Page 6 of Desire and Revenge

I suck in a breath at the sight of my husband’s erection. It’s not the first time in my life I’m seeing a cock. When I was younger, I managed to steal two raunchy magazines and flip through them, curious and fascinated.

But it did nothing to prepare me for the sight before me. Sebastian’s shirt is undone and hanging off his powerful shoulders, revealing a smart set of tattoos. His pants are still halfway on, but they’ve been dragged low on his hips.

He’s still as striking as ever, but his blank gaze is making me uncomfortable.

“This will hurt a bit.”

He spreads my legs and settles in between them, arranging himself at my entrance. My body tenses up, and I bite my lip, unsure.

“Relax,” he says just before he pushes into me. There’s a pinch at first, then a sharp pain, and then it feels like I’m being torn apart.

My scream this time is not of pleasure; it’s the opposite. I claw at the bed as the pain of his intrusion fills me and chases away the pleasure from earlier.

“That’s it, baby. It’s only going to hurt for now.”

Without another word, he begins to rock into me, hips rolling. He grunts and moans, eyes squeezed shut as he grinds into me, harder and faster.

“Hmm,” he grunts, “you feel so good, baby.”

Then his hand is squeezing at my breasts and rolling my nipples, but the pleasure from earlier refuses to come back. I stare at my husband’s perfectly sculpted face twisted up in a look of concentration and pleasure.

He shifts his hip a little and pushes into me again, and this time, a moan is ripped out of me as he hits something inside of me.

“Do it again, please,” I whisper.

Sebastian throws his head back, his neck straining with muscle, and then he goes perfectly still. “So good!” he snarls, and then I feel something hot coat the walls of my pussy.

It takes me a full minute to realize my wedding night is over after my husband rolls away from me and heads toward the ensuite bathroom. I stare at his broad back as he disappears behind the bathroom door and closes it with a soft click.

Carlotta’s warning echoes in my mind, a stark reminder that I shouldn’t expect too much from our marriage nights. Yet, I haddone just that. What was I hoping for? Rose petals scattered on the bed, and him whispering sweet nothings in my ear?

So absorbed in my thoughts, I don’t notice he’s emerged from the bathroom until I hear his voice again.

“Wow, my dear. That was incredible. I’m sure I just gave you the best fuck of your life.” It’s the smug look on his face, so full of self-satisfaction, that really gets to me. Best fuck of my life? That was the worst. He barely kissed me, barely touched me. And just when I started to feel anything at all, he stopped. Is this the sex people rave about as if it’s God’s greatest gift to humanity?

I don’t let my irritation show. Instead, I force a smile, nodding like a blissfully content bride.

“I must have really worn you out. Yeah, I can see you’re exhausted from all that love-making. I’ll let you get some sleep.”

Wait. Did he just say that like he wouldn’t be staying here? I had hoped I might entice him back for another round, something to redeem this pitiful excuse for a wedding night. There’s no way this is what I’m going to remember as our first time together.

He must sense my reluctance because he adds, “Go to bed, Sofia.”

“Aren’t you going to get some sleep too?” I ask cautiously.

He glances over his shoulder, casual, like it’s no big deal. “I won’t be sleeping here with you. This is your room. Having our own separate space and privacy is for the best.”

“But I thought... we were supposed to stay together, as husband and wife.” My words hang there, fragile.

He shrugs, already halfway to the door. “We don’t need to share a bed to be married.”

What?

“If you’re worried about what the staff or other family members might say, don’t be. It’s just that I have certain sleeping habits you wouldn’t want to deal with. My snoring hasbeen known to keep people awake at night.” He pretends to laugh as he walks back, leans in, and plants a brief kiss on my cheek.

I watch, numb and silent, as my new husband exits the room, leaving me alone in the vast expanse of the bed. The cold, loneliness, and a profound sense of foolishness settle over me. Once again, I’ve misjudged my place in a man’s life.

First my father, now my husband.

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