Arranged Marriage: Dangerous Heiress

        Andy waited until her husband was delivered to her by Dmitri. It's already three in the morning and Dmitri glanced at the clock telling her that he's done delivering every boy to their respected homes. She thanked him since his baby might be already looking for him.

"Hey, sober up!" She smacked his chest and they nearly stumble. If she wasn't strong enough to carry him, they would've already on the floor. "I don't want you to get yourself drunk." She muttered and Zachary held in the rain.

"Hey, love." He kissed her cheek and her neck. She frowned and smacked his chest.

"Stay still and fucking help me with yourself."

"Sorry, sorry…" He murmured as they went to their bedroom. She pushed him into the bed and exhaled. She held her round stomach.

        He sat up and reached her stomach and kissed it.

"Baby… Come out so mommy and I could make love all day and night." He muttered. She scoffed and glared at him.

"Get hold of yourself, dumb ass!" She pushed him and removed his shoes, his shirt, and everything. He even helped her with removing his clothes and he grinned at her as he tried to remove her sleeping dress. "No!" She hissed at him. "Go to the bathroom now and brush your teeth."

        He salutes and stood that he nearly as he strode to the bathroom. He opened the door and keep looking at her as he brushed his teeth. Then he strode to her and started kissing her.

"I love you!" He grinned at her and keep kissing her face. "I love you. I love you so much, Andro." He reached her stomach. "And I love our baby too…"

"Good to know." She smiled and reached his face. "Let's sleep now. I can't let you make love to me when you are drunk."

"Why not?" He pouted and he kissed her stomach.

"Come on, I'll tuck you in." She said and gently adjust to the other side and she pushed the duvet. He lay beside her and he pulled the duvet to cover his nude body.

        She pillowed over his chest and hugged him.

"I love you."

"I am loving you more each day and each night." He murmured. He closed his eyes. "Your asshole cousin is fucking my sister." He murmured.

"Did Andel say it?"

"I know that he's in love with her." He mumbled. He might not know what he's talking about.

***

        Andrew wasn't in the right mind as he peeled her jacket off from her and he quickly tore her shirt just to see that glorious breasts that she had. It wasn't that big but it's perky and perfect in his hands. He sucked her round nipples and keep sucking like he's trying to seek for milk. He did it to another and Love couldn't restrain from him.

        Love felt like she melted, and she just accepts him. His kiss goes down to her abdomen and she didn't know when he undressed her down there. She just felt a sharp pleasurable pain inside her. She chokes a few gasps and felt him inside her so good. With each stroke he made is hard and fast and she's coming easily.

        She held on his shirt as she comes, and he shortly came inside her.

        She's tired from work and this… she felt herself floating and it seemed like he's carrying her upstairs.

"Andrew…" She muttered.

"I want more, Love." He said huskily.

        She felt that she's still in clouds as he put her on his bed. He removed all his clothes and he put his watch on the side table. His eyes are burning at her naked body and he ripped the rest of the stockings that she's wearing.

"I need to go!" She sat up but Andrew pushed her down and positioned between her legs. He started sucking her nipples and then her collarbone.

"I'm not done." He muttered in his rough sexy voice.

"Damn it!" She hissed at him. "Why do you have to go to that Club?" She asked.

"It was my brother's idea." He lowered his kiss down to her pubic and he started with sucking her sensitive button and she gasped and looked down at him.

        She grabbed his hair and pushed him down as his tongue goes deeper. She breathed heavily and something is building inside her stomach. She threw her head back, her back arcs as she released her orgasm. She's still recovering from the shock and she felt him again inside her screwing her like it's the end of the world.

        Andrew is already sober after the second lovemaking. Love is already knocked out by his stamina and she's hugging his pillow. He reached her naked back and caressed it down her spine. This woman is incredible and unique. They are the same bastard and she fights for survival.

        He shouldn't feel bad for killing the assassin. It was for the sake of his family and he would kill if anyone hurt his family. They are the only ones who cared for him and give him a luxury life that Love couldn't have.

        He exhaled and slipped off from the bed and he went downstairs to the kitchen to get some water. He opened the cap of the glass bottle and swig it to his mouth. He took another bottle for her and he walked to the stairs, and he momentarily saw the mess in the living room. Her clothes are there and her bag. He rubbed his head and went upstairs.

        She rolled on the bed and hummed, and he somehow got a peek on her butt. Round and firm. He gets hard and he put the bottles on the side table. He lay just behind her and he scooped her breasts.

"Love." He muttered and squeeze her breasts harder. She opened her eyes and nudged him.

"What?" She hissed.

"Don't sleep yet."

"Fucking asshole." She murmured and she wasn't ready when he slid his hard one inside her and he started thrusting slowly.

        He stopped and he grabbed her up until she's sitting on his lap, facing him. She smacked his chest.

"Ride on me…" he muttered and kissed her chin.

"I'm tired." She muttered. He thrust inside her deep and she hold on his arms.

"I'm not tired. I've been sleeping and just lazing out the whole week."

        After the passionate one, he put her down and let her rest. He should probably do the same so they could fuck later. He glanced at the clock and it's already three in the morning.

***

        Love felt like her body has been hit by a truck and her core hurt more than her she felt when it was her first time. They did it twice in her first time but this night? They did it more than trice. She opened her eyes and the first thing she saw is the alarm clock. She immediately sat up when it's already eleven. She's so fucking late at her work.

        She pushed the covers and looked for her bag and other things. There's damn nothing. So, she took his polo-shirt that is oversized, and she ran downstairs. She reached her bag and pulled her phone. She received missed calls from her friend and then she called her.

"Love, where are you?"

"I—I couldn't leave the bed. My fever is not going down." She murmured in a husky voice.

"Oh, okay. I'll tell the boss about it. You need to rest."

"I'll just sleep this on and will go to work as soon as I recovered."

"Don't worry. I'll handle everything and asked for your sick leave."

"Thank you." She put her phone down and she sat on the floor for a while. She looked around. Her clothes are ripped even her panties and then her skirt.

        She washed her hand to her face and looked around. There are little changes in the house and Andrew is a mess. She went upstairs to gather the rest of her belongings but when she got there, his eyes are on her.

"Hey," He greeted and reached the bottled water. He reached the other one for her.

"Why did you rip my clothes?" She asked with creased brows. "And my uniform?"

"Why are you working in the bar when you have work during the day?"

"That's because I have to pay double for the tuition fee that I loan."

        Andrew calculated it on his mind.

"Now, it's already fucking eleven and I can't go to work because of you!"

"Oh." He muttered. "So, you take a day off?"

"Yes. I just said that I have a fever and I can't report."

        He glanced at the clock and he patted the bed. She creased her brows and she shook her head.

"No."

"Okay…" And he stared at the carpet for a moment. "You want to do it on the carpet?"

"Fuck no!" She scolded him. "You are so fucking dumb!" She glared at the clothes. She exhaled. She needs money to buy a new skirt and a new damn pair of stockings.

        She bent down to picked up her ripped stockings and then her shoes. She squeals when Andrew scooped her waist and pinned her on the nearest wall. He spread her legs and grinned at her as he attacked her with his mouth