Pleasure Valley

"She was a saint with the lips of a sinner,
I was the devil who wanted to taste them."

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"Let me go, you fucking bastard." I spat with an intense tone in my voice as I stared deep into the eyes of the hideous man gripping my wrist.

Gorgeous on the outside yet hideous on the inside.

"Now, now." My husbands face approached mine, so close I could smell the alcohol I had poured for him just a couple of minutes ago. "A lady as beautiful as you shouldn't speak with such savagery. You're the queen of this house, what would the servants think, dear?"

I gritted my teeth together moving my eyes around the study of the huge mansion my very wealthy husband owned.

"I'm just a slave in this house, Julian." I pronounced his name with such hatred I didn't know how I wasn't in the floor with a new formed bruise on me.

He pulled me towards him by the hand he had been holding tightly. "You speak as if my money doesn't keep gold and diamonds around your neck."

I laughed sarcastically in his face. "Money doesn't equal love. When will you learn that?" Our eyes locked with anger vividly clear in both of them. His blue eyes looked to be hurt for a second.

Mine just showed the hatred I felt.

He let go of wrist, now red from all the force he had placed on it. "We've been married for so long yet I still can't even touch you willingly. It wounds me, Alessia." He rubs his templets.

"Five years don't mean shit to me." As I finished my sentence he started to push everything off his study's desk. As much as his sudden fits of anger scared me I was used to this.

He walked closer towards me grasping my chin and making me look up towards him. "I should've never agreed to marry you." He said as his liquor filled breath hit my face.

As much as I wanted to hide my feelings and be strong I couldn't help it, my eyes started to water, tears threatening to run down. His eyes trailed every inch of my face slowly as If inspecting it all.

My eyes, my nose. My eyebrows, my hair.. my lips.

He collided his lips against mine aggressively. Unleashing all his anger into the kiss the second I kissed him back.

I hated this man so much, but not his cock.

He grabbed my hair vigorously pulling my head back. His tongue roamed every part of my mouth slowly moving it out of it and tracing it down my neck. The liquor he had consumed just minutes ago mixed with the saliva he left behind with his tongue made the perfect mixed smell.

Seconds later his tongue was nowhere near my mouth but dangerously close to my breasts. I stared down at him but before I could focus on him he flipped me over his vale-back wood office desk and pulled my skirt up.

I smirked knowing what was coming.

Without saying anything he moved my black lace panties aside and plunged his thrusting dick inside of me.

"You'll learn to respect me." Julian said thrusting deeper into me.