“What we shared the other night, that’s what I have had. Not Bethany.”
Tears spilled down her cheeks. “I still want a divorce. I can’t live like this. I don’t want to live like this.”
I let go of her hands and wrap them around her instead, trying to offer her comfort, even though I’m the last man she wants any of this from. She was not getting a divorce or an annulment. Cupping her face, I tilted her head back so she had no choice but to look at me. I swiped the tears off her face. She was too beautiful to cry.
Kissing each eyelid, I took possession of her mouth and started to move her through the penthouse suite, toward our bedroom. I would deal with Bethany very soon, but for now, I had my wife to handle.
Once inside our bedroom, I didn’t bother to close the door. I tugged my wife’s hair out of the bun, watching it fall freely. Next, I tore the clothes I had so carefully picked out for her, but hated. They were not her. I loved seeing her in sweatpants and shