Claimed By The Enemy

The forced contract

“The contracts have been signed.”

My father’s voice was as cold as stone. I looked at him, my heart sinking into my stomach.

“You will marry Rafael Morales,” Giovanni Vitale continued, not even looking at me.

My hands trembled. It wasn't just fear, it was a deep, freezing dread. Rafael was a monster, but to my family, he was the last hope in a war they were losing. I was being sold to save a sinking ship.

“What can I get you, sweetie?”

The bartender’s voice snapped me back to reality. I blinked, realizing I was sitting on a stool in a crowded, dark bar. The air was thick with smoke and the smell of stale perfume.

“Just water” I replied.

“A beautiful girl like you should be drinking something better than water,” a voice whispered behind me.

I turned. A man was standing far too close, his smile as fake as my sister’s. I felt a wave of discomfort.

“No, thank you” I said, my voice firm.

“Come on” he insisted, his hand dropping onto my shoulder. “Just one drink.”

I pulled away, looking around for help, but the crowd was too busy.

“I’m fine” I said, my voice starting to shake.

“Just one drink,” he repeated, leaning in. I opened my mouth to scream, but a new voice cut through the noise.

“She said no.”

The voice was low, rumbling, and dangerous. The man gripping my shoulder froze. His smile vanished, and he slunk away into the shadows without a word.

I turned to my savior. He was tall, with broad shoulders and dark eyes that held a thousand secrets. I felt a sudden, magnetic pull toward him. My heart hammered against my ribs as he sat on the stool next to mine.

“What do you want?” he asked. His voice was like velvet over gravel.

I had come here with a plan. It was simple, desperate, and dangerous. Find a stranger. Lose my virginity. Make the marriage contract void. If I wasn't a virgin, Rafael wouldn't want me.

“I want you” I said. My voice shook, but my gaze stayed steady.

He raised a dark eyebrow, looking genuinely surprised. “For what?”

“I want you to... to take my virginity.”

The words felt heavy, impossible. He stood up and moved behind my chair. He leaned down, his chest pressing against my back, trapping me. His lips brushed my ear, sending a thrill straight to my core.

“What do I get in return, Princess?”

“Me” I whispered. “And my virginity.”

He let out a slow, hot breath. He moved around to look into my eyes. “Why?”

“My family is trying to sell me,” I confessed, the words raw and painful. “I’d rather be ruined by a stranger than owned by a man like Rafael.”

He stood straight, his silence stretching out between us. Finally, he held out a large, scarred hand.

“Let’s go.”

I hesitated for a split second before slipping my hand into his.

“I’m not sure this is a good idea,” I murmured as he led me toward the hallway.

“It isn’t” he said, his grip firm. “But you asked for it.”

Our footsteps echoed in the quiet hall, my heart pounded louder than our steps, each turn, each stride felt like walking deeper into the unknown. I glanced up at him.

“ You're really going through with this?”

He glance down “ Are you backing out?” He raised his eyebrow.

“ No” I whispered.

We reached a door at the end of the hall. He unlocked it slowly, giving me one last chance to run. Then, he stepped aside.

“After you, Princess.”

I stepped into the room, and the door clicked shut behind us. The sound felt final.

“Still sure?” he asked, his voice low and almost tender.

“Yes.”

He stepped closer, brushing a stray hair behind my ear. His knuckles grazed my cheek, making my skin tingle.

“Then tonight” he murmured, “you are mine.”

He was close enough for me to feel the heat of his body, close enough to see the flicker of something dangerous in his eyes.

He moved his hands to the hem of my dress. “Take it off. Or I will.”

I didn't give myself time to think. I pulled the dress over my head, leaving me standing there in nothing but my red lace bra and panties. He didn't move, he just watched me with hungry eyes. I reached back and unclasped my bra, letting it fall.

His eyes locked on mine as I slipped my fingers into the sides of my panties.

“Give them to me,” he rasped. His voice was rougher now.

“What?”

“Your panties. Give them to me.”

I pulled the panties down my legs before stepping out of them, once it was off I handed it to him.

He stepped forward taking the panties from me, his eyes moving up and down my body before he slipped the panties in his pocket.

He moved forward and gripped the back of my neck. Then, for the first time in my life, I was kissed. It wasn't gentle. It was demanding. His tongue slid into my mouth, and I melted against him,

I felt the hard ridge of his c**k pressing against my stomach, even though the thick denim he wore.

His other hand sank to my waist, gripping me tightly making me moan in his mouth, I felt a sting on my butt which made me gasp and he slid his tongue into my mouth, kissing me and I melted against him more.

He lifted me and laid me gently on the bed, then stepped back standing at the edge, his eyes didn't leave mine as he began to undress himself, slow and confident, like he knew exactly what effect it had on me.

My heart hammered in my chest as he eased me down onto the edge and then pushed me back.

“ This is going to hurt”

He warned.

He gripped his stiff c**k and began to slide inside me inch by inch.

I winced, the sharp edge of discomfort catching me off guard, but his gaze was steady, unreadable

“ Are you okay ” He asked, concern on his face.

I opened her mouth to reply but no word came out so i nodded

He gave me a moment for the pain to fade, his eyes never leaving mine.

“ Look at me” He commanded

I looked, I saw a man who looked like he wanted to swallow me whole, I nodded and he began to move, he pushed in deep then pulled back, over and over. Each time he hit me, a spark of heat shot through her body.

“ You are so tight, princess” He groaned

“ More” I whispered, my hands clawing at his back.

He didn’t need to be told twice, he picked up his pace, his body slamming against mine with a thud, I felt my head toss back, a loud moan escaping my lips.

I didn’t feel like a princess anymore, I felt like a woman being claimed.

I wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, I wanted him closer, I wanted more as the heat between my legs grew tighter and tighter.

“ Please” I gasped, my hands clutching his sweat-slicked shoulders “ I don’t... I don’t know what’s happening”

“ I do “ He whispered, his voice rough. He leaned down and bit gently on the spot where my neck met my shoulder, making me cry out as the pleasure finally broke over me.

“ Give it to me, Princess, let it go”

I arched my back, my breath hitching as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, I felt like I was falling and flying at the same time.

He didn’t stop, he pushed even harder, his own body tensing. With one last, deep thrust, he groaned as finished inside me.

He stayed on top of me for a minute, his heart beating fast against my chest, he pulled back, stared at her and then he stood up and went to the bathroom.

I pulled the dark silk sheet up her chin, I could still smell him on my skin, his scent was everywhere I felt exhausted, but for the first time, I felt free. Within seconds, I drifted into a deep sleep.

Inside the bathroom, the stranger didn’t turn on the light as he splash cold water on his face. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the panties she had given him.

He didn't need to ask for her name. He had seen her face in the files his men had brought him weeks ago. Isabella Vitale. The Vitale Princess.

He walked back into the bedroom and stood at the edge of the bed. He watched the way her chest rose and fell in her sleep.

In the bar, she had been brave and defiant. But now, she just looked fragile. Her dark hair was spread across the white pillow like silk. Her skin looked soft and glowing in the moonlight.

He thought about the photographs his men had given him weeks ago. He had spent hours staring at those grainy, blurry pictures of her. He thought he knew what she looked like.

But the photographs didn't do her any justice.

Up close, she was breathtaking. The pictures hadn't captured the perfect curve of her jaw or how long her eyelashes were against her cheeks. She wasn't just a target anymore. She was the most beautif

ul thing he had ever seen, and he had just claimed her as his own.

He leaned down, his breath brushing against her ear.

“ Sleep well, Princess” He whispered into the silence. He turned away, the shadow swallowing him as he walked toward the door