His Wife by Contract. His Obsession by Choice

Chapter 2:If it wasn't for her...

Eleanor

Two years ago...

"nnh," I moaned, the sound ripping the life right out of me as his thick c**k thrust deep into my soaking p***y. Each slam of his hips

against mine sent shockwaves through my core, my walls clenching around his length like they were desperate to keep him buried inside.

"You brought yourself here, my love," he growled low in my ear, his voice rough with lust,

"Don't go regretting it now." Another brutal thrust, and I arched my back, nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure exploded behind my eyes.

"Heh, with a d**k like th-ughn," he cut me off with a grunt, the next plunge hitting that spot deep inside me that made stars burst in my vision.

He shifted suddenly, strong arms wrapping around my waist as he lifted me effortlessly, impaling me fully on his lengthy, rock-hard rod.

My legs wrapped around his hips instinctively, and god, the way he filled me up, stretching my p***y wide, every ridge and vein dragging against my sensitive inner walls-had electricity crackling through every nerve in my body. I couldn't think, couldn't breathe; all I could do was feel him owning me, pounding up into me while he carried me like I weighed nothing.

My hands reached for his face, fingers trembling as I cupped his jaw.

Those deep blue eyes of his locked onto mine, piercing through my half-lidded gaze, intense and hungry, like he could see straight into my soul.

Another thrust rocked me, and I cried out, my moans spilling free with every savage drive of his c**k. The rhythm built, relentless, his balls slapping against my ass as he f****d me mid-air, my juices dripping down his shaft, making everything slick and obscene.

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore-I crashed my mouth onto his, devouring him in a messy, desperate kiss. His tongue invaded instantly, roaming every inch of my mouth, tasting me, claiming me as he tangled it with mine.

He grabbed my ass cheeks hard, fingers digging into the flesh, pulling me down harder onto his c**k while he leaned in deeper, our bodies grinding together in a frenzy. The kiss broke with a gasp from me, saliva stringing between our lips, and he lowered me back onto the bed, never once pulling out.

"Oh god, yes, Derr- right there, uhn," I begged, my voice breaking as he pinned me down and started thrusting harder, faster, his hips snapping with brutal force. The bed creaked under us, the headboard banging against the wall in time with his relentless pace.

My p***y throbbed around him, sucking him in deeper with every plunge, the wet sounds of our f*****g filling the room-slap, squelch, slap-like a filthy symphony.

"You like it rough, huh?" he rasped, his breath hot against my neck as he nipped at my skin.

"Then I'll grant you your wish tonight, love. I'll f**k you until you roll your eyes back and lose your goddamn mind." Oh god, he was right. My body trembled against his, skin slick with sweat, every muscle quivering as he dominated me completely.

He grabbed both my wrists with his left hand, pinning them above my head, stretching me out like a sacrifice while his right hand roamed free, squeezing my t**s roughly.

His mouth descended on my chest, tongue flicking over one hard n****e before he latched on, sucking hard, pulling it between his teeth, biting just enough to make me yelp in ecstasy. The suction sent jolts straight to my c**t, my p***y spasming around his c**k as he kept thrusting, deeper, harder, his free hand now sliding down to rub circles over my swollen nub.

"God, yes, do it faster-uhnn," I gasped, my hips bucking up to meet him, chasing that building pressure.

Another wave of pleasure crashed over me, his fingers pinching my c**t while his c**k hammered into my g-spot.

He released my n****e with a pop, a red mark blooming on my skin, and moved to the other breast, licking the sweat from the valley between them before sucking that one too, even rougher, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak. My moans turned into screams, raw and unrestrained, as he f****d me without mercy-thrust after thrust, his c**k swelling thicker inside me, veins pulsing against my walls.

"c*m for me, love," he demanded, his voice a dark command as he released my wrists only to grip my hips, angling me so he could drive even deeper. I clawed at his back, leaving red trails down his muscles, my body on fire.

