You are no wife to me, do you get it?" 
He said, stepping forward crushing my already thinned personal bubble.

"I am marrying you because of circumstances. The sooner you feed that to your peanut size brain, the better it will be for you and me. Do you understand?". Pushing me back against the wall with so much force it made me grunt at impact. Intense pain shot through my body when he pressed himself on me. It was like he was trying to ram me into the wall or something! Asshole- idiot- Big fat S-O-B. All these curses were going through my mind. 

All I want to do now is scratch his arrogant face and give him a feel of his own medicine. However, in this compromising position, I am right now! I can hardly move. So, all I did was look straight into his eyes and glared back with the same intensity. I try to break free by pushing and squirming. Alex had me in a grip so tight it felt like a hulk holding me down, so hard that it was painful. I tried to look away, but his voice made me freeze. "Answer me. Do not look away when I am talking to you bit*h!”.

 “Do-You-Get-What-I-Just Said? Or do I need to make myself a little clearer? hmm?" 

"Yes, I get it. I'm-Not-Your-Wife." "Believe it or not, I have no interest in being your wife," I said, more like spat it out, it was like poison coming out of my mouth.

 "Why are you smirking at me bitch?" he asked. Completely oblivious to what is about to come. I composed my happiness concealing it with my ‘I’m am innocent, like a kitty look’. "Oh, you're about to find out," I said.

The Hurt Of Billionaire

Never in my whole life had I thought I would be here, in this situation pinned against the wall, when Alex Rome his hand all over my body, touching it everywhere. 


My tears keep falling, and my mind keeps repeating the last time I was in this situation. 


Alex keeps assaulting my lips with his punishing my mouth. His free hand Rome down my body, caressing every curve he could get hold of. I can't feel the pain in the situation anymore. 


It felt good when he touched me like that. His hands were experts in what they were doing. 


It was a mental assault for me when he touched me that way. 


I Felt his breath picking up its beet, his tongue fighting mine for undivided attention, and his anger looking for more than just a mental release. 


I, at some point, stopped fighting the restraint I held up so far from him. 


I did what I was not supposed to do. I let my guards down. I, Regan Oxford, admit my crime, and that crime was I let him do what he wanted with my body. 


Chapter 41