Wedcuffed

Chapter 23

Sarah P.O.V

 Adrian flipped my body over, thrusting his member deep inside me. My body quivered beneath him, and I closed my eyes, praying for it to end soon. Finally, he reached his climax, releasing himself inside me. Pulling out, he collapsed on top of me, panting heavily.

"That was really good," he said, staring down at me with a satisfied grin. "I'm impressed with your performance on your very first day."

"Hmm," I muttered, my voice hollow as I lay there beneath him, feeling lifeless.

"If you're done, I need to clean up," I said, my tone emotionless as I pushed his body away.

Adrian rolled off of me, and I began to get up when he suddenly wrapped his arm around my waist and leaned in to kiss me. I turned my face away from him, slipping out of his grasp, and walked swiftly towards the bathroom.

Once inside, I turned on the shower and stepped under the stream of hot water, letting it cascade over my body. As the water washed over me, I couldn't shake the overwhelming sense of defeat that gripped my heart. Adrian had won once again, and I had done nothing but follow his orders.

I despised feeling so weak in front of him, hated how he manipulated me, yet here I was, succumbing to his every command. I should have known that signing that agreement would lead to this—a life where he would treat me as nothing more than a whore, breaking down every ounce of self-esteem I had left.

Back in university, I never imagined my life would turn out this way. I had dreams of taking over my mother's company, living independently, and falling in love. But now, my life was a far cry from what I had envisioned. I had agreed to marry Adrian to save my company, and now I found myself agreeing to be his whore just to ensure the company's survival. I longed for the day when these three months would finally be over, so I could return to a normal life.

I turned off the shower and stepped out, quickly drying myself before slipping into my pyjamas. Returning to the bedroom, I was relieved to find it empty—Adrian had left. With no energy to go downstairs and prepare dinner, I crawled into bed, pulling the duvet over my head. But just as I began to drift off, the bedroom door creaked open. I knew who it was and didn't bother to look.

"Get up, Sarah. I know you're not asleep," Adrian's voice cut through the silence.

Reluctantly, I pulled the duvet down and saw him standing by the bed, holding a tray.

"I made some chicken soup for you," he said softly, placing the tray in front of me. "I know you haven't eaten dinner yet."

"I'm not hungry, Parker," I replied, turning my back to him and pulling the duvet back over me.

"I'm not going to listen to that. You need to eat something," he insisted, pulling the duvet away.

Sighing in resignation, I sat up. I reached for the bowl, but Adrian picked it up instead.

"Stay put," he ordered, scooping up a spoonful of soup. "Open your mouth and drink it," he added, gently grabbing my jaw and placing the spoon against my lips.

Like an obedient child, I opened my mouth and swallowed the soup. He kept feeding me with an odd smile on his face. I couldn't make sense of him. One moment he was cruel and demeaning, the next he acted as if he cared.

When the bowl was empty, Adrian wiped my lips and set the tray aside.

"Thanks for the soup," I murmured, as he placed the tray on the table. He nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips.

As much as I hated to admit it, I preferred this side of Adrian—the gentle, caring side—over the arrogant, domineering man he usually was.

Lying back down, I closed my eyes, feeling the bed dip as Adrian climbed in beside me. He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer. My back pressed against his toned chest, his chin resting on my shoulder.