"Cu-cumming," I whimpered, and with his last, punishing thrust-burying himself to the hilt, grinding against my cervix, he sent me over the edge.

My head snapped back, eyes rolling white as orgasm ripped through me, my p***y convulsing wildly around his c**k, milking him as hot waves of ecstasy flooded my veins. Juices gushed out, soaking his balls and the sheets beneath us, and he crashed his mouth onto mine again, swallowing my cries as I shattered.

But he didn't stop.

No, he kept going, riding out my climax with slow, deep rolls of his hips, drawing out every aftershock until I was a trembling mess.

Then, as I came down, panting and spent, he flipped me over onto my stomach, yanking my ass up high.

"Not done yet," he murmured, before spreading me open. His c**k slid back in from behind, this angle letting him hit even deeper, and I buried my face in the pillow, muffling my screams as he started pounding again- faster, rougher, his hands bruising my hips.

He reached around, fingers finding my c**t once more, rubbing in time with his thrusts, while his other hand tangled in my hair, pulling my head back so he could whisper filthy things in my ear.

"Feel that? My c**k owning this tight little p***y. You're dripping for me, slut-begging for more even after you came." I did beg, words tumbling out in broken sobs, my body betraying me as another orgasm built, faster this time, coiling tight in my belly.

Sweat poured off us, our skin slapping together louder than ever, his grunts mixing with my moans. He leaned over me, chest to my back, biting my shoulder as he f****d me like an animal-raw, primal, unstoppable. My walls fluttered around him, and when he pinched my c**t hard, I exploded again, screaming into the pillow as pleasure tore me apart, my p***y squirting around his pistoning c**k.

Finally, with a roar, he slammed in one last time, his c**k twitching as he flooded in the condom. We collapsed together, his weight pinning me down, his softening length still buried deep as we caught our breath, the room reeking of s*x and satisfaction.

Present

Never knew that one small cup of drugged alcohol could turn me into such a horrible slut like that. We both made mistakes. he was drunk, and so was I, the haze of the spiked drink blurring the lines until I was begging for his c**k like a woman possessed.

But every time I remember that moment, the way he stretched me, filled me, made me c*m until I blacked out from the intensity... f**k, I can't help but touch myself. My p***y aches just thinking about it, growing wet and needy, n*****s hardening against my shirt.

God, what the hell is Father trying to put me through?

Standing in his office again, the city lights mocking me from the windows, I feel that same frustration boiling up.

He's been dodging my questions for years, preparing me for some 'inevitable' future without ever spelling it out.

And now, with Mother hovering, her hands fluttering like she wants to fix me with a touch, he drops the bomb: Lucian Marquez.

Of course it's him-the man from two years ago, the one who f****d me senseless after that party, his deep blue eyes burning into me even then.

My heart races, a twisted mix of dread and illicit heat pooling low in my belly.

Is this what he's been building toward? Pairing me off like some business deal, handing me over to the man who already knows how

I scream when I c*m? I brush past Mother's hands, firm but gentle, my voice steady even as my mind races. 'I don't need to be paired like some political agreement.'

Father looks at me fully, his gaze final, unyielding. 'Not just any man, Eleanor.' The words chill my skin, but beneath it, that drugged memory stirs- his c**k thrusting, my body surrendering.

What if this engagement means more nights like that?

Rough hands on my ass, his tongue in my mouth, pounding me until I forget my own name. The thought terrifies me... and excites me in ways I can't admit.

As he explains, his voice low and measured, revealing how he and Mother won't be around much longer...illness, legacy, all that heavy shit... I feel the world tilting.

But in the back of my mind, it's Lucian's face I see, those eyes promising to wreck me all over again. My thighs press together under the table, a secret throb starting as I imagine him claiming me properly this time, no drugs needed, just raw, unfiltered lust.

God, what have I become?

If it wasn't for her who drugged that alcohol,...none of that would've happened.

I would've had no problem marrying into the family that could save ours...