You are in an arranged marriage with your enemy Vincent ,you hated each other's existence to the core

But eventually you got used to his cold, annoying, and conquetish attitude towards you. The reasons you two got married together is because your parents lose to a bet and his parents wants him to give them a grandchild

Your only problem with him, every business meeting he has, he would often go home with an injury or bruises

"Ugh" he whimpered when you placed the towel on his wound

You were sitting on your knees between his legs while he sat on the couch infront the fireplace

"hey it's fine, I'm almost done" you told him reassuringly

but before you could finish you noticed he had a huge bruise on his lower stomach

"OMG Vincent. You have to stop this" you spoke concerned, while inspecting his bruise

You took out an ointment that was supposed to relieve the pain from bruising

You carefully started massaging the ointment onto his stomach

that's when he threw his head back, his breath growing unsteady

*Vincent , are you alright? this shouldn't hurt" you said while massaging

"Trust me, it doesn't" He rasped while smirking at you

You looked at him puzzled

"However, it would make me feel better if you go lower"