Obsession With My Forced Wife

Chapter 7

“The anticipation and dread he felt at seeing her was also a kind of sensual pleasure, and surrounding it, like an embrace, was a general elation–it might hurt, it was horribly inconvenient, no good might come of it, but he had found out for himself what it was to be in love, and it thrilled him.”


– Ian McEwan

Evelyn' s POV

After Lance hugged me in the car, I kept my original posture and didn't dare to move or even breathe hard. He just hugged me again. I felt his muscular chest, and my heart was beating very fast as if I was suffocated.

Lance returned to his former indifferent appearance, sitting next to me like an ice cube. The car was very quiet and I was getting colder and colder. Oh, my husband is really a walking freezer, making people want to keep a long distance from him.

I continued to maintain my original posture, fearing that any actions would make his dissatisfaction. God, please let the car get to the destination quickly, I haven't learned how to get along with my husband yet.

At this moment, my ankle started to hurt. It must have been accidentally twisted when getting in the car. Although today's high heels are incredibly beautiful, they are too high. Wearing it is almost like being punished. It seems Genevieve is right. The beauty of a woman comes at a price.

I steal a glance at my husband, and he kept looking forward indifferently, as if I didn't exist at all. If he falls asleep right now, I can take off my high heels and massage my ankle well. I have no other choice but to close my eyes and quietly mutter in my mind: "Go to sleep, go to sleep." Although I am still looked quiet, the little witch in my heart is already jumping around and casting a spell to my husband.

The spell really works when Lance suddenly tilted his head to the side, holding his head with one arm against the window. He closed his eyes, as if about to take a nap.

Awesome! After making sure that he did not open his eyes, I quietly took off my high heels. I touched my ankle, it seemed to be swollen, hope it to get better soon.

About 30 minutes later, the car arrived at our home. This is different from the Richmond private villa where I grew up. My home is more like a garden, while this is more like a palace.

Am I going to be the bride imprisoned here?

The driver opened the door for us. After getting out of the car, Lance went straight to the villa without saying a word. His steps were so large that I couldn't keep up with him with a sore ankle behind him.

Hoping Lance won't be angry with me. I pray in my heart.

Suddenly Lance stopped. He looked back at me and frowned when he saw me limping.

"Emily, take Mrs. Cameron to her room." After speaking, he disappeared into the huge villa.

A maid came up to help me: "Be careful Madam Cameron. Watch the steps, and I will take you to the bedroom of you and Mr. Cameron."

Wait! did Lance call me Mrs. Cameron just now?

At night

Emily is a very enthusiastic and lively girl. Thanks for her company, so that I don't have to be bored at home. She took me to tour the entire villa and patiently answered my questions.

"I'm very happy to have a hostess here. You know, Mr. Cameron is usually very busy at work and spends very little time at home. This villa is so big, but it's quiet, and I often feel lonely here."

"You take good care of this place, thank you."

"You are welcome, Mr. Cameron paid me a very high salary, and I should perform my duties. If you have any needs here, please feel free to call me and I will serve you at any time. But today is your wedding night, I won’t take up too much of your time. Dear Mrs. Cameron, please go back to your bedroom to take a shower and enjoy your night."

Emily gave me a childish smile before leaving the villa.

The house became quiet again. It's 9:00 PM in the evening, and I don't think I can escape my wedding night.

I don't know where Lance has gone, I can only go back to my bedroom to prepare for a shower. The bedroom seems to be carefully prepared for newlyweds. It contains not only men's daily necessities, but also many women's. When I came to the cloakroom and opened the closet, a row of beautiful slip dresses appeared in front of me.

I was stunned, so many dresses, so beautiful, and so...sexy. They are completely different from the loose cotton dresses I used to wear. They are full of lace and hollow-out design, and they can only cover a few special parts of my body.

Am I going to sleep with Lance in such clothes? Just thinking of this possibility, I was about to faint. So I chose the most conservative one, turned and ran away from the cloakroom.

When I relaxed myself in the bathtub covered with petals, I felt the warm water enveloping my whole body. I closed my eyes and touched my body lightly. I can't help but think of today's kiss and those slip dresses. My body suddenly had an unspeakable desire. I was afraid to see Lance, but at the same time I wanted to see him than ever before.

But Lance never came back. After the shower, I lay in bed and fell asleep quickly, because today's wedding really made me tired.

When I was still asleep, I suddenly felt that a muscular man was pressing on me. I want to open my eyes but half of my consciousness is still in the dream. I feel like he is kissing my lips with his, then move down and kiss my neck, even my breasts. Then he started to explore my body with his fingers, making me want to indulge myself during this kind of rhythm.

Suddenly, his hand pinched my butt, making me feel a little pain and shame. I was completely awake, then I tried to resist him Instinctively.

"Don't move." The man said in a low voice.

It's Lance, this is Lance's voice.

Lance's POV

When we were in the car, although Evelyn rarely moved, I can still tell her anxiety.

Am I so scared that she was afraid to move in front of me?

Even if everyone praises her, I think she is just another timid woman.

So I pretended to nap and watched her secretly. She took off her high heels and massaged her ankles, showing some pain on her face. It seems that she got injured just now.

After arrived, I got out of the car and went home as usual.

Suddenly, I realized that I am not going home alone today. I turned my head and saw Evelyn limping with her twisted ankle and trying to keep up with me.

I wanted to help her subconsciously, but I controlled myself and told myself that she was just a person to receive my revenge. Then I said in a cold voice, "Emily, take Madam Cameron to her room."

I turned and walked to the study.

Wait! did I call that woman Mrs. Cameron?

After three international video conferences, it was 11 o'clock in the evening. I got up and went back to my bedroom as usual.

After opening the bedroom door, I felt that my bedroom had been rearranged. The new feminine products and the perfume made me feel unpleasant. All these changes remind me that I have a bride today.

When I came to the bed after taking a shower, I was shocked. My bride Evelyn is sleeping on the white sheets. Her red sexy slip dress make her like a freshly ripe cherry, inviting others to have a taste. She is a woman who perfectly combines purity and sexuality. Looking at her, I feel my body is waking up.

I pressed on her lightly and started kissing and touching her as I always long for. Oh, damn, the sensuality makes me unable to stop, I just want to release my desire in her body. I slowly kissed her lips and neck, and then came to the breast that I thirst for day and night, and I bite one and suck it vigorously.

Evelyn in the dream started to move, and she made a satisfied voice. She's just a bride sent by the McLean. Although she always acts like a virgin, she still shows her lustful nature under my body. Today I would like to take my revenge in bed.

So I pinched her ass severely, and my action became increasing rough. Evelyn seemed to be wake, and she began to resist me.

"Don't move." I said next to her ear with the low voice.

She seemed to be frozen at once. Well, I like obedient women. But I don't like women who are lack of passion in bed.

"Start your show, bitch." I slapped her on the ass again. Unexpectedly, she began to fight against me harder.

I became ever more excited, and I like this feeling of conquest.