As she bounced twice on her own bed she shook with horror. Everything was happening too fast. He had kissed her with resolve, like nothing could stop him from marking his claim and god knows what he was planning to do tonight.
She desperately shook her head, frantically conveying the wrongness of his actions.
Nothing can happen tonight.
He had already kissed her before their marriage. If her father was to know of this, which he obviously would, he wouldn't be pleased. It was her father whom she had inherited her conservative nature from. If he knew his daughter was sexually involved with a man, her fiancé or not, he'd rather have her dead than alive. She had to stop this mad man before he went insane.
At the side of bed he stood watching her drown in her thoughts. Her small stature awkwardly splayed on her queen sized bed. She would have moved faster to run out the door had her body had given a response. Her helplessness made him smirk.
Ever since their first meeting this little thing had intrigued his attention. It was unusual for him to lose his control but knowing his tempting little fiancé lived ten minutes from his hotel, was a fact far difficult to know and not act upon.
He had planned on ravishing her on their wedding night but fuck! He wouldn't hold back now, not when she looked so delicious and ready to eat.
As he lowered himself down on the bed towards her, she backed up, frenetically moving to the other side of her bed. His jaw clenched at her action. With one rough pull on her ankles, she was under him in a moment, breathing heavily. His shadow completely blocked her from moonlight, engulfing her in his darkness.
"What are you running from kitten" He mused.Their closeness did nothing to calm her nerves. She should have locked the door when her instincts told her to. His breathe fanned her face. She pushed on his shoulders with all her energy. It was daunting that he didn't even budge."Please..." she managed to blurt, witnessing the glint of surprise in his eyes.
"Why?" he interrogated, not glad that his fiancé did not want him. For all that mattered, she was going to be his, there was no alternative to she being attracted to him. He wasn't a kind of man who women said no to.
"You can't...you can't have me before marriage" it pained her for having to explain such a simple thing to him.He smiled at her reaction. His sharp features were highlighted by what small amount of light her room had managed to contain.
"I can't fuck you before our wedding?" His disgusting choice of words made her nauseated but nonetheless she shook her head in an eager expression of absolutely not, giving his chest another useless push.
Caressing her lower lip with utter gentleness he feigned innocence before pondering,
"But I already kissed you, what about that?"
"Kiss is fine but nothing more...please" she managed to say, struggling as his large fingers fondled her face, driving her insane.
"Kiss is fine?" He mused now staring right in her eyes. Her grave mistake heavily sinking, shaking her to the core.
Before she could take her words back, his lips hungrily latched onto hers, his hands skillfully pinning her hands above her head.
Her stinging wish to struggle slowly died down as his weight crushed her protest. If anything, he was her future. She rather maintain her unwilling posture and lose every hope of gaining his trust or give into his temptations and make him agree into things she wanted. She chose latter.
What's the worse that could happen? Father will never see my face, he already doesn't...Hesitantly and slowly she responded to his Kiss. He groaned as he felt her lips moving, finding a perfect rhythm, his tongue diving deep in her mouth, exploring her insides.Feeling her attempts to resist faltering he loosened his grip on her arms and picked her up yet again. In the little privilege of time she inhaled a large gulp of air, feeling dizzy.
This is happening
She tightly held onto his shoulders as he held her in his arms, making her sit in her large window. In between her legs, he stood tall in all his glory, even with the great height of her window he had to lower down to be face to face with her.His face glistened with light as his eyes twinkled with mischief, his hair almost in a state of dishevel, before she could observe him more, her view was blocked by his lips crashing on her. This time he took his time in licking the mole in the corner of her lips before diving into her mouth.
Tara felt utterly baffled about these foreign emotions she was forced to deal with. His hands roamed over her body, they stayed on her waist before moving inside her shirt. She panicked when his touch started to approach her braless breast. She held his arm before he could discover places she didn't want him to. He parted from her intoxicating lips to look at her, raising an eyebrow for her hesitancy.
"I...I...Ca...can't do this" she stuttered not finding enough courage to stare up at him.He hummed, pushing the strand of her hair behind her ear, momentarily watching the moon behind as it witnessed their activities.
"If you can't do this now, how will I know you'll do this after marriage?" His calm was deceiving, running painfully low on patience, hardly managing to keep it inside his pants.
And yet his question was accurate. If it was up to her, she could never do this.
If he conveyed her inability to allow him to do whatever he wanted to her father, he would lose a lot more than his reputation, it definitely didn't offer her anything good in back too. But the fact that he wanted her involvement raised unnecessary hopes inside her.
He sought her compliance even in the position of being able to force her. As desperate as she was, she gently tried to put the label on her will.
"Let me work" she spoke out of nowhere. "it's online, I'd be home all the time, I swear no one will find out"
Her throat tightened around her words, "I'd do anything if you allow me" she added, slowly but unwillingly guiding her hand to the first button of his shirt, undoing it. Little did she know with that she signed up for a lot of things she wasn't ready for.
His eyes narrowed at her action."Is that so?" jerking her hand off his shirt he retorted, not seeming pleased at having to make an agreement to touch his woman."Are you trying to crack a deal here?" Pulling her thighs even closer to his body he whispered, ensuring she felt insanely large bulge in his pants."I let you work, you let me fuck...hmm?"She gulped. That's all she could, unable to process anything when he pressed a hard bulge against her. His hand yet again effortlessly snaked into her shirt, not meandering around before grabbing her breast . All the emotions she felt before now replaced with brand new ones, more dangerous ones. She had no idea a man's touch could introduce so many feelings to her already overwhelmed state. His thumb slowly circled her nub, enjoying her inner turmoil between her Brain and body. Her both hands tightly held his wrists to stop him from doing the unforgivable. Her eyes brimmed with tears pleading him to stop but what hurt her more was the growing wetness in between her legs aching for more. She didn't even know his name and yet he had done far more damage than anyone she ever knew."Huh? Is that what you want? A deal?" Pinching her nipple he earned an incomprehensible groan from her delicious lips. When she didn't- rather couldn't reply, he teared fabric she called shirt in a second getting rid of it in the record speed. Before she could process she was half naked he had already intertwined his fingers in her shorts and pulled them out her legs.
She felt humiliated as his gaze followed his naked possession. She covered her most intimate parts in all the capacities she could but he wasn't one of the men who'd have it. It took him a single jerk on her hands to stop her from covering herself.
There she sat stark naked in her window, feeling disgustingly humiliated and utterly helpless in front of a man that held no pity, no warmth. He watched her as if she was hewed out of precious diamond, perfectly tailored for him, her soft incandescent skin shining under moonlight. She grew uncomfortable at his gaze shamelessly roaming on her body, not masking his unholy intentions. His eyes perilously tingled her skin as if fondling without touch, licking without tongue, devouring without mouth. Her struggles grew as she helplessly watched his gaze becoming penetrative, insinuating his desire. His hold on her hands tightened with her growing defiance, his fist enough to control both her wrists behind her back, closing their distance further, the thin fabric of his shirt wrinkling like a poor barricade between their skins. She had never felt so vulnerable at a man's feet, at the doorstep of fate who played a brutal game with her frailty. And in all the situations she couldn't but w
Everything was blurred for next two days. Her room was flooded with maids, beauticians, and hair dressers. Their meandering as annoying as unbothered. It didn't matter, and for that matter, nothing mattered. She did not notice their presence, their existence all but the remnants of reality as she expressionlessly watched it in the dazed state. She realised what sham of a matrix she had been living so far while the only truth was him- the stoutness of his features, the roughness of his skin, the coldness of his gaze, the harshness of his actions. In the minutes of their meet, he had changed the definitions of marriage for her. For someone who hadn't experienced a man's touch, she had had nothing than a roller coaster ride that night, riding to the heights of pleasures and the depths of pain. And it was all but a glimpse, she knew, a quick peek over what he could actually to do. A sudden shiver ran over her skin at the thought. She internally shook her head, already scared of her fut
Wedding had been fairly simplistic. Except for the presence of some of the most deadly people in Italy, everything appeared minimalistic. Her white dress had been exactly of her size, complementing her soft curves at just the right places. She walked down an aisle alone. Her long cathedral veil, minimum makeup and simple bun did not hinder her way from attracting attention. Now that she knew what kind of power she had married to, it all made sense, the fawning appreciation, narrowing gazes, inundating importance, everything. At the end of aisle he offered his hand like a gentleman. Engulfing her small hand in his, pulling her closer, she didn't dare look from floor, drenched in sweat and shame, feeling his sharp gaze through the sheer veil. As priest said rites of marriage her hand started profusely sweating, the quiver of her lips visible. Never in her dreams had she thought she would ever get married to Italian don. "Do you Donavan Frantino, take Tara Rao as your lawfully wedded
Once inside the room, she quietly adjusted her laptop down on the table and started setting it up. They had left from their own reception before everyone else, not that anyone dared questioned why. But she knew she had gotten herself in trouble, even though he had shown different sets of emotions, he was undoubtably irritated.If it wasn't for her compliance in bed, he wouldn't have even considered her request. It bothered his own mind as to why he saught her willingness. For all that mattered, she was his fucking wife, he could bend her over and have his way, and yet he wanted to have her battle with herself, he cherished the way she seethed under him, loathing everything but not denying anyways.He settled himself down, crossing his legs across mattress, relaxing back on the bed post, watching as she didn't mind changing her clothes before sitting in front of screen. They had barely reached in time. He had driven his Porsche like a truck, slowly taking turns, waiting on empty signa
She limped stomach first on the bed, utterly exhausted. After withdrawing fifth orgasm from her he had finally cum inside her. He had her bending in every possible position, each allowing him penetrate her at different angles. Just when she'd start thinking it'll be over soon, he'd pick her up, and begin all over. Her throat was parched from how much she had moaned, louder each orgasm, begging him to give her a break but his wildness seemed to have no end. Not once did he become the source of sound except for when his flesh would hit her insides, the room was all about her, her screams, her moans, her pleads.He saw his cum oozing out of her pussy as she laid limp in his bed. He gently pushed his cum back in her pussy ensuring she was brimmed with his seed. This is all to get her pregnant. It hadn't been a week getting to actually know her but imagining her bearing his children had his possessivity intensifying. As soon as she is pregnant she wouldn't wanna continue her job too. His
"Because it's also the least number of times you'll cum tonight". She was shocked to hear him present his intent so crudely to her. She realised when it's about him, its way better to not know what's coming, with his plan of action set forth so clearly, she wanted to jump out the window. Her hands instinctively went to his hands on her waist, pushing him away. With a jerk he pulled her even closer. She felt his arousal at her back, confirming everything he intended to do. "I...I.. am sore..." she tried to explain, wishing for him to consider it as a valid issue. "I'll make it go away" he kissed his way down her neck. Lowering the strap of her dress. As soon as her pebbled breast peeked out, his hand instinctively took a hold of it, caressing his little possession. "Why aren't you wearing a bra" he asked, holding her mound as if to weigh it. "I..I...don't like wearing i..it at ho..home" she tried not to stutter while his hand played with his new toy. As she looked down to at hersel
Stepping down the window she picked up her dress and wore it yet again. She didn't know what to do. After standing dumbfounded in the same spot for ten minutes straight, she decided to open her laptop to distract herself. His image of lightly sucking on her breast before leaving kept replaying in her mind. If he was going to keep playing with her body everyday, she doubted she could ever focus on anything other than him. Unconsciously like a habit, her hand clicked on emails as her recently received appealed. Even though her mind still rustled with the sinful images of his doings, one particular email caught her attention. Immediately clicking on the full content an unknown smile spread across her face. Finally...She was accepted as the medical writer from the company that interviewed her yesterday. After completion of certain documentation formalities she could start her work from tomorrow. She was delighted to the most, not only would she be able to continue with her career but it
Her eyelids opened only to see a closed eyed beast. He looked far from peaceful even in his sleep. His slightly furrowed eyebrows made her think of him as a person who even slept in doubt. He hadn't touched her after sex nor tried to cuddle her like loving husband and wife do. She was thankful to the least. It was enough he made her miserable during their intercourse to be staying in touch after.She kept staring at him, hoping him to open into pieces he was made of, thinking if her staring could decipher him, he would have been the easiest puzzle she ever solved. She learnt how his nose gently flared as he breathed, how his chest moved in a rhythm, how his biceps held his head as he slept like an alert guard on night duty. There was no doubt he looked like a sinful God from the outwardly planet. No way in the world had she ever expected a man so handsome to bed her. It was impossible to even think of a man like him in her life. She had never seen such perfection of manly features in