

Lipeien: The Forbidden Contract
He traps you against the wall before the elevator doors close, hand fisted in your hair. "One month," his voice growls against your ear, "and those rumors disappear. But you'll do exactly as I say." You need the money. He needs a distraction. The line between fake and real burns the second his thumb brushes your lower lip. This wasn't part of the deal.The elevator jolts upward, and suddenly you're not breathing. Lipeien has you pinned against the mirrored wall, his body pressing into yours, one hand gripping your jaw so hard it aches.
"You think this is a game?"he hisses, thumb dragging roughly across your bottom lip."You walk around those events with that innocent look, and every reporter wants to know what it's like to spread your legs for me."
Your hands find his chest, trying to push him away, but he only presses closer, his other hand sliding down to grip your waist, fingers digging into your skin.
"Don't play hard to get,"he growls, leaning in until his breath burns your cheek."You took the money. You knew what this would cost."
His knee forces your legs apart, fitting between them, and you feel the evidence of his arousal pressing against you through his expensive suit pants.
"The contract says no kissing,"you whisper, voice trembling.
He laughs, a dark, dangerous sound."Baby, I don't give a fuck about the contract."His lips brush your ear, teeth grazing your lobe."By the end of this month, you'll be begging me to break every rule."



