Page 5 of Desire and Revenge

Sebastian’s lips twist into a cruel grin before he shoves me back. He walks to the bed, sitting with a dark, brooding presence that feels foreign, like I’m staring at someone I’ve never met. The man who married me today is gone. What sits before me is someone else entirely. The cold smirk on his lips makes it all too clear that this is the man who will be staying.

His next words drive the point home. “Take your panties off and get on the bed, Sofia.”

CHAPTER 2

Sofia

Istare at my husband wordlessly, trying to process the crass words hovering between us.

“I... I don’t understand.” I stammer, my hands trembling as I drag them down the sides of my dress. I feel exposed, too vulnerable under his cold gaze.

Where did the tenderness in his eyes go? What happened between the time I left the reception and now that turned his once-soft expression into stone? I search my thoughts frantically, but I come up empty.

“What’s there to understand?” he replies, a sharp edge to his voice. “This is our wedding night. We need to consummate the marriage, don’t we?”

“Yes, but... I thought….”

He cuts me off with a sly smile. “My sweet Sofia, don’t worry. We’ll kiss, and I’ll make love to you. I’ll blow your mind.”

His laugh rings out, cruel and hollow, slicing through me. For a moment, I know I should feel insulted, but my mind is racing. Is this what marriage is going to be like?

Sure, I’m inexperienced when it comes to matters of the bedroom, but even I know it should be more than this. Where’s the fire, the longing? Why doesn’t he look at me like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world?

I don’t know what I expected, but it certainly wasn’t this.

“Please, Sofia. Get on the bed,” he orders again, his voice softer, yet firm, leaving no room for argument.

Obediently, I crawl into the bed and lay on my back, eyes on his. I shiver at the lack of emotion I find in his eyes as each button of his shirt slips out of the hole, my body tensing further. I’m a bundle of nerves by the time he crawls into the bed and leans over me.

I start to relax when he reaches for the ribbon crisscrossed over the front of my white bodysuit lingerie and carefully unties it.

My cheeks go hot as the material falls open, revealing my body to his gaze. I jolt when his index finger trails a hand down from the under of my jaw down to the top of my shaved pussy.

Goosebumps rise up on my arms and chest, and I bite my lips nervously, feeling something strange vibrate at the base of my stomach.

“My beautiful, innocent bride,” he chuckles, but the sound is dry and lacking in humor. “I’ve been looking forward to this since I saw you in that dress.” Even the way he says it feels like a lie.

Finally, my husband kisses me, mouth sliding over mine leisurely. It’s nothing like the kisses I see in movies or in foreign TV shows, but this is reality.

His tongue brushes across my lips that are pressed together tightly, and I let out a moan at the feel of his silky tongue inside my mouth. But before I can begin to enjoy it, his mouth is already moving over my jaw and down the side of my neck.

I gasp when his mouth presses over a sensible part of my neck that makes me jolt in the bed.

“Sebastian,” I moan, a curious heat spreading through me and converging at a point in the middle of my legs.

His hand covers my breast and squeezes, and I cry out at the amazing feeling of his large hand covering the small mound of flesh.

“Are you wet?” my husband asks.

I blink at him. “Wet?” It’s only then that I realize that my panties feel soaked. The thought flies out of my head as Sebastian’s hot mouth closes around one hard nipple.

I scream, shivering in delight as his tongue circles around my areola. It feels like bursts of electricity are zapping down my body, and my hands reach up and grab at his shoulders.

“It feels so good,” the words tumble out of me unbidden. “Please, don’t stop.” But as if he is suddenly tone deaf, he stops.

I hear the sound of a zipper, and I glance down to see him tugging his suit pants down his hips, his gaze caught on something above the bed. When I follow his gaze, I see it on the wildlife painting hanging over our bed.

“This is only going to hurt a little, okay?” he suddenly says, and when I look down again, I see him palming his heavy erection.

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