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Marry me; The Billionaire's contract Crest
ANASTASIAThe car finally rolled to a stop outside the villa. My wrists were still tied above my head, my body pinned against the leather seats.The driver didn’t even glance back as he killed the engine.Dominic’s breath fanned my cheek, his body hovering over mine, his hair brushing my skin. His knee stayed wedged between my thighs. If I raised my knee just a little, it would brush his cock. Was he still hard?“Get off me,” I hissed, twisting beneath him.He ignored me. With effortless strength, he hauled me out of the car like I weighed nothing, throwing me over his shoulder.My bikini top slipped lower, my breasts pressed against his shoulder as he carried me.“Put me down, you bastard!” I shouted, kicked my legs against his chest. My bound fists pounded his back, but he didn’t budge. He gripped my thighs firmly and carried me through the entrance.The door slammed shut behind us. He set me down roughly on the couch, my body bounced on the soft cushions. I glanced down, my bikini
Marry me; The Billionaire's contract Dynamic
ANASTASIAIt felt uncomfortable sitting with my bare ass against the cold leather seats, I could feel the straps of the bikini digging into my hips with every jerk of the car. I would have changed if he hadn’t dragged me across the beach like a mad man. I glanced at him. This situation felt all too familiar. I pressed my thighs together. My gaze dropped to his shoe, the spotless, expensive leather now covered in patches of wet brown sand.Leaning back against the seat with his legs spread, my eyes involuntarily fell to his pants. I could still see it, the faint bulge straining against the fabric.“You are not allowed to leave the villa without my permission until we land in America,” he said.What?“You do realize the type of scandal the press would make up if clips of you in a compromising position like that got out,” he continued.My face heated. I clamped my thighs tighter, fingers curled into fists at my sides.He may have saved me, but I refused to become one of his chess piece
Marry me; The Billionaire's contract Beach day
ANASTASIAIt's been a day. I haven't seen Dominic. Not literally. We've passed each other in the halls and during breakfast, but he never brings up that night or the deal. He doesn't pull his overbearing card, and we don't go on any more dates. I guess a couple on their honeymoon could spend it indoors. Though the media, and probably half the world, thinks we're spending it shoved into each other's sexual parts.I sigh, sinking further into the bathtub. Rose petals dance across the surface, one sticking to my cheek. I reach up and peel it off.Bored out of my very mind.I'd much rather spend my time on my phone, but every social media platform is going on about the Thompson bundle of joy Eunice is carrying in her womb.I trace my finger over my bare stomach.Having a baby was once my dream, back when I thought Leonard was my Prince Charming.I recoil at the thought.I wanted to treat my child nothing like Mum treated me. Hugging her when she was cold. Cooking her meals instead of maki
Marry me; The Billionaire's contract Tabliods
ANASTASIA“What are you doing here, Rhea?” Dominic spoke. My eyes flicked between them.Rhea?I had read that name in the files a day ago.Rhea Blackwood. Dominic's stepsister.“Ahh, come on. I wanted to come see you,” she said, with a smile resting on her face, but it didn't quite reach her eyes.“What do you want?”She clicked her tongue against her teeth. “You were never welcoming, you know.”Her head snapped toward me, familiar piercing blue eyes staring into mine.She placed the glass on the table, walking toward us, her heels clicking against the floor.“Rhea Blackwood,” she introduced, her hand outstretched in front of her.I placed my hand in hers, hesitating before shaking it.“Anastasia Brooks,” I supplied. She nodded.Her eyes flickered over my face, my disheveled hair, and the sweat sticking strands to my forehead. Her brows drew together.“Did you both make out in the car?” she shrieked.My mouth dropped open, red staining my cheeks. My hands tightened at my sides.Make o
Marry me; The Billionaire's contract A deal
DOMINIC I tapped my finger against the table. My hands still smelled like crab and hot sauce, despite the gloves. I glanced around, my eyes settling on a man sitting three tables away. At first glance, he looked focused on his meal, talking sweetly to his date and laughing every two seconds. But I noticed the way his left wrist never left the table. A tiny camera peeked from beneath his cuff, pointed towards me. Relentless fuckers. I glanced towards the hallway where she'd disappeared. My eyes flicked to my watch. Twenty-one minutes. I stood up, walking towards the hallway. It was quiet except for the clinking of cutlery against plates drifting from the dining area. I spotted her, she stood in the halls. Her honey-brown hair was tied into a bun. The black satin dress exposed the bare length of her back. I walked towards her. She stretched out her hand. My eyes dragged from her outstretched hand to the man leaning against the wall with a smirk plastered on his face
Marry me; The Billionaire's contract Date-night
ANASTASIA I glanced at the dress in the mirror, flattening my hand over it. The black satin material hugged my body perfectly, showing off curves I didn't even know I had. I brushed my hands over my flat boobs. I swear the shit stopped growing after middle school. I ran my fingers along the beads of the pearl necklace resting around my neck, my hands tightening into fists at my sides. I picked up my purse and walked downstairs. The only sound in the room was my heels clicking against each step. As I neared the last stair, my eyes landed on Dominic. He sat cross-legged on the couch, his fingers tapping against the armrest. He raised his head, our eyes meeting briefly. Our eyes held. His blue eyes stayed on mine before slowly dropping to my figure. I shifted on one foot, stepping off the last stair with his heated gaze still on me. "The fuck are you looking at?" I snapped. He stood without answering. "Let's go," he muttered, walking toward me and stretching his hand
Marry me; The Billionaire's contract Silence
ANASTASIAClack. Clack.The sound of knife cutting against a plate.I look across the table at Dominic. His back is straight, hair perfectly styled back, eyes focused on his dinner as his knife cuts cleanly into the steak like it isn’t just half-done meat. I push my hair off my face, struggling
Marry me; The Billionaire's contract His anger
ANASTASIAThe room is lit only by moonlight seeping through the curtains. The curtains flutter with the wind, rising like something big lurks behind them, then flattening again. Each flutter brings bone-chattering cold.I toss on the bed, eyes shut tight, minutes dragging. “Shit. I can’t fucking
Marry me; The Billionaire's contract In the public eye
DOMINIC“What the fuck happened to my clothes?” she asks, clenching and unclenching her jaw for the third time.“I threw them away.”Her eyes flare instantly. Her skin is still damp from the shower, hair dripping in uneven strands, face bare, the mole on her cheek no longer hidden by makeup.“The f
Marry me; The Billionaire's contract Why did you kiss me?
ANASTASIA The car smells like leather, and the faint cologne of the man seating in front of me. My heart is thumping so hard I swear I hear my ribcage crack. The limo feels too tight, my knee pressed against Dominic's. I shift, in an attempt to gain space between us. Dominic's tapping his finge
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