Evan retracted his face, his robust frame pulling away from his wife, who lay in a deep, oblivious slumber, her breaths heavy and rhythmic. Slowly, Rossie’s beautiful hazel eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the soft morning light filtering through the silk drapes.

"Hmm...look at you. You feigned resistance, but you were enjoying it, Scelta," Evan chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down her spine. He casually wiped his lips, removing any trace of their shared kiss. "You liked it, didn't you?"

"Sir... you..." Rossie stammered, her mind struggling to catch up with the reality of the moment.

"What? What is it you want to say... hmm?" His eyes glinted with a predatory amusement that made her skin crawl.

Rossie fell silent, her breath catching in her throat, fighting back the rising tide of conflicting emotions. She narrowed her eyes, a flicker of defiance in their depths, and quickly moved away from Evan, putting as much distance as the opulent bed allowed.

She took a moment to compose herself, ensuring her voice wouldn't betray the turmoil within. Evan, seemingly unconcerned, showed no signs of approaching her again. Rossie rose and stood facing the ornate wall, its surface adorned with a subtle, yet intricate, floral pattern.

"I need space and time. Can I move to another bedroom, starting tonight? I mean... can we not share a room?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her gaze fixed on a distant point.

Evan's smile was cold, devoid of warmth. He shook his head firmly, his eyes hardening. Running a hand through his dark, impeccably styled hair, he rose from the bed and retrieved a cigarette from the nightstand.

With a flick of a silver lighter, he ignited the end, the flame illuminating the sharp angles of his face. He placed the cigarette between his lips and inhaled deeply, exhaling a plume of white smoke that momentarily obscured his features.

"No, you can't. You are my wife, and I will always sleep with you. Remember that!" His voice brooked no argument. "Have you forgotten why I married you?"

He paused, letting the question hang in the air, a stark reminder of the circumstances that had brought them together. "So listen carefully, I have rules for you," Evan continued, exhaling another stream of smoke.

"First, you can only sleep here, with me." He gestured around the lavishly decorated bedroom, a gilded cage of her own making.

"Second, you can't go anywhere. Your movements are limited to the area of my house." He emphasized the word "my," a possessive claim on her life.

"Third, you can only wear the clothes I've prepared for you, and all the accessories are in that wardrobe over there," Evan stated, pointing to a large, sturdy wooden wardrobe, its design a blend of classic elegance and modern minimalism.

"Don't worry, I've already estimated your body size down to the last detail," Evan chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I want you to always look your best."

"And fourth, this is the most important thing," Evan added, his voice dropping to a low, menacing whisper.

He began to close the distance between them, his long strides eating up the space.

Rossie gasped, a primal fear gripping her heart. She reflexively stepped back, each step Evan took forward forcing her further into retreat until her back pressed against the cold, unyielding wall.

"What's wrong? Are you scared?" he taunted, his eyes like chips of ice. "I told you, you have to get used to my presence near you, around you, surrounding you..."

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. "And especially inside you... your deepest self," Evan whispered, his words a brand against her skin.

A blush crept up Rossie's neck, her face turning crimson as she endured Evan's scorching words, which seemed to burn her even without his touch. She averted her gaze, unable to meet his intense stare.

Now, Evan's muscular arms encircled her slender body, trapping her against the wall. Rossie instinctively turned her face away, trying to escape the suffocating closeness.

"Listen, I'll finish what I was saying, Scelta. The fourth rule is... every time I want you, you must always obey. Anytime, anywhere. Understand? Do you understand?!" His voice was a low growl, laced with an undeniable command.

Rossie felt as though she was suffocating, the air thick with Evan's dominance. Every word he spoke was a chain, binding her further to his will.

But instead of succumbing, a spark of defiance ignited within her. She glared at him, her eyes flashing with anger. "Is this man crazy? A rich man like you, why are you so obsessed with me? You already have a wife, but your behavior is truly unethical."

She spat the words out, each syllable laced with contempt. "Why are you forcing yourself on me? A woman you didn't even know before...!"

Evan's fists clenched, his knuckles turning white. His jaw tightened, and his face darkened with a storm of emotions. He hated being questioned, especially by her.

"You little tiger, how dare you defy me," he hissed, his voice dangerously low. "There's no particular reason why I chose you, so don't get too big for your boots... My intuition... my gut feeling told me that you were the right woman to bear my child, that's all."

He paused, his eyes boring into hers. "Don't ask too many questions, let alone dare to criticize me. You know that your father's safety, health, and life are at stake if you dare to defy me," Evan said, moving his face closer until the tip of his aquiline nose brushed against Rossie's.

His words were a cruel reminder of the power he held over her, the strings he could pull to destroy her world.

Evan's strong fingers wrapped around her slender waist, pulling Rossie into his embrace until their bodies were pressed tightly together, each curve and angle molded against the other.

"Ehhgg... sir... let go..." she pleaded, her voice muffled against his chest.

"Listen, Ros, just obey me... you only need to obey me, then I will give your father his freedom and also plenty of money." His voice was softer now, a seductive whisper against her ear.

"And after you give birth to my child, I'll set you free too," Evan whispered, continuing to hold her slim waist tightly. His fingers began to move down, tracing the curve of her hips, then moving upwards to gently cup her breasts, sending a jolt of unwanted sensation through her body.