Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ

On my own Did he seeplacing a bug under his desk? Idiot! | was so focused on reaching the right surface that | could stick the chip to that | stopped paying attention to the one person | should have feared the most! “What are you talking about, Agent Packton?” | covered my inner panic with a smile while sliding my hand into the purse to search for my phone.

My back was leaning against his desk and had no chance to escape from the agent standing a few inches away from me. Packton’s hand went to my chin. He grabbed it hard, his thumb stroking my cheek. “You're a naughty wife who tries to seducewith her fine ass.” He chuckled and licked his lips. “I met many women like you.

Playing innocent and hard to get, but deep down inside, dreaming of a good fuck.” | grabbed his wrist and jerked his hand away from my face. “How dare you!” | hissed. “I chere only to bring you the phone, nothing else!” | pushed him away and tried to get to the door.

“Where do you think you are going?!” he roared, grabbing my hand. A second later, he yanked my arm and pushedback to his desk.

| was terrified, but | couldn’t give up. “I will accuse you of sexual harassment and physical assault!” | yelled from the top of my lungs, praying that someone would hearand react. | knew that I couldn't count on Jack since he wasn't allowed to enter his office while he was on suspension, but | still hoped that maybe sother agent would be alerted by my scream. Of course, that didn’t happen.

Packton only laughed at my attempts and leaned over me, pushing his knee between my legs.” This is my territory, sweetheart. You ctoall by yourself. Do you think that anyone would believe you if you said that | attacked you?” My whole body shivered, terrified of the man in front of me, but | refused to submit to him. | needed to keep my mind clear despite everything. He didn’t think ofas a threat, as lust clouded his judgment, and | knew that | had to use that against him. While locking his eyes on my face, he didn’t even notice that one of my hands was still in my purse, reaching for my phone and trying to pick Aren’s number on the speed dial. | could only pray that my desperate attempts would work, but | couldn't even glance at the screen without shifting his attention to my phone. A heartbeat later, he noticed it anyway as he tried to restrain my hands. Without thinking, | threw my purse at him while tightening the grip on my phone.

As | activated the voice assistant, | shouted to the phone, “Call Aren!” | called him out of fear. | wasn’t thinking. | wanted to let him know that | was in trouble, but at the stime, | knew that if he cto my rescue right away, Packton would get suspicious about the reason | cto his office.

He growled, knocking the phone off my hand. His hands went to my neck. “Bitch, don’t try to fight me!” My phone landed on the floor, a few feet away from the desk. Its screen was flashing brightly while waiting to connect, but it was impossible forto reach it.

“You shouldn’t have messed with me, dumb bitch!” Packton spat, his fingers squeezing my throat harder.

| was on my own, terrified, trembling, and consumed by panic, but suddenly, the only thing I could think of was the moves Aren taught me. | knew that | had to act fast before that bastard’s grip would suffocate me. | tensed my neck so his fingers wouldn't press on my blood vessels.

“Thumbs...” | muttered breathlessly, reminding myself what I should do.

Jerking my whole upper body, | bent my head, ducked, and swung under his arm, escaping his grip. He growled as | nearly knocked his thumbs out in the process, making him unable to catch me. That was my chance. | ran to the door, but it tooka second too long as | tried to unlock it. | could feel him right behind me, his hand reaching to grabagain, but he wasn’t nearly as fast as Aren was when we practiced. With a vicious roar, | turned around, hit his wrist hard with the side of my hand, and then kicked him in the groin.

“Oh, God... I did it,” I mumbled in shock that it actually worked.

He groaned in pain, collapsing to the floor. | yanked the door and opened it wide. | was all shuddering, but | knew that | was still in his territory, and | had just knocked down a federal agent. | cautiously picked up my phone and my purse from the floor while sending Packton a vicious glare. He hissed in pain, which, fortunately, was enough to prevent him from attackingagain... for a while at least.

“Have a good day, Agent Packton,” | hissed sarcastically as | stepped out through his threshold and then slammed the door behind me.

His secretary wasn’t by her desk, and the whole corridor was empty, but | didn’t have tto wonder why. | rushed through the corridor, hoping that the terrifying man wouldn't try to run after me. | tried to keep my composure and acted as if nothing happened until | left the FBI floor. Only then, when | was going down the elevator, did my mask fall off. My eyes becwatery, and my body trembled as if | was freezing. As | stepped out of the elevator, my vision was already blurry from tears. | only knew where the exit was, and | headed there when suddenly, someone’s arms wrapped around me, pressing my head to a firm man’s chest.

“Thank God, you're OK...” Aren muttered, his voice almost cracking.

| sniffled, burying my face in him, inhaling his scent in a frantic need for comfort. “We need to get out of here,” he whispered to my ear, leadingout of the building, and then straight to a car.

| was practically glued to him all the way, even after we got into the car and drove away. Aren didn’t mind. He kept his arms aroundtightly as if he was afraid to letgo. “I have never been more worried and helpless...

Don’t ever do that toagain,” he whispered against my ear, kissing my hair and squeezingtighter in his embrace.

| let out a breathy chuckle. “Believe me, | don’t want to repeat that ever again...” He leaned back to look into my eyes and stroked my cheek. “The moment you called me... When | heard him, knowing that he was trying to hurt you... God!” he groaned, pressing my