Blackmailed to marry the ruthless billionaire

When his passionate, lips brushed over hers, leaving her wet all over and wanting, she found herself inching closer, to have more of him... More of what he could offer, only for the mysterious male to pull away, dragging his tongue across his wet lips as he left her needing and craving for his touch. "Remind me of what you said a moment before Ms. Throne. As far as I recall, you precisely refused my advances, saying you know what your body wants and so on. You almost convinced me into believing you could never be a good submissive." He tsked. Only after hearing his curt words was she called out of her fantasy world. "Y-You're wrong. In the world I live in, I only dream of my prince charming sweeping me off my feet as stupid as it sounds. And then we'd go to places together and have our happily ever after. Like I've said before... I don't need a dominant man disciplining me like I'm some wayward kid, bossing me around to do his sick bidding and neither am I going to be a 'Sub' to some dude. I'm sorry but that's not who I am. I have to refuse your offer, again." She knew herself well. She'd never want to engage in the BDSM world of a dummy sub, willingly allowing her body to be used in the cruellest of ways just to satisfy one bloody hunger-strived alpha, Dom. Never. She thought, racing out without looking back. "You can run but you can't hide how your body responds to mine... You can only deny it all you want but not for long. Surely, we will meet again, Manquer Zari. Soon and next time—You will be fully mine." To Claim. To Discipline To Own. Pain and pleasure.