't know how to respond.

" I'd like you to stop covering yourself. Come on let's go to bed." There was a tiny glimmer of warning in his eyes.

I exhaled, "No," but it was too late. He'd thrown me on the bed after slinging me over his shoulder. He was on top of me before I could catch my breath.
He was heavy and incredibly aroused. I struggled, wriggling against him and watched in fascination as he groaned, his eyes closed and his face tortured.

"Stop that," he hissed, gripping my wrists and holding me to the mattress. Defiantly, I bucked, enflaming him further.

"Good lord," he muttered. He let out a tortured breath through his teeth, his eyes still closed. "Will you stop wriggling?"

I stilled, watching his expression with interest. "Why?"

"Because if you don't, I'm going to come in my pants, that's why!"

With calculated intent, I wriggled slightly, testing him. When his features contorted further, I deliberately ground my hips against him, and he swore, rocking his hips in response. Pleased with my success, I kept up the motion.
He stopped, suddenly, pressing me so hard into the mattress that I could not move at all as his full weight rested on me. My eyes widened in surprise and dismay. "No," I said desperately.

"Oh, yes," he said grimly. "You will not find me quite so easy to manipulate, my dear. I want to be inside you - and inside you, I will be."

His kiss hovered near to mine before gently settling over my lips. His lips were soft, velvety soft, and warm as they brushed against my lips. Then, cautiously, I felt the hot lick of his tongue at the corner of my mouth - my lips opened, and the kiss became harsh and punishing rather than soft. Little by bit, he ripped my wits, turning the tables. His tongue went inside my mouth with insolence, caressing harshly with demanding caresses. My mouth expanded wider, seeking more of him, more of his taste, even as I whimpered in dread at his anger. Then, all of a sudden, he was gone.

He sat up and shifted his weight away from my towel. It had already come undone. He knelt down to remove his shirt, and I heaved, unbalancing him just enough for me to scramble off the bed. He did nothing except watch, amused, as I trembled, unsure of his reaction, he continued to strip until he was completely naked, just like me. He then proceeded to approach me, pick me up, and place me back on the bed in a meticulous manner.

As he climbed to the top and opened my legs, he observed, "We'd save a lot of time, Sydney. If you'd just climb on the bed yourself, you'd save me the trouble of carrying you."

"Why?" I taunted, defiant to the last. "I would have thought that you would like the sense of power that you experience from being able to make others submit to your will."

He grinned, his magnificent white teeth flashing, and I wanted to hate him right then and there for having the capacity to dominate, fascinate, and, most unforgivably, make me crave him.

"It's impossible for me to deny that I enjoy it when you surrender to my will, sweetheart...but you don't. Why are you attempting to flee? It's not like this is our first time, right?"

"I didn't want it the first time, and I didn't want it any other time after that. I don't want it right now," I said, but it felt like a lie even as I said it.

"You mean you didn't want to do it? But isn't that not the case, Sydney? You were pretty willing, as I recall."

"I wasn't!" I vehemently disputed it.

"Oh?" He moved his body sensuously against my skin, and I realised for the first time that we were skin to skin, body to body, naked against each other. He gradually pushed my legs apart till his hips were resting in the cradle of my pelvis. "Are you certain?"

"Yes," I said, rather weakly.

He plunged inside. He bent his head, clamping his teeth around one of my breasts as I yelled, arching my back and pushed my breasts towards him. He began thrusting, moving fast, deep inside, as I cried like a small, hurt animal.

"Will you deny this, will you deny what we have?" My sweetheart, you may deny it all you want, but the reality is that what we have is real. You have a strong desire for me..."

He erupted in a shout of ecstasy, his sperm spurting deep inside in hot blasts as I tightened my grip on him. I shouted with pure, unadulterated ecstasy as he drove deep inside me one last time, clamping hot and wetly around him. My hands, finally free of his punishing grip, wrapped around his neck, clinging to him as the last traces of my orgasm faded away. I caved in, cursing myself inwardly for my weakness, resting into his familiar thickness, closing my eyes as sleep seized me, and feeling strangely safe. I awoke feeling wonderfully rested after a nice night's sleep. Aiden had vanished. For a brief period, I was unsure of my whereabouts. Then everything came gushing back to me! Last night was a disgrace! I sighed and threw myself down, pondering what I should do as I caressed his side of the bed unconsciously. I stopped and sat up abruptly. I could still feel his warm lips on me. I buried my face in my hands and groaned inwardly. I am not supposed to like it!
The ringing of my phone interrupted my self-condemning thoughts. That jolted me back to the present. I slid over to the side table and took my phone out of my pocket.

"Did you have a good night's sleep?" From the other end, Aiden said.

"Yes," I replied quickly.

"From the way you were snoring away, I figured so?"

"I don't snore and never have!" I retaliated.

"You do, Anyway, that's not the only reason I called you; I left a list of tasks for you to complete today on the table," he explained.

I walked over to the table, took out a notepad, and began reading over the list.

"I'll have lunch with you at 1 p.m., tea with you at 4 p.m., and dinner with you at 7 p.m."
What the hell is going on here? "Are you sure you don't have anything else to do?" I fought back.

"I'm a boss who expects a lot from my employees. But if my employees do a fantastic job, I reward them nicely," he taunted.

"Martha will give you a tour of the house; please let her know if there is anything else you require. If I am unavailable, you may contact Jennifer. Don't walk out alone; Peter, the security guard, will take you. If you want to go out," he said.

"Then I am virtually a prisoner here?"

"Relax, not for long, I don't want you to get mobbed by the reporters. Eventually, they would get bored and stop pestering. By the way, there are two people you might not want to get acquainted with…," said Aiden.

"And who would that be?" I asked curiously.

"My stepmother and half-brother," he replied dully.