In His Grasp

"It's time for your punishment!" Leila's heartbeat accelerated, her breathing hitched when she heard Nate's words. He pushed her down on the sofa, pressed his body flat on top of her, and pinned her hands above her head. Even before he launched, she knew what was coming, not sure if she wanted it or not. "You've been so naughty." Nate whispered while rubbing his lips against Leila's edges wildly, and his tongue forcibly parted her lips, slipping inside her mouth. She put up a fight, feeling his hands stroking and exploring all over her body. His tongue forced hers into the entangling chase. Nate Hill was a danger! He yanked the straps and upper part of her nightgown down, his mouth devouring her breasts. "No! please! Stop it!" She begged him weakly when he started to pull her panties down. She wanted to cry, again scared he would rape her. Should she tell him? Tell him she was a virgin? Would it matter to him? ************************************************** Leila had never expected that an accidental kiss would brought her a contract marriage. Nate Hill was known as a womanizer billionaire, handsome while ruthless. He had been changing his fucktoys more often than his socks. His parents forced him to get married within days so he desperately needed a fake wife. Once betrayed by his ex, he swore not to fall in love again, he considered women as trouble, so Leila Swift was a perfect choice. Her ugly tomboy look was definitely not his cup of tea. Little did he know, Leila was a gorgeous beauty. She disguised herself as a tomboy for some reason. As she knew well about Nate's playboy life, she despised him and ensured that she would never fall for him, needless to say to give him her virginity. Well, who knows?