I’m in love with you demon; contract marriage
A contract brought them together.
But it was the fire between them that burned the rules to ash.
Carlos Knight is known as The Demon—a cold, ruthless CEO with no time for weakness… or love.
Evelyn Blackwood is the fallen heiress with nowhere to go. When he offers her a deal—three months as his wife in exchange for survival—she signs without a second thought.
But behind the icy stares and clipped orders lies a man fighting something far more dangerous than business rivals: his growing obsession with the woman he should’ve ignored.
She’s warm. Bold. Unafraid to challenge his dominance.
And the more she pushes, the more he wants to ruin her… gently.
Late nights turn into heated silences.
A single kiss threatens to unravel the rules.
And when he pulls her into his arms, it’s no longer about contracts—it’s about need.
But falling for her means breaking the one rule Carlos has always lived by:
Never let your heart decide.
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The storm outside was dying down, but the tension inside the bedroom was only rising.
Evelyn stood frozen near the door, holding her robe tighter around herself. Her lips parted slightly when she saw Carlos sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless, a glass of half-finished whiskey in his hand and a haunting look in his eyes.
He didn’t look up when he spoke.
“You can’t keep avoiding me, Evelyn.”
Her breath caught.
She wanted to argue, say she wasn’t—but they both knew it would be a lie.
“I wasn’t…” she started, but her voice betrayed her.
He finally turned to her, his gaze dark, slow, and heavy—like a flame crawling over silk. “You think I don’t see it? The way you hold yourself back, like you’re afraid of what this is.”
Evelyn stepped forward, unable to meet his eyes. “I just… I don’t know what this is.”
He stood.
One step brought him inches from her. Another had her backed gently against the wall.
His hand slid around her waist, warm and possessive, pulling her close until their bodies aligned like puzzle pieces finally locking into place.
“Let me show you,” he murmured.
He bent his head, brushing his lips along her neck—not kissing yet, just breathing her in. Evelyn’s hands instinctively clutched at his shoulders, as her heart thundered against her ribs.
“Carlos…”
“Say you don’t want me,” he whispered, voice barely audible against her skin. “Say it, and I’ll stop.”
But she couldn’t. Not when every inch of her ached for his touch.
He lifted his head, their eyes locking in a silence louder than any thunder.
And then—God, he kissed her.
Not gentle. Not asking.
It was a claiming.
A kiss that said mine, a kiss that set her soul on fire. His hands roamed her back, her waist, holding her like a lifeline he’d been denied his entire life. And when she moaned softly against his lips, he deepened it, drinking every sound she gave him like it was salvation.
The robe slipped from her shoulders. His hands replaced it.
No more cold contracts. No more distance.
Just her. Just him.
