Mrs. Carrington

Mrs. Carrington

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"I don't care if you think you can't love me that's your bullshit not mine" I tell him angrily. "You look me in the eye and tell me you want to try and now you're telling me you can't love me. Did I ask you for your love? Did I!" I yell my anger and hurt consuming me. "I don't care if you love me or not. I do" I step to him cupping his face. "I. Love. You" I tell him and he tries to pull away but I don't let him. "Skyler" he draws out my name. "I don't care if you think you can't love me that's your problem. But I love you and I love you enough for the both of us" I tell him. It was an arrangement that wasn't supposed to last. A marriage of convenience that neither of them wanted. Forced together by their family two people who didn't want to be together found a way to be happy.
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He fell in love with the girl he had a one-night stand with. When her true nature revealed, he hated himself for loving her and decided never to see her again. However, his fate took an unexpected turn and entangled him in a contract marriage with her, turning the girl he despised into his temporary wife. Will their love-hate relationship lead to a deeper connection, or will it keep them forever bound by the terms of their contract? *** As I spank her, Grace questions in a surprised tone, "What was that?" "That was for leaving your husband alone in the pool," I respond in a teasing tone, seizing her waist and pulling her towards me, stealing her breath. "But, my dear husband, you're pissing me off. Just move away." She tries to break free from my grasp. "Stop moving, Mrs Grey!" "No, I won't listen to you, Mr Grey. You told me you don't want me, so why are you here again?" "I didn't say that I don't want you," I whisper, closing the distance between us, my lips nearing my angry wife's. "It means the same!" She rolls her eyes. "I want you so damn much, okay? And I'm ready to regret it again and again for doing this. Today, I'll show you how much I desire you, my wife." I confess, my fingers playing with her wet hair, and my hand still firmly gripping her waist. "So tell me. Who is stopping you, husband?"

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