Page 35 of Poisoned Vows

“I’m going to come in you,krolik,” I murmur, the words strangled as my cock throbs, and I let go of her jaw to dig my fingers into her hip, hard, as I feel the first flood of my cum start to erupt from my cock.

She might have told me to go fuck myself again. I can’t be sure. I can’t be sure of anything except how fuckinggoodshe feels, how I’m coming harder than I think I ever have in my life, hard enough that my vision blurs at the edges as I rock against her, feeling the heat of our climaxes mingled as she squirms beneath me, finally sagging back against the pillows.

I don’t want to slip out of her. I have a moment’s thought that I could get hard again, if I stayed inside of her—I remind myself that she was a virgin a few minutes ago, and my cock is large. I don’t want to hurt her.

Slowly, I ease out of her, hissing through my teeth at the feeling of it along my over-sensitive shaft. “You’re lucky I don’t take you again right now,krolik,” I murmur, rolling away from her onto my back as my cock drops against my thigh, still half-hard and soaked from her. “I could be hard again in a moment, just thinking about it.”

“Lucky me.” She rolls her eyes, pushing herself off of the pillows and towards the edge of the bed. Before I can think about what I’m doing, my hand shoots out, fingers wrapping around her wrist.

“Where are you going, little rabbit?”

“To shower.” Her lips press together tightly. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to try to escape my trap. What’s the point, now?”

Her shoulders droop slightly, and I know what she’s thinking. She’d told me that she wanted her freedom, after her virginity was sacrificed. I’ve made that impossible for her. But surely she must see that this is better.

“You’ll be alive tomorrow, Lilliana.” I turn my head to look at her, my long fingers still wrapped around her wrist. It’s small and delicate, and I shudder to think what a man like my father might have done to a girl so fragile-looking. “You might not have been, without me. In fact, you might already be dead. My father would not have given you two weeks to become accustomed to the idea of going to his bed.”

“Do you understand what you sound like?” She twists around, glaring at me with those bright blue eyes. “Oh, Lilliana, you’re so lucky! You’re forced into an unwanted marriage and onto a different unwanted cock, instead of being fucked and then murdered!My hero,” she adds sarcastically. “Fuck you, Nikolai.”

Once again, I act before I can think, her words striking me somewhere that I’ve never felt such a sharp, angry pang before.

I yank her back onto the bed, onto her back, with my muscled bulk leaning over her before she can wriggle away. “Is that what you want,krolik?” I purr, running my fingers over her slightly swollen lips. “To fuck me? Because it can be arranged.”

My cock jerks, hardening instantly as I lean over her, the tip brushing against her belly. I feel her shudder, and I smirk down at her. “You wanted my cock.” I reach between us, touching her sensitive folds. “I felt it. You were wet for me.Soaked.”

I shouldn’t fuck her again. I should let her body rest. But she glares up at me with those defiant eyes, lips pursed as if she wants to spit in my face, and the urge to make her beg for what she claims to hate is overwhelming.

I nudge my cock downwards, the thick head pressing against her entrance. “I could fill you up with my cum all over again, right now.” I nudge against her, and I see her eyes flare wide, hear the quick hiss of her indrawn breath—and I know she’s sore. Hurting, even, from the size and stretch of my cock earlier.

It takes everything in me to pull away. Every single part of me is screaming to bury myself inside of her again. I’m as hard and aching as if I’d never fucked her at all. But somehow, I pull myself away.

I roll onto my back, cock jutting lewdly up in the air as I force myself not to look at her. If I see her pretty, delicate body spread out for me right now like a dessert table at a buffet, I won’t be able to stop myself from devouring her.

“What are you—”

“Go take a shower.” I bite out the words, and out of the corner of my eye, I can see her hesitating. “Now!” I snap. “Before I lose control and fuck you again.”

She’s off the bed in an instant. I don’t let myself look until I hear the sound of the bathroom door closing behind her, and then I glance at the bed where she was.

There’s the necessary bloodstain on the sheets. Thankfuckfor that. I’m intelligent enough to know that not every virgin bleeds on the first night and that this archaic practice is so much bullshit, but especially inthesecircumstances, when her father has bought a place at our table with her virginity, my father would insist on it. I wouldn’t have let her face the consequences if she hadn’t bled—I’d have found a way to fake it, but it’s easier all around now.

I wouldn’t have doubted she was a virgin, either way. That was plain as day to me. But not any longer.

Fuck. My cock is still rock-hard, and I wrap my fist around it, trying not to think about the irony of the fact that my pretty new wife is one room away, naked and wet in the shower, and I’m still jerking off. But I saw the pain in her face when my cock touched her again. She’s too sore for more tonight.

My length is still wet from her and from my cum. My fist slides easily over it, and I close my eyes, imagining her wanton and moaning for me, begging for more. I can get her there. She came twice for me tonight—and there’s so much still for me to show her. So much for me to introduce her to that will teach her how much pleasure can be had.

I could break her. I could force her to beg for me, hurt her until she gives me what I want. But I don’t want it that way. I don’t want her broken; I want her willing submission. I want her to give herself to me, in spite of what she thinks she wants.

A new fantasy starts to fill my mind as I stroke myself in the middle of my marriage bed, my thumb pressing against the swollen head on each pass, as if it’s her tightening around me. A fantasy of having her alone, somewhere secluded, with no distractions. Nothing but her and I, and the chance to immerse her in pleasure until she’s addicted to me.

I don’t let myself think about how obsessive that sounds. How much that makes it seem as ifI’mthe one addicted toher. Like I want unfettered access to my fix, with no other demands on my time.

A honeymoon. I’ll take her on a fucking honeymoon. But not to the Caribbean or some shit where we can go on excursions and spend time doing things other than enjoying each other in bed. I want there to be nothing for her to do except for me.

My cock throbs in my fist eagerly. There had been no plans to take her away on a honeymoon, but the more the idea takes shape, the more I like it. It feels like a good plan. One that could work.

Maybe by the time it’s over, I’ll have worked her out of my system.

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