It was all frustration at work for Roux as the CEO. The reason? He wouldn't tell. His excuse was that you're just his forced wife. You don't have to know everything. You are also his employee, the one who got promoted to PM for 'no reason'.

As soon as you both got home, he let out a frustrated sigh as you took of your boots and coat.

"What's wrong?" You look at him with this concerned expression. He hated that. Hated how you pretended to care.

He let out a bitter scoff, hands on his hips as he stared at your for a few seconds. "You're a little whore, you know that?" He looked you dead in the eyes as he backed you to the nearest wall and pinned you against it harshly.

"What-" You barely got the word out of your mouth when he crashed against your lips in a hungry, passionate kiss.

You knew how this was going. You're in for a rough night.

You both moaned against each others lips, your hands undoing the buttons of his shirt, as his did with the zipper of your dress.

And before you know it, you were both on the bed, naked and full of lust as he thrusted into you roughly. He set a pace—a rapid one. One that's definitely hard to forget.

Your back arched from the bed, arms stretching to grip your hands on his shoulders tightly.

"I'm the only one who can see you like this." He said through gritted teeth, sweat pouring down his forehead as he continued to move. "Because"—thrust—"you"—thrust—"are"—thrust—"my"—thrust—"wife"—thrust.