Today, I married Lucas Garcia. However, I assumed my elder sister's identity, Emma Jones, to carry out this deception...

I felt a sense of happiness and fulfillment in marrying Lucas. My family didn't know that I had harbored an intense love for Lucas for 12 years. 

Growing up as twins, I always lived in Emma's shadow and never received what I truly wanted from my family.

Due to the hospital's negligence when I was little, I was sent to an orphanage. I was brought back to the Jones family three years ago.

My relationship with my family was strained, to say the least.

My parents treated me like a servant and constantly humiliated me, and my ultimate dream was to break free from the Jones family and live an independent life where I could pursue my dreams.

It was past midnight. After the wedding ceremony, Lucas left in a hurry. He didn't even give me an explanation.

As I gazed at the sparkling diamond ring on my finger, a hint of bitterness crept into my heart.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of the car engine turning off. Lucas was back! I walked to the mirror, tidied up my hair, and nervously made my way downstairs to wait for him.

Seeing Lucas enter, I smiled like a happy wife and said, "Darling, you're back..."

Before I finished my words, I smelt alcohol mixed with a strong perfume...

My nose twitched. Where did he go?

The answer was evident.

I knew I had married Lucas on behalf of Emma. My relationship with Lucas was important to the alliance between the Jones and the Garcia family.

My heart was full of disappointment, but I tried my best to smile.

I ignored his disregard for me and followed him upstairs, trying to initiate a conversation. "How's your day?"

As I looked up, I noticed that Lucas had already taken off his shirt, revealing his toned muscles that looked incredibly attractive under the light.

My face turned red as I quickly turned around. As I was about to apologize, his strong arm wrapped around me.

Before I could react, he threw me onto the bed.

Despite the soft mattress, I was thrown high in the air and felt a faint pain shoot through my spine.

Standing at the edge of the bed, Lucas looked down at me with his face obscured by the moonlight. Although I couldn't see his expression, I could feel his indifference.

Suddenly, Lucas asked, "What's your name?"

His question made me panic, but I tried to keep calm and answered, "Emma..."

My real name was Charlotte, not Emma. However, I couldn't reveal my true identity to Lucas.

As soon as I answered, Lucas pressed me down on the mattress and grabbed my hair with one hand. He forced me to look at him and asked word by word, "Emma, right?"

Only then did I see his face. There was no emotion in his blue eyes, only hatred.

A thin layer of cold sweat formed on my forehead as I began to panic. He held onto my hair, and I couldn't turn away. I could only look at him and try my best to nod.

Lucas' eyes grew colder. He said, "Since you're here, you'll have no turning back!" 

Without warning, he roughly grabbed me by the waist, pulling me towards him with a force that left me struggling to catch my breath.

His lips crushed against mine, a fierce and aggressive kiss that left me feeling powerless and breathless in his grasp.

He almost broke my lips, so I tried to push him away in pain, but his grip only tightened, his rough hands exploring my body with a hunger that was both intimidating and arousing.

It was clear that he was in control and I was merely a plaything for his pleasure.

I was a little scared, but I couldn't deny the raw passion that coursed through my veins as he dominated me with his every touch.

I had loved him for twelve years, and now I could finally have him! My body responded to him on some instinctive level.

Suddenly, Lucas became rough and began yanking at my clothes, tearing off my dress. But he wasn't content with just undressing me, he worked my panties down my legs until they fell to the floor.

I couldn't help but get wet. He was so rude, making me feel nervous, but twelve years of secret love made me want to have sex with him immediately.

My heart was excited, though I knew he regarded me as Emma.

As he approached me, the heat of his breath sent a ripple of pleasure through me, and when his tongue began to stroke my slip, my knees went weak with need.

I clung to his strong shoulders as he ran his tongue up and down my fold then around my sensitive clit, and I groaned with the incredible feel of it.

"Slut, you want it, don't you? Say it to me! Now!" he snapped.

"Yes," I moaned, feeling the heat building between my legs. "I want it so badly. I want you to take me and make me yours."         

"You naughty girl."

His fingers suddenly joined in, tracing the opening between my legs before slowly, tantalizingly sliding inside of me.

I rocked into his hand as he moved his fingers in and out of me, curling once they were deep inside so they could brush against my most secret spot.

His pace increased with every thrust, and soon, I was panting as I struggled to stay upright, the electric shocks of pleasure leaving me twitching and weak.

Lucas seemed to be enjoying torturing me.

He suddenly gripped my hips, his hands following my motion as he pulled me harder against him. Grabbing my hair in one hand, he forced me to kiss his cock through that thin piece of fabric.

His breathing grows harder. "Taste me. Now!" He placed my hand on his boxers and pull them down over his hips, releasing his sizable erection

The tip glistened with precome. Taking his head between my lips, I licked the pearly substance from the tip, relishing the salty flavor. 

"God, that feels so good," he groaned as I took him into my mouth.

As soon as I released him, he took my hand and threw me onto the bed forcefully. Then he spread my legs rudely and hovered over me.

The tip of his cock pressed at my entrance, and I could barely stand the wait as he teased me.

"Beg me," he ordered.

"Please, Lucas." I almost cried, unable to form a complete sentence through my haze of desire.

Then he suddenly pressed into me, filling me, and we groaned in sync.

He eased in and out of me, brushing my clit with each stroke and bringing me rapidly toward a climax.

Wrapping my legs around Lucas's hips, I rocked into him as he thrust, allowing him deep inside me.

"I love you, Lucas." Saying those words in the throes of passion makes my pleasure skyrocket, and I barreled toward orgasm.