Sinful Temptation : A bad boy romance

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Isabelle stirs slowly, the sunlight filtering through the windows and gently caressing her face, rousing her from sleep. She opens her eyes, a brief moment of panic washes over her at the sight of the unfamiliar room, but it quickly fades as the memories of yesterday flood back into her mind.

'Kiss your husband'   'I love you'
'Let your husband pleasure you'
'I pronounce you both husband and wife'

Tears were rolling down Isabelle's cheeks as she recollected the events from the night before. She had married Alexander, and they had spent the night together.

She slowly sat up in bed, wrapped only in a blanket, tears cascading down her face. Standing up, she clutched the blanket tightly around herself, feeling a soreness between her legs. Despite her attempts to wipe away her tears with the back of her hand, they continued to flow.

The door opened and Alexander entered with a tray of breakfast "Good morning, love" he greeted warmly, placing the tray on the table and approaching Isabelle.

"How are you feeling?" he inquired, his expression shifting to confusion at the sight of her tear-stained face. Isabelle flinched at his touch, trying to move away, but he held her waist tightly "L-l-let me g-go" she cried, struggling to push him away.

"Love, calm down" Alexander spoke as he tried to hold her, but Isabelle kept fighting him. He tightened his grip on her while she continued to punch his chest. Alexander held her tightly, anticipating this moment. A small smile played on his face as he looked at her state. Finally, she accepted her defeat, acknowledging that she belonged to him. This realization brought him joy. He continued to rub her back, and after a few minutes, she grew tired of fighting.

Alexander slowly released his hold as she stopped struggling. Gently, he pushed her hair back and wiped away her tears.

"You must be hungry, right? Go freshen up, and then we can eat" Alexander spoke. Isabelle gasped as he suddenly removed the blanket, revealing her naked body. Alexander removed the t-shirt she had worn last night, in the early morning to feel her body against his. Carrying her in a bridal style, he headed towards the bathroom.

Isabelle tried to cover herself as soon as he put her down "L-leave" she whispered but loud enough for him to hear "I will put your clothes on the bed" he assured her and left the bathroom. Quickly, she locked the door.

Isabelle moved forward, her eyes met her reflection in the large mirror. Tears welled up as she looked at her state.

Her neck bore purple marks, with additional bruises filled her chest and stomach. Handprints marked her waist, and a lingering soreness between her legs served as a painful reminder of the night before.

Isabelle clutched her hair tightly, unleashing heart wrenching cries. With trembling hands, she turned on the shower, letting the cold water cascade over her body. She started rubbing her arms harshly but, she knew she couldn't wash away his touch.

Her cries echoed in the bathroom walls. The weight of her actions crushed her as she remembered her surrender, her pleas for his touch, and her compliance with his every desire. She Collapsed to the floor, Isabelle started to slap herself, each one a punishment for her action.

Meanwhile, Alexander lounged on the couch, engrossed in his mobile. The echoes of Isabelle's torment reached him, yet he remained unmoved "You belong to me, Isabelle. Your tears are futile, you're mine to claim. What occurred yesterday was merely a prelude, each day will mirror it. Your fate is sealed in my grasp" he declared coldly, his eyes closed in relish of the previous night's events. His obsession with her had moved to a chilling intensity, his mind consumed by dark desires and twisted fantasies.