The car parked in front of Damien’s house.
Céline felt like an Hiroshima had exploded within her body. Her limbs felt lifeless and her heart thumped so loud she could literally feel the punches against her chest.
She glanced at Damien and noticed he was unperturbed about the dilemma she was going through.
How was she going to face him in that house? If he started asking questions about money and things related to her past, what would she tell him?
Damien opened the door and stepped out of the car, leaving Céline to her own dilemma. Her dress suddenly felt too tight and she was gasping for air.
She had two options; Sleep in the car or follow him into the house. Sleeping in the car sounded like the best thing to do and she was going to stay hidden forever in that car -she would literally do anything to stay away from the conversation that was inevitably going to happen within that house. They were married now, she couldn’t use her aunt as an excuse anymore.
Two long and torturous minutes passed, still Céline remained glued to the car seat.
The driver turned around watching her with curiosity. “I am waiting for you to step out ma’am. I am sure sir is waiting…” He told her.
She felt like crying and begging the driver to let her stay but that would only raise suspicions to what she was avoiding.
She nodded, giving the driver a tight lipped smile and then, she summoned up all the courage she could gather from within her body and alighted from the car.
“Okay, Céline, you can do this!” She told herself as she rubbed her palms together for warmth.
She raised her flowing gown in her hands as she started taking excruciating slow steps to the front door. It was like walking to the doors of hell willingly with no demon pushing you to it, you had to go slow -anything to make the journey longer.
Céline finally got to the dreaded door. She took a deep breathe and pulled it open.
Damien sat himself on the couch, eyes glued to his phone. She crossed her fingers, hoping he didn’t notice her as she to tiptoed pass him to the safety of the bedroom.
Damien did notice her presence, but he paid her no attention. He allowed her make herself as comfortable as possible before he could approach her.
Céline got to the room and released the breathe she had been unconsciously holding.
“Dear God, please help me.” She whispered clasping her hands together in a prayer.
But of course, her prayers never really got answered -she heard shuffling of feet approaching the room. It could only be one person, Damien! He was coming to the room.
In panic, she ran to the toilet and closed the door as fast as she could. Leaning on the door, she took deep breathes trying to calm herself. This was not how she anticipated her wedding night to be like. Like every normal girl, she thought her wedding night would be filled with love confessions and passion, not she having a heart attack by the sight of her own husband!
“You do know we have to consummate this marriage… Don’t keep me waiting. I don’t have all night.”
His firm voice reached her and she felt tremors roll off her body. Her heart squeezed and she couldn’t tell anymore if she was just scared of having a heart attack or excited.
“Can we consummate this marriage… tomorrow instead?” She asked in a small voice. She squeezed her eyes shot, hoping his answer wasn’t negative.
“Do not test my patience, Céline.” Damien growled and Céline couldn’t tell if it was due to his anger or simply lust.
Damien was right though, they had to consummate their marriage. Plus she couldn’t keep running like this. She had to face her fears. She had to face her husband.
“Give me a minute.” She called. There was a grunt that sounded like an acknowledgement and it was followed shortly by retreating feet.
Taking a deep breath she left the door and walked deeper into the bathroom till she got to the large mirror at the centre of the wall.
As her eyes settled on her reflection, she saw that her makeup was shockingly still in place, so on the outside, she looked beautiful and like every bride, she looked somewhat happy. But on the inside, she felt nothing close to beautiful and happy. She was in a turmoil. She was in a dilemma.
With trembling fingers, she reached behind her and pulled at her zipper. The dress fell right off, pooling at her feet. She stepped out of it and rolled it up onto a rack for the maids to pack when they came.
She picked up a face wipe and removed the make up from her face. In her white lacy pant and bra, she picked up a towel and tied it around her chest. She had been in such a hurry to leave the room after she had heard Damien approaching, she forgot to get a change of clothes.
Holding the towel at the tied end with a death grip she unlocked the door and stepped back into the room.
A gasp escaped her lips as her eyes landed on Damien. He was sprawled on the bed with only a short brief, watching her move like a hunter watching his prey.
Céline gulped audibly and walked to the closet where her clothes had been moved to a few days ago. As she was pulling the door open, she felt movements behind her. Before she could move, Damien trapped her with his body.
He stood behind her, one of his hands also resting on the closet door. Céline heart beat increased in tempo as their skin came into contact.
Damien bent his head, so that his lips were directly at the skin behind her ears. She could feel his hot breathe fan her and goosebumps appeared on her skin.
“Why are you such a liar Céline…” Damien whispered, his voice strained.
Céline’s breath became harsh as she tried to control her hormones so she could think straight. Why was he calling her a liar?
“Tonight I want to unravel the first of your lies…” His voice was husky and the sexiest she had ever heard.
She wanted to protest and ask questions as to what Damien meant and referred to but he started peppering kisses on her neck, pulling her earlobe between his lips. Céline lost control of her actions. Each kisses melted her resolve. Each of the kisses, wiped her memories clean. She wanted more of this seduction.
She turned around, so they were now facing one another. Damien didn’t waste anymore time, he pulled her into a fierce demanding kiss. Still kissing her, he slowly led her to the bed.
All Céline could think of was how Damien’s lips moved against hers. She was losing her self control and she was losing it fast. Damien was doing things to her, waking up parts of her she didn’t even realise were sensitive.
Damien pulled the towel from around her body and the force with which he used, broke the kiss and made Céline land on the bed, behind them.
She gasped, gazing up at him with all the love in her heart. Maybe she should be scared of the way he was acting and the things he was saying, but her own hormones had overrun her brain. She needed him. She wanted him.
“Let’s see what else you are hiding behind this panties.” Damien grinned.
He clambered on top of her, using his elbows for support. He cupped her right cheek and claimed her lips again. Their lips moved in sync dancing to a tune made for them alone.
Damien slipped his hands into her lacy bra, expertly unhooking it. Her pink nipples were erect the moment the bra came off, aching for some attention. His fingers quickly replaced the bra, squeezing, pinching and rubbing her nipples. His lips left her mouth and he started trailing kisses down Céline’s neck and collarbone, while squeezing her nipples.
A moan escaped Céline’s lips as she felt heat pool between her legs. It throbbed and became almost physically painful, yet pleasurable as she closed her eyes in ecstasy.
Her eyes popped open when she felt his fingers brush against the surface of her folds. She stared up at him from under her long lashes and she saw the lust glistening in his brown eyes. He wanted her just as much as she wanted him.
Céline needed some kind of contact with her folds, so she squirmed and pushed against Damien’s fingers.
“Fuck, you are so wet…” Damien cussed under his breathe.
Damien got impatient and pulled at the thin fabric of the lace pants and they came off with a snap.
Surprising herself, Céline moved her fingers to his already erect cock. As her fingers came in contact with it, she felt Damien stiffen.
She looked up at him and she saw a different expression on his face. He looked furious.
“Baby…” She called softly.
“Shut up!” He snapped, pushing her hands away from him. He then used his left leg to spread her open.
Céline shivered involuntarily as cold air kissed her womanhood.
“Baby what are-” Céline choked on her words as she watched with widen eyes as Damien pulled down his briefs and his large member sprouted to life.
Fear seized Céline as she tried to size up if such a thing was going to fit into her. Her heart was beating fast as Damien readjusted himself between her spread legs.
He pushed into her and her walls resisted, causing pain to shoot at her lower abdomen.
“Baby please be gentle…” She pleaded but Damien’s brown eyes looked like they belonged to someone else.
“Surprise number one…” Damien whispered instead.
Before Céline could comprehend what he was saying, Damien pushed hard into her, breaking her hymen in the process.
A sharp throbbing pain shut at her lower abdomen and Céline couldn’t stop the tears from spilling as she realized her husband wasn’t the same sweet guy she had fallen in love with.
This person hammering mercilessly into her was a totally different man.