You're Mine Until the Contract Burns

Chapter 9 Faking Moans

Ella was so tense that she used all her strength.

Carlos hadn't expected her to react so fiercely. The pain from her bite caused him to momentarily freeze.

He pressed his hand to the spot where she'd left a mark, his eyes flashing with a mix of desire and anger. "You bit me?"

Seizing the opportunity, Ella quickly scrambled away, clutching the blanket tightly as she huddled at the head of the bed. "Don't come any closer! Or... or I'll really make you regret it!"

Carlos listened to her trembling warning, a mix of irritation and amusement rising in him.

He had only intended to tease her, never actually planned on taking things any further. After all, a man like Carlos could have any woman he wanted with a mere snap of his fingers.

But Ella's resistance stirred something much deeper in him, igniting a strong desire to dominate her. In a swift motion, he grabbed both of her wrists with one hand, pinning them above her head, and leaned his body down to trap her beneath him. The whole move was fluid and effortless.

Before she could react, Ella found herself trapped once again.

"Just how are you going to make me regret this?" Carlos asked, his voice low and teasing.

"Let go, you bastard! We made a deal!" Ella shot back, her voice filled with frustration. "I'll pretend to be your loving wife in public, but I'm not getting into bed with you!"

Tonight was their wedding night, and John had certainly sent someone to keep an eye on them. He couldn't risk making any "inappropriate" noise. Any sign of trouble would complicate things even further.

With his plan in motion, Carlos wasn't about to let this foolish woman ruin it.

He grabbed Ella's chin, a cruel smile creeping onto his lips. "I don't force women, and I'm a man of my word. But tonight, someone's coming to check in on us. To avoid unnecessary trouble and keep my business on track, I won't touch you. But mark my words, sooner or later, you'll willingly come to me."

Ella's chest tightened as she stared into his eyes, his unwavering gaze making her feel like her fate was sealed.

Suddenly, Carlos released her, stood up, and walked over to the door. He paused, listening intently to the sounds outside.

Ella sat up, her face flushed with a mixture of anger and embarrassment. "Checking in on us? Ha!" She scoffed, "Who would believe your lies?"

Carlos raised a finger to his lips, signaling her to be quiet. He opened his phone and showed her a live feed from the hallway. Two bodyguards and John's butler, Willis Jensen, were standing just outside their door.

Ella gasped, covering her mouth in disbelief, and screaming inwardly, 'This is insane! On our wedding night, they're listening in on us?'

"What kind of twisted family are you guys? This is sick!" she muttered, disgusted.

Carlos remained calm. "That's my grandfather's butler, Willis Jensen. He's been with my grandfather for years, loyal to a fault. He'll report everything that happens tonight, every detail, to my grandfather. So if we want this 'transaction' to go smoothly, I suggest you cooperate. Otherwise, you'll never escape me."

Ella's mind raced, torn between the possibility of freedom and the distrust she felt towards Carlos. After a long pause, she reluctantly nodded.

Carlos pointed at the bed. "Hold the bedpost."

"Hold the... what?" Ella blinked in confusion. Carlos nodded again, confirming his request.

Ella hesitated, awkward and embarrassed, but she reluctantly obeyed.

The bedpost began to creak as they made rhythmic sounds.

Ella never imagined that something as simple as shaking a bed could be so humiliating. The worst part was that Carlos was watching her with those infuriating, suggestive eyes. This had to be the most ridiculous thing she had ever done.

She accidentally met his gaze for a moment, but it felt like her skin was being burned. She quickly looked away, unsure of where else to focus. Her eyes settled on the floor.

Carlos' gaze wasn't filled with desire, as Ella had feared. He was simply thinking to himself how the hell this creaky sound was going to fool Willis, the old fox.

Then, he leaned closer to her ear and whispered, "Give me some reaction."

"Reaction?" Ella lifted her head in confusion, only to realize how close he was. Their faces were so near, their noses nearly touching.

"Can you fake a moan?"

"Y-you!"

Ella's initial embarrassment was quickly replaced with fury. She was about to slap him when Carlos grabbed her wrist, holding it firmly. "Don't push it," Ella warned, her voice sharp.

Carlos tugged her into his chest, his voice low and serious as he spoke, "If we don't make this believable, Willis will come up with a hundred excuses to come in and watch me... take you. If you don't want that, then cooperate. Moan."

Ella had no experience, and the idea of pretending in such a way was humiliating beyond belief.

Her eyes darted nervously, and she mumbled, "This is just... get away from me!"

But Carlos was too close. Her heart raced in her chest, and she knew there was no escaping him. Begrudgingly, she let out a few awkward, uncomfortable moans.

Carlos sighed, rubbing his temple in frustration. He reached up, gently covering her mouth, knowing that if she kept going like this, their act would be ruined.

"This is my fault. I didn't realize you were this bad at this."

His calm tone made it sound like a simple statement of fact. But for Ella, it felt like a personal insult.

She yanked his hand away, anger boiling inside her, but she forced herself to whisper quietly, "You're the one who told me to moan!"

Carlos leaned in again, his strong arm wrapping around her waist. "Let me help you."

Ella's eyes widened in shock. "Hey... what are you trying to do now?"