Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ

Hody language

Body language Once my head crashed against the water surface, I entered a state of bewilderment. I

couldn’t breathe. The water was cold, and I nearly panicked, sinking deeper and deeper. My mind

restarted only after I saw Aren reaching out to grab my arm. He pulled me up, leading my hands to the

rim of the pool. As I surfaced, i formed the strongest grip I could, and I started coughing up water. I was

nowhere near drowning, but I wouldn’t call staying in that freezing water a pleasant experience…

“Are you all right?” Aren’s voice made me raise my head. He was crouching by the pool with nothing

aside from that towel wrapped around his hips. His freshly showered skin almost sparkled in the sunrise,

making him absolutely God-like. I would surely appreciate him more if I wasn’t freezing. “i’mc-cold…” I

mumbled, searching for a way to get out of this pool more gracefully than by pulling myself up and

landing like a seal. He chuckled and leaned over me. “Put your arms around my neck.” “W-what?” I

blinked, processing his words. “I will get you out. Just do as I say.” Since my brain was already turning

into an ice cube, I decided to use whatever help he offered. I reached out and carefully slid my hand

around his neck. He smirked as our faces became dangerously close. I lowered my gaze, trying to

concentrate on anything but his eyes… Unfortunately, looking at his lips wasn’t a good idea either. I

exhaled deeply, praying that he wouldn’t hear my hammering heart. I placed my other hand on his neck,

forming a tight grip.

“Good. Now, hold on,” he said as his hands dived to find my waist.

I barely registered how he pulled me out and stood up with me. I was out of the water in a split second.

Did he have steel in those leg muscles or something?! What he did, bemused me. Only a few seconds

later did I realize that I was still embracing him… or actually, it was worse. Aren had his arms wrapped

around my waist, pressing me against his perfectly firm body, making me feel every inch of him. My shirt-

slash-nightgown was completely soaked and became

translucent, making my hardened by cold water nipples impossible to miss. And speaking of hard…

some large bulge wrapped in a towel poked my stomach. Perhaps I should take it as a compliment or

feel relieved that I wasn’t the only one of the two of us feeling aroused. But was it even possible to stay

composed in this situation?!

“C-could you let me go now, please?” I muttered, cautiously taking my arms off his neck.

“You should take this shirt off or you will get sick,” he stated, his hand teasingly reaching for the rim of the

soaked fabric.

“No!” I screamed, pushing him away and placing my hands on my chest to hide my breasts. “I mean… I

will go get change now-”

Before I could finish, he scooped me from the ground and carried me bridal style to his bedroom. I

gasped and stiffened. His touch was making me vulnerable, as if my body trusted

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him, something that my mind obviously disagreed with. As he stepped inside the room, he tossed me

onto his bed. I fell with the elegance of a log of wood. His eyes scanned my length thoroughly, and a sly

grin formed on his lips,

“Don’t move. I will get you a towel.”

His commanding voice instantly made me freeze. I glanced at him as he walked to the bathroom. He

seemed composed. Nonetheless, I couldn’t miss his slightly tense jaw or ignore the long exhale he took

the second before he disappeared behind the bathroom door. Knowing that I wasn’t the only one

struggling, gave me a tiny hint of satisfaction. Of course, that satisfaction disappeared once I realized

that he had just seen me pretty much naked…

Cursing under my breath, I cocooned myself in his sheets. I figured that my soaked shirt had already

wettened them anyway the moment he dropped me on his bed. I didn’t feel guilty, and I certainly wouldn’t

entertain him as Miss Wet Shirt again!

“Is it some form of invitation? Should I sleep in your bed tonight?” He chuckled as he saw me, and then

tossed me a large towel. I raised my eyebrows and couldn’t resist a sarcastic remark. “I didn’t realize that

you have only one set of sheets inside your enormous home.” “It’s bothersome to change them,” he said,

sitting beside me on the bed.

I sighed. “Then let me do it for you. Take it as a thank you for helping me out of the pool.” “I enjoyed you

in my pool. The sight of you wet has been rather… rewarding.” He smirked and leaned over me. “I want

you to become wet for me, but next time I’d like to be more engaged in the process,” he said, his gaze

piercing right through me. I screamed inwardly, fighting hard to hide my flusteredness. A wave of sudden

heat flooded my body. My mouth became so dry that I couldn’t resist the urge to lick my lips. He leaned

even closer, letting me inhale his intoxicating scent. This was dangerous. His eyes were locked on me,

devouring me bit by bit. I needed to stop this. I used every ounce of my inner resilience to stand up to

him.

“Engaged in the process?” I repeated with a mocking smirk. “Are you going to push me to the pool

yourself next time? Should I take it as a threat? Is that some kind of a peculiar hobby of yours that I

should know about?” I gazed at him, blinking innocently. His eyes darkened. “Don’t test me.”

“Or what?” The world’s most stupid response slipped through my mouth.

Why would I ever say something like that?! Why did I suddenly decide to act like a ten-year old?! Before I

could shout that I take it back, it was too late. A second later, he grabbed my hands and pinned me down

on the bed. I gasped as he leaned down with a smug grin. My heart nearly burst out of my chest. My

breathing rate increased, and everything inside me screamed, craving him. But it felt wrong… It felt as if

I’d started to follow my old path, the one I’d wished to forget.

“No.” My weak voice came out.

He smiled faintly and released my hands. I glanced at him suspiciously, but he moved away, sitting on

the edge of the bed. I decided not to waste the chance he gave me. I threw the

bedsheets away and ran out of his bedroom while hurriedly wrapping myself in the towel he gave me.

“I’ll go change now,” I mumbled on my way.

I heard him chuckle. “Come down and eat breakfast with me. I’ll give you twenty minutes,” he called out

before I closed my bedroom door.

I debated whether I should join him or not. He had a demonic aura around him, and I had yet to develop

immunity against his spells. Nevertheless, it was rather impossible to avoid him while living with him.

Besides, I had to learn how to neutralize his charms, and the sooner I would learn how to do it, the more

chances I would have to survive in this contract marriage. For now, I could barely handle my second day

as his fiancée…