Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ novel Chapter 82

 Ask me if you dare I didn’t mishear him, right? He was going to take responsibility for making me fall in love with him. But what kind of responsibility would it be? I knew that I was the one who asked for it, but I had never thought about what this responsibility should be like. Was he going to turn our contractual marriage into a permanent one, even if he didn’t love me? No one can force a heart to love, but what if he’d already had feelings for me and kept denying them? My feverish thoughts quickly dissolved in the shower of his kisses, which I returned with equal passion. I wasn’t sure what kind of new terms I had just agreed on, but if he was ready to take a risk and walk into the unknown, then so was I.

I couldn’t tell when I found myself lying on the mat with him on top of me. I bit my lip, watching him take his shirt off, and reveal those rigid chest and stomach muscles carved into perfection. Yet a shudder spread across my body as his hand slid down my sweated skin. I grabbed my hand with an audible gasp.

“I…. smell…” I muttered, blushing in embarrassment.

He chuckled and leaned down to bite my earlobe. “So am I, and yet, it is only your body that you find uncomfortable, not mine.”

My hands reached to comb his damp, black hair. “Because you are perfect no matter what,” I mumbled, as his searing gaze ran down my body.

He looked at me with a frown and leaned over me, his hand sliding to my back to find a little zipper on my top. Two seconds later, he grabbed the rim of the top and took it off of me along with my sports bra. “I’m looking at perfection,” he said before lowering himself to draw circles with his tongue around one nipple while caressing the other one of my breasts with his hand.

“What if someone sees us?” I asked breathlessly, resisting a moan.

He smirked at me. “Only you and I can enter this gym.” My hands went straight to his shoulders, pushing him away to look into his eyes. “What do you mean?”

“The door handle recognizes fingerprints. Today I added yours to the system,” he said, grinning mischievously. I frowned. “Where did you get my fingerprints?” He leaned down, laughing, before leaving a trail of little kisses down my neck. “Beautiful, your whole body has been scanned for medical and security reasons at least a few times by now,” he breathed against my skin.

I pushed him away and rolled to my stomach, grabbing my top from the floor. “And the fact that you have access to my most fragile data doesn’t sound creepy at all…”

Aren got up to sit on his knees. “Are you mad at me?”

“I… I don’t know.” I smiled wryly. “Maybe I should get used to it, but I wish you just told me beforehand.”

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Aren leaned closer, as I put my top back on. “It’s not just about your fingerprints, is it?” I locked my eyes on him, trying to find the right words. “It’s just terrifying.” “What is?” he asked, pulling me closer and pressing my back against his chest. I laughed nervously. “You know my DNA sequence, and I still know so little about you…” He kissed my hair. “I don’t keep secrets from you. All you have to do is ask.” I turned my head to face him and narrowed my eyes. “Will you answer no matter what kind of a question I ask?”

He snorted. “Yes, but I want to have the right to ask you questions as well.” “Question for question?” I smirked.

“Yes,” he said, as his lips curved in a dangerous smirk “Will you dare?”