FreshyGore

"Shhhh," he cut me off, his palms spreading on the revealed skin of my abdomen. His index fingers made their way into the waistband of my sweatpants as he pressed his front closer to my behind. 

"Don't shush m-" I tried to argue.

"I said so," he stated, his tone going deeper as his hand went lower, this time to the waistband of my panties. I couldn't control my breathing anymore, more so as his teeth lightly grazed my neck. "So you better obey."

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They say "A night in Vegas can change your life."
Rachel didn't think this saying would apply to her. Well that was until she opened the door of her hotel room after a crazy night out.

As a marriage certificate is shoved in her face, she notices a glistening diamond on her ring finger.

The piece of paper turns out to be legit as stated by the lawyer who presented it. What's more shocking is that her said husband is Lorenzo Caden Peters, one of the best actors in the world and soon to be CEO of the biggest textile company around the globe.

How would their life turn out?

To Love & To Hold

__Now your legs are wrapped around me__

I had no idea what got in my head as in that moment, I felt the need to run away from those piercing grey eyes. However the plan backfired as the second I shot out from his hold and tried to escape, the back of my knee got caught on the hand of the couch and I ended up landing unceremoniously on the cushion.

His eyes widened in surprise and he took a step back, caught of guard by my abrupt movements. His irises changed to almost green in worry but lightened in mockery as they took in my beautiful posture.

"What are you doing?" He asked, voice hoarse as he aimed to discard the humor from his tone. I was sprawled, one leg hanging on the couch, the other feet meeting the cold tiles and my hand trying their best to shield my face from his sight.

"You know, just practicing a killer pose for an upcoming fashion show," I murmured in pure sarcasm as shame clouded my whole being as he continued to stare.

Legs