Poison Vows

Prologue In love many people marry for love, fame, money or because they were forced to marry by their families, like in Rosalie and Roman’s case. Roman’s phone began ringing waking Rosalie from her slumber, she tried to turn only to find herself wrapped in Roman’s arms, she had fallen asleep in Roman’s bed!! How did she end up here? She slowly rose from his bed and walked out of the room before Roman woke. Rosalie couldn’t stop the memory of the previous night from coming, she blushed when she remembered what happened the night before. It had been her first time. Roman and her had been married for four months and this was the first time they’ve been intimate. And she fled to her room before he could wake up and tell her off. Rosalie’ actions and his phone ringing woke Roman. His head was throbbing, and his mouth was dry. As he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Rosalie slipping out of his room. Even though it was just a snippet her could clearly see her naked skin. She’d sneaked out of his room, stark naked, he could see love marks, from his fingers digging into her backside as he made love to her more than once the night before. Anger rose from deep within him. someone could have been in the damn hall as she slipped out of the room. Snippets from the night before started returning to his mind. He remembered his meeting with his right-hand man and then drinking too much at the club where Selena once again tried to seduce him, he came home and his wife after spending the day with his sister had rushed to kiss him as he entered the door. She practically jumped into his arms, she was kissing him, her hands were peeling his shirt off before he could register what his sweet innocent wife was up to. Roman couldn’t focus only anything else but pleasing his wife and that’s exactly what he did. His brows furrowed. His eyes scanning his bedroom, he took in the mess on the bed, discarded underwear at the foot of his bed, knocked over lamp shattered on the floor from when he knocked it over as he tried to throw Rosalie on the bed. Roman couldn’t blame the alcohol the night before, he couldn’t blame Rosalie, she was a virgin, well until last night. He couldn’t even remember if he was gentle with her. He’d been thinking about bedding his wife for months. The throbbing in his head prevented him from thinking about anything else but how much he’d enjoyed last night. Finally bedding his wife. From the moment he brought her into his house he wanted to bed her. God how long has he been dreaming about this? For it to finally happen? He didn’t know how he felt about their first time to be while he was too drunk to control himself. Roman’s eyes darkened as he clenched the blanket. Did he hurt her? Fuck he didn’t scare her, did he? The next second, he yanked it open and he got out of bed and grabbed a robe before he made his way to his wife’s bedroom, throwing open her bedroom door, his face passive he took her in, she was standing in front of her bedroom mirror looking at the marks from their love making. Marks he left on her skin. Roman’s breath hitched. He couldn’t believe this was what Rosalie has been hiding behind the overalls she’s always sporting. Rosalie stunned him by turning to him not trying to cover herself from him. Both Rosalie and Roman have been married for about four months. However, it was not a marriage of love, while the public knew they married because their families wanted more power. Rosalie knew her sister manipulated not only Roman but her parents into believing this marriage was the best for everyone, while it benefitted no one but Elena. For the first month of their marriage, Rosalie and Roman had been avoiding one another. They were practically roommates and not a married couple. Until Selena came into their lives and Rosalie began to play the role as a doting wife and keeping her husband’s mistress in her place where she belonged. Something about Rosalie called to Roman, something about how she tortured Selena resonated with something deep within him. “Want to talk about what happened last night wife?” Roman asks in a low voice, trying to keep the lust out of his voice. He worried about hurting her, if he grabbed her and had his way with her after she lost her virginity last night. A sweet smile played on Rosalie’s lips; her face marred with the sweet innocent look she’d given him a hundred times before. But something about her giving it now turned him on more than it did before. Was it because she was butt naked in front of him? Rosalie walked up to Roman and pulled at the strings of his robe. Roman’s hands twitched but he stopped himself from lifting her into his arms. Rosalie’s eyes went down to his length; he was rock hard. Her smile wasn’t sweet anymore. “I can see why it was so easy for Selena to seduce you.” She says before walking away from him. Roman angrily grabbed her arm and yanked her back. He pushed her against the bedroom wall. His fingers around her neck. After a long while. “Don’t ever speak to me like that again…” Roman warned. A dark smile played on Rosalie’s lips. “Harder…” she purred. Startled by her request Roman tightened his fingers around her throat. “God you’re playing with fire Rosie…” he groaned. “Let me burn then…” she says softly. Roman shakes his head a lazy smile on his face. “You truly are just for, aren’t you?” he asked no one in particular. Sometimes he wondered how Rosalie could be cute and innocent one second and match his freak the next second. God, both turned him on.