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Andrei doesn’t look any softer or more endearing. “You’re lucky I love you, brat,” he says unpleasantly, putting a last pin in Cerise’s hair. “I should’ve made you choke on my dick rather than let you come.”

“Mmm, delicious,” she says, wiggling her toes. He moves to her laces, fastening and tying them up again.

She protests. “They don’t need to be that tight, Andrei!”

His hand is on her jaw then, covering her face with his big hand.

“I want you gasping,” he says. “It makes my dick hard.”

Then he bends over and kisses her, and I can see his hands grabbing, punishing, claiming.

Then he puts a hand on the back of her neck again and directs her down the hallway and back into the reception hall.

I am frightened, and I think they are the most terrifying married couple I have ever met, but there is one other thing.

I am very aroused.

* * *

When I finally let myself creep out of my hiding place and down the hall, Cerise is looking for me, putting the knife to cut our wedding cake in my hand.

“I know Andrei found out you arranged my marriage,” I say. “He’s frightening.”

“Yes, he is,” Cerise says cheerfully. “In general, try to stay out of his way. He’s a dangerous person. He won’t kill you, though,” she finishes kindly, holding my hand as she draws me gently toward the wedding cake, “now that you’re doubly protected by being married to Frederik.”

“Do you like your cake?” Frederik asks, appearing beside me.

“I do,” I said, my heart fluttering as he took my arm and helped me slice a perfect, even piece of our wedding cake.

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MARY

I couldn’t avoid it any longer. And I didn’t think I wanted to avoid it any longer. It was my wedding night.

I twisted my fingers around on the sheet.

Frederik was in the doorway watching me. God, but he was handsome. Tall, lean body, silvery hair, those crystalline blue eyes.

“We don’t have to have sex,” he said in a low voice. “I don’t want to pressure you into anything you don’t want to do.”

My stomach clenched and plummeted. I hadn’t expected him to show all this consideration. I was hoping he would take me without asking me if I wanted it or not. It was too embarrassing for me to say how much I wanted him. I was so shy. I had been hoping he would just take me and now I had to struggle through my shyness.

I looked down at my long, pale legs, and long freckled arms. Or maybe I was too hideous looking for him to want to have sex with and this was his way of getting out of it.

He was still looked at me, his fingers moving to take his cufflinks out. I watched his fingers with fascination. What would they feel like on me, under me, in me?

“I can sleep in another room,” Frederik said. “We have many guest rooms.”

The thought of him leaving me alone was enough to loosen my vocal cords.

“No, please, Frederik!” I said. “Stay with me.”

He looked at me, measuring me with those blue eyes. Then he slowly began taking off his tie.

I felt foolish already being in my lacy nightgown. It would be easier if I had something to remove. But I just sat on those soft silky sheets on the bed and watched.

I felt my hands trembling as I watched him slowly undress. Should I have told him it was my first time? Should I have told him I was a virgin?

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