Forced by the billionaire

The bedroom was completely dark. Thick curtains blocked every bit of light from outside. Only the small blue numbers on the clock showed 2:17 a.m. Ariella could barely see anything, but she felt Dylan’s strong hand holding both her wrists above her head against the pillow. She was breathing fast and hard. ‎ ‎“Stop it!” she shouted, her voice shaking with fear and anger. She tried to twist away, kicking her legs up, scratching at his arm. “Dylan, get off me! Leave me alone! I will scream!” ‎He put his other hand over her mouth, pressing just enough to keep her quiet. His body was heavy on top of her. She smelled his usual cologne. ‎ ‎“You keep saying my name in your sleep every night,” he said close to her ear, his voice low. “Stop acting like you don’t want this.” ‎She bit his hand hard. He made a sharp sound but did not move away. Instead, he pushed her thighs apart with his knee. ‎ ‎The thin strap of her nightdress tore. Cool air touched yer skin, then his hot, wet tongue found her n****e. He sucked on her n****e. A sharp feeling shot straight down her body. ‎ ‎Tears filled her eyes. “Please… don’t do this…” she broke into a small sob. ‎But her body moved on its own. Her back arched up a little. Her hips lifted once, pressing against him without meaning to. ‎ ‎Dylan gave a quiet laugh. He took his hand off her mouth and kissed down her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Her skin already had marks from before. ‎“You’re wet already,” he said, his fingers sliding under her panties. He found her down there. Two fingers pushed inside her suddenly. ‎ ‎Ariella’s body jerked. A loud cry came out before she could stop it. “No....stop....ah!” ‎ ‎She hated how weak her voice sounded. She hated how her body squeezed around his fingers, pulling them in deeper. Her mind said no, this was wrong, but her body reacted to his touch. ‎ ‎His thumb rubbed her c**t in tight circles. “Say stop again,” he whispered against her lips. “Say it while you’re dripping all over my hand.” ‎ ‎“I hate you...mmn.....” The words turned into a loud moan when he curled his fingers inside her, hitting that spot that made her see white. Her legs shook. The fight inside her started to fade. ‎ ‎He pulled his fingers out. She heard him open his trousers. Then she felt his hard and thick d**k pushing at her entrance. ‎ ‎“Dylan.....wait.....please......” ‎He pushed in all the way in one hard thrust. ‎It hurt at first, a burning stretch, but mixed with something else that felt too good. She cried out, Dylan stayed still for a second, letting her feel all of him deep inside. ‎Then he started moving slowly, pulling almost all the way out, then sliding back in. Each stroke made her toes curl. Then he went faster and harder. The headboard banged against the wall. She scratched his back, her nails were digging into his flesh, but her legs wrapped around his waist. ‎ ‎“Dylan… oh God… Dylan!” His name came out from her mouth over and over, Shame burned in her chest, but the pleasure was bigger. It took over everything. Her body tightened around him. ‎“Yes, like that,” he groaned. “Moan louder. Let everyone hear you say my name.” ‎She came hard. A loud scream ripped out of her throat again. Her whole body shook with it. Waves of pleasure crashed through her until she couldn’t see or think. Dylan groaned low and thrust deep one more time. She felt him finish inside her. ‎He fell on top of her. Both of them breathed hard. Sweat covered their skin. For a minute, there was only the sound of their breathing and the air-conditioner in the background. ‎Then she passed out. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎************* ‎Morning light came through a small gap in the curtains. It was soft and gold. Ariella lay on her back, staring at the ceiling. Her body hurt everywhere, especially between her legs. Dylan’s heavy arm was across her waist, She wanted to push it away. She also wanted to stay close. The two feelings fought inside her. ‎He woke up first. He turned on his side and looked at her. His grey eyes were calm and satisfied. ‎ ‎“I know you enjoyed last night,” he said. His voice was still rough from sleep. ‎Her face got hot. She turned her head away. “You wouldn’t have done anything if you didn’t force me.” ‎He smiled that slow, annoying smile. “Really? Who was moaning my name so loud I thought the neighbors would complain?” He moved closer, his lips near her ear. “Louder than last time. And the time before. Your body tells the truth, Ariella. Even if you won’t.” ‎Her cheeks burned with shame and anger. She pressed her lips together tight. She wouldn’t give him more words. ‎He laughed quietly, then got out of bed. He walked naked to the bathroom. She heard the shower start. ‎She stayed in bed until the water stopped. When he came back with a towel around his waist, steam coming off his skin, she finally spoke. ‎“Bastard,” she said quietly, full of hate. ‎He stopped buttoning his shirt and looked at her. One eyebrow went up. “Watch your mouth, wife. Keep talking and I’ll have you over the sink before I leave.” He finished dressing, He wore a dark suit, red tie, expensive watch, then walked to the door. “Don’t miss me too much.” ‎ ‎The door closed. The room went quiet. ‎Ariella pulled the sheet over her head. Tears came fast, soaking the pillow. She let them fall. ‎She started remembering everything. ‎Her parents had a car accident and died when she was sixteen. A drunk driver hit them. One minute they were laughing about her going to university. The next was a funeral. Debt everywhere. ‎ ‎Her stepmother Evelyn took the insurance money, the house, everything. Mallory, her stepsister, was just like her mother, mean and selfish. They made Ariella clean, cook, take slaps for small mistakes. ‎Then Damien came. Her old school crush. He became her boyfriend, then fiancé. He was kind. He made her believe life could be good. They were two weeks from marriage when Mallory took her to a party. “One last fun night,” she said, giving Ariella a drink. ‎ ‎The drink tasted strange. Everything started spinning. The last thing she remembered was Mallory smiling as someone carried her away. ‎She woke up naked in Dylan’s hotel room. She saw blood on the sheets. Damien walked in, His face showed hurt, anger, disbelief. He didn’t listen to her. “I trusted you,” he said, voice breaking. Then he left. Two days later, he flew to London. He broke off the engagement with her. ‎ ‎Dylan was at her house the next morning, drinking coffee like nothing happened. ‎“You came to my room yourself,” he said. I took your virginity. Now I need a wife so I can take my father’s company before my uncle and cousin steal it. You’re here. And I don’t leave things unfinished.” ‎ ‎She refused but then she remembered her sick best friend Lola. Lola had Cancer and needed surgery. The surgery cost thirty-five million. Ariella had nothing. ‎ ‎Evelyn laughed when she asked for help. Mallory said sell herself. ‎So Ariella signed the marriage papers. Took the money. Paid for Lola’s treatment. ‎Lola still died three months later. She held Ariella’s hand and said “Thank you” before closing her eyes. ‎ ‎Now Ariella was twenty-four. Married to Dylan Blackwood, the richest, most feared man in the city. He didn’t love women. Never had. He used them and threw them away. He told her once, “Love makes you weak. I got rid of that long ago.” ‎His family hated her. ‎His beautiful mother Jasmine always in expensive clothes. His sister Sophia and brother Ethan, spoilt and rude brats. They thought she was a cheap girl who trapped Dylan. They brought rich girls to the house all the time, hoping he would choose one. Mia Harrington was the newest one, from a big family, she was mean. ‎ ‎Only his grandma sometimes spoke kindly to her. His sick father too, in his room. And Lucas, the youngest brother, nineteen, gave her small smiles when no one saw. But most of them hated her. ‎She wiped her tears. She sat up. In the mirror, her skin had red marks, hickeys on her neck, bite marks on her chest, fingerprints on her hips. Proof of last night. She touched one. It hurt. Shame filled her again. ‎She whispered, “You’re so weak.” ‎She showered fast, scrubbing hard. Then she put on a plain blouse and trousers. Nothing nice. She wanted to disappear. ‎She walked down the big stairs. She heard voices, girls laughing, Jasmine talking sweetly. The dining room smelled like coffee and fresh bread. ‎When she got to the bottom, Jasmine saw her. ‎“Finally awake. Lazy girl. Some of us have been up for hours.” ‎Ariella looked down. “Good morning, Mrs. Blackwood.” ‎She went to her usual chair at the end of the long table. Everyone stared—hate in their eyes. Mia sat near Jasmine, wearing a perfect pink dress. Her hair shiny, lips curled like she smelled something bad. ‎Jasmine smiled big at Mia. “Come sit closer, darling. Try the avocado toast. Dylan likes it.” She pointed to the chair next to hers, right where Dylan usually sat. ‎ ‎Mia stood up, walked slowly, hips moving, and sat down. “Thank you, Auntie Jasmine. It smells so good.” She looked at Ariella. “I’m surprised they let the maid eat here. Shouldn’t she be in the kitchen?” ‎Ariella’s hand shook on her fork. She looked at her plate, eggs and sauce. Her stomach turned. ‎Jasmine laughed softly. “We try to be nice, Mia. The poor girl had nowhere else after… you know. The way she trapped my son.” She drank from her glass. “But Dylan is hard-headed. One day he’ll see he needs a real woman. Someone with class.” ‎ ‎Sophia played with her hair. “Yes. Like that model from last month. She knows how to behave. Not like some girl who learned manners from TV.” ‎ ‎Ethan laughed a little. Lucas looked at Ariella with sorry eyes, then looked away. ‎Mia leaned in. “I heard she was caught with another man before the wedding. Her ex abandoned her. Now she lives on Dylan’s money, and her friend still died. Sad, really.” ‎ ‎The words hit Ariella hard. She held the table tight. “I didn’t trap anyone,” she said quietly. “Lola was like my real sister.” ‎ ‎Jasmine’s eyes got sharp. “Then why take the money so fast? Thirty-five million for nothing. Perfect timing.” ‎Ariella’s throat hurt. She remembered Lola’s hand, weak and cold. The machines beeping. “I loved her,” she said. “I would do anything.” ‎Sophia rolled her eyes. “Don’t start crying. You’re just a girl who opened her legs for money. Dylan will drop you soon. Back to nothing.” ‎Mia touched Jasmine’s arm. “Auntie, I brought the papers for the business deal. My dad says Blackwood and Harrington together would be big. And me and Dylan… we match so well.” ‎Jasmine smiled wide. “You’re perfect, Mia. Not like some people.” ‎Ariella pushed her plate away. She couldn’t eat. Her heart beat fast with shame, anger, loneliness all mixed. She felt so small. Twenty-four but tired like an old woman. Dylan’s money paid for everything, but no one was kind. Only when he was around did they hold back a little. ‎Lucas spoke up. “Maybe we can stop this at breakfast? Ariella is family now.” ‎Sophia turned on him. “Shut up, Lucas. You’re too nice. That’s why Dad never gave you anything big.” ‎Jasmine kept smiling, but her eyes said trouble later. “Mia, tell us about Paris. Dylan might go with you next time for business there.” ‎Mia started talking about shops and planes. Every word hurt Ariella more. She sat quiet, feeling everything, pain for her parents, hate for Evelyn and Mallory, hurt from Damien leaving, sadness for Lola, shame for last night. ‎And deep down, a small part of her remembered how good it felt to say his name. ‎She hated that part most. ‎Then she heard the front door. Heavy steps. His cologne came first. ‎Dylan walked in. Jacket over his shoulder. Tie loose. He looked strong and dangerous. His eyes went straight to her. ‎The table went quiet in a new way. ‎Ariella’s heart jumped. Shame and something hot mixed inside her. ‎Dylan smiled that slow smile. “Good morning, wife.” ‎