Chapter 204

Chapter 204
Clara: POV

Andrei's lips crashed onto mine, hungry and demanding.

The shock paralyzed me for a heartbeat before a torrent of conflicting emotions swirled through me like a hurricane.

My brain screamed to push him away, but my body betrayed me, melting into his embrace.

This wasn't like our previous kisses—those carefully choreographed, brief displays of affection we performed for the cameras and onlookers.

Those kisses were calculated, controlled, part of our contract. But this was something else entirely—raw, uninhibited, and terrifyingly real.

My hands, moving with a will of their own, clutched his shirt, pulling him closer instead of pushing him away.

His mouth moved expertly against mine, his tongue seeking entrance.

I parted my lips, allowing him in, and a soft moan escaped me as our tongues met.

Everything about this felt forbidden and thrilling.

There was no audience here, no cameras, no reason to pretend. Yet here we were, breaking the most fundamental rule of our agreement.

Andrei's hands released mine, tracing down the curves of my body until they reached my hips.

In one fluid motion, he lifted me off the ground.

Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist, the high slit in my expensive red designer dress making it embarrassingly easy.

My free hand slid to the back of his neck, fingers tangling in his hair as I pulled him deeper into our kiss.

His tongue danced with mine, exploring my mouth with an intensity that made my head spin.

I couldn't think—didn't want to think—about what this meant or where it was leading. For once, I just wanted to feel.

With my legs still wrapped around him, Andrei began moving.

I barely registered that we were leaving the living area of the suite until I felt him gently lowering me onto something soft. His bed.

The realization crashed through my passion-fogged brain like a bucket of cold water.

When Andrei pulled back, I saw raw desire blazing in his eyes.

The sight made me tremble. He was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he quickly shrugged off his tuxedo jacket and began unbuttoning his shirt.

Buttons scattered across the floor in his haste, revealing his toned chest inch by tantalizing inch.

Reality finally penetrated my desire-clouded mind. This wasn't just a kiss anymore. This was heading somewhere that explicitly violated our agreement.

"Andrei..." My voice came out embarrassingly shaky. "That... it's not in our contract."

He loomed over me, his eyes dark with lust. "Fuck the contract," he growled, his lips finding my jawline, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck.

His tongue traced patterns on my skin that sent shockwaves through my body.

I gasped as he found a particularly sensitive spot, and felt my underwear growing damp with need.

My body was betraying me again, responding to his every touch while my mind raced to catch up.

Then suddenly, he stopped.

He raised his head, looking directly into my eyes, his expression serious despite the desire still evident on his face.

"Do you want this?" he asked, his voice rough with restraint.

I bit my lip, my thoughts tumbling over each other.

Having sex with Andrei Wilson was both terrifying and thrilling.

Our contract had a strict "no sex" clause.

This marriage was just a one-year charade.

But we were technically husband and wife. I'd saved myself for marriage, dreaming of giving myself to someone who truly loved me.

Then Carlos- my ture boyfriend, destroyed those dreams, proving himself unworthy of that gift.

Would giving my virginity to my superstar idol, my husband in name, be so wrong? To me, it felt strangely fitting in this fake arrangement.

Andrei's expression changed as I hesitated, growing cooler. "If you don't want to, just say so. I'll stop right now," he said, beginning to pull away.

"No!" I blurted out, surprising myself with my vehemence. "Please, don't stop."

The relief that washed over his face was palpable. He exhaled deeply, a smile breaking across his features as he lowered himself to kiss me again.

"God, baby! I honestly didn't know what I was going to do if you said no," he murmured against my lips.

The tension that had built between us started to dissolve into something lighter, more playful. I found myself smiling against his kiss.

"Then maybe I should have said no, just to see what you would do," I teased, running my fingers down his bare chest.

Andrei chuckled, the sound vibrating against my lips.

His eyes took on a dangerously sweet glint as he pinned my hands above my head.

"Little girl, you'll see what happens when you tease me," he warned, his voice a low, promising growl that sent shivers of anticipation racing down my spine.

The weight of his body pressing me into the mattress felt impossibly right. Every point where we touched seemed to burn with awareness.

I arched up, seeking more contact, more of that delicious friction.

Andrei responded by capturing my lips again, the kiss deeper and more thorough than before.

As I felt his hands clumsily unfastening my zipper behind my back, I whispered, "Be careful, don't damage it. It was terribly expensive!"