No one had called her.
Her family had cut her off.
So much for a blessed treaty.
Entering the bedroom, I found her lying on her back, naked, staring up at the ceiling. My cock hardened at the sight of her.
It was true what Cara said. Some men on our wedding day and night offered me their condolences. I’d made sure the men knew to keep their opinions to themselves as they’d been unwanted.
When I looked at Aurora, I didn’t see a woman lacking. She wasn’t a stunning beauty, but she was beautiful. I liked her curves. I was a big man, and I didn’t want to break a woman while fucking her. My strength and my appetite had me drawn to fuller women like Aurora.
I enjoyed sex and wanted it often.
I’d gone without for so long, only taking care of my needs by my hand. Several women had offered themselves to me, all of which I’d turned down. I had no interest in sticking my dick into a used cunt.
There was the problem.
Aurora had spoiled me.
Her virginity had been given to me, and now, there was no other pussy I wanted but my wife. The only problem was I didn’t exactly know how to have a wife. It was a weakness, and there was no way in hell I’d ever fucking tell anyone that.
I had no weakness. I was fucking strong.
Standing at the edge of the bed, I saw her eyes close, and I couldn’t do it. There was no way I could climb between her thighs and fuck her while she looked like she wanted to be anywhere else but with me.
“Come here. On your knees.” I clicked my fingers, and Aurora did as I asked. I saw the redness in her cheeks, but I didn’t care.
I had to fuck, to spill my spunk inside her willing body now. I had to take her, and the only way I was going to do that was if I didn’t see her face.
The moment I touched her, she jerked.
I moved her into place to steady her, and then I skimmed my fingers along her ass, teasing her. When I cupped between her thighs, I found her completely bone dry, and I cursed.
This would hurt, and she’d probably bleed if I took her. With no other choice, I found the tube of lubricant I always kept on hand, spread some on my fingers, and applied it to her tight cunt.
Easing out my dick, I smeared the rest of it across my hard length. I was rock-hard. My need was so great that I wasn’t even distracted by her dryness. All I wanted was to fuck.
With the tip at her cunt, I slid inside, and she was even tighter than I remembered. I’d been with my fair share of women, and I’d never known them to be like this. Clearly, they’d been broken in by a lot of men, because Aurora was tight.
I gripped her hips tightly, closed my eyes, and started to fuck her. I didn’t go slow, but I took her hard.
Harder than I intended, but it was what I needed.
In and out, I watched her cunt open up. She softened, but I didn’t give her a chance to come. At the final point, I slammed in balls deep and spilled my cum into her cunt, flooding her.
Ivan wanted kids, and I was duty bound to give them to him.
My cock was now spent for the time being. I slid out of her and put myself away.
Aurora didn’t move.
I stared at her ass, seeing my cum spill out from between her pussy.
“Lie down, put a pillow beneath your ass, and give it half an hour,” I said.
My cell phone rang, and without a backward glance, I left the room, feeling like a fucking asshole.
Why did it matter?
Why did I fucking care?
She was my wife, to do with as I pleased, and if I wanted to fuck her throughout the day, she would submit to me.
Then why did it leave a bad taste in my mouth?
Chapter Three
Aurora
Tonight was going to be a disaster.
I don’t know why Slavik had agreed to this dinner, but I was terrified. It was the first dinner as a married couple. Nearly five months into marriage, and he finally decided it was time to host a dinner. A private family dinner.
My parents were coming.
Only mine.
He didn’t have any parents.
This was going to be a nightmare, but for the past three days, I’d been planning it. Slavik had insisted on a cook. He wouldn’t eat anything I cooked for him. Not that it hurt or offended me.
It really did, but I tried not to let it show.
Along with reading, I also liked to cook. What Slavik didn’t know was that I’d put myself on a very strict diet. Years of name calling and abuse, and I was done. I wanted to be happy with myself, but I couldn’t handle it anymore. That day back in the restaurant had sealed the deal. Those words the women had laughed about. They hurt.
I worked out at the gym every single day. I swam every day. I counted calories, being sure not to go over my limit.
So far, I’d lost a couple of pounds, not that anyone noticed.
I did.
I’d even started to use the scales in the bathroom. They’d been placed in one of the storage cupboards. Now every single morning and each night, I weighed myself. It was difficult, but I tried to keep the weight the same morning and night. I ate little. Drank water, and in all honesty, prayed.
This evening was going to be difficult. In the past, my family had even mocked my attempts to lose weight, which had set me on a spiral of overeating.
I’d be in control. I was a married woman, planning my first dinner party. It would all go well. I was determined for it to work out.
Even as I thought the words, I couldn’t help but doubt myself.
Slavik had already returned home. We hadn’t talked since he’d come home at lunch and demanded sex.
I had no idea why women enjoyed sex. It was … boring, slightly painful. Whatever he’d put on me before he’d entered me had made it comfortable, but still, I didn’t understand why so many women were into it. Why there was even a porn industry.
Dressed in a simple black dress, I looked into the mirror. Was it slimming enough?
Slavik entered. “We’re not conducting a funeral. Change.”
He went to the bathroom.
Staring at my reflection, I thought I looked okay, but black was for funerals. I wished I had the balls to defy him.
I changed out of the black dress and opted for a white one, instead. This one clung to my curves.
I was about to change when Slavik came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his impressive waist.
Attraction was still new to me, and even though I hated my husband, I did believe I … fancied him, at least a little bit. He was heaven to look at.
The bad boy.
Dangerous.
Deadly.
Shaking out of my thoughts, I saw Slavik was still looking at me. “Wear that,” he said.
I looked down at myself.
The dress went to the knee, and the front of the dress plunged to the top of my breasts. It covered everything but it felt so … sexy, and this was a family dinner.
Rather than argue, I changed the black shoes for a pair of white heels. They stung the backs of my ankles, but I ignored the pain.
Just as I was about to leave, Slavik ordered me to stop.
I turned as he came toward me.
He reached behind my head and I had to give myself a pat on the back for not flinching away from his touch. He released the clip that bound up my hair.
Staring up at him, I waited.
He didn’t give me permission to leave as he walked toward his jacket and came back with a velvet box.
He opened it up, showing off a pair of diamond earrings and a matching necklace. They were both beautiful, delicate.