servile marriage

CHAPTER 25

"Are you ok?"Lorenzo inquired with concern as he gently stroked Michelle's hair. They were lying in bed, embracing each other. Michelle rested her head on his chest while he held her close, his chin resting on top of her head.

"I'm sorry," Michelle whispered in a soft voice as she crawled further into Lorenzo's body, wrapping her arms around his torso. Her tone was gentle and empathetic as she expressed her condolences for Lorenzo's loss. She could feel his heart beating against her cheek, and it gave her a sense of comfort to know that she was there for him.

Lorenzo, in turn, responded with a kiss to the crown of her head, a gesture that conveyed his gratitude and appreciation for her support. He could feel the warmth of her body against his, and it soothed him in a way that nothing else could.

Michelle's curiosity got the best of her, and she asked Lorenzo why her father had taken such a drastic step. Lorenzo struggled to recall the memories from that day, as he was only 9 years old at the time, and his recollection was hazy at best. Nevertheless, he shared what little he remembered, and Michelle listened intently, her eyes fixed on his face as he spo...

"I still need to know the truth," he demanded.

"Did you marry me despite knowing what my father did?" she questioned.

"I had other reasons for marrying you," he replied firmly, holding her tighter.

"Can you tell me what those reasons are?" she insisted.

"As Lorenzo gazed at Michelle, he felt like he was staring at a work of art. Her beauty was captivating, and he couldn't help but express his admiration. "You are the most beautiful woman I've had the privilege of laying my eyes on," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. As he spoke, Lorenzo's hands stroked her arms in a gentle touch that sent shivers down Michelle's spine and made her cheeks flush.

Michelle pulled away from his embrace, her eyes fixed on Lorenzo's face. "Is that all?" she asked, a hint of playfulness in her tone.

Lorenzo smiled, his eyes never leaving hers. "No," he said, "you're also incredibly smart, with a heart of an angel." They continued to gaze at each other, lost in the moment. Finally, Lorenzo leaned in closer, pulling Michelle towards him so that she was straddling his legs. The air around them was thick with desire, and they both knew that this was just the beginning of something special.

"And now that I have you... as my wife Michelle. I never plan on letting you go, " he said as he kissed each of her cheeks, causing her to giggle. "And that little laugh of yours. It's like music to my ears, " he said, his lips going down to her neck. "A Sexy temptress. You have no idea what you do to me."

Michelle was overwhelmed by the intensity of Lorenzo's words, kisses, and touches. Every fiber of her being responded to his every move, and she couldn't get enough of him. At that moment, it felt like nothing else in the world mattered. But then, Rovello surprised her with a question.

"Are you declaring your love to me, Rovello?" Michelle responded with a playful tone, trying not to reveal the depth of her emotions. But Rovello's response was serious, and it made her freeze.

As they looked at each other, their eyes locked in a deep gaze, she felt like he could see right into her soul. She wondered what he was thinking, but she couldn't read his expression. It was a moment of intense vulnerability, and she didn't know what to expect next.

"Without an answer, he pulled her by the back of her head, kissing her with hunger." She moaned as he grabbed onto her ass, squeezing as the kiss deepened.

By kissing all the pain away and accepting what they had to give to each other with open arms. She didn't care that she had been sold to him. And he didn't care that her father was responsible for his father's wound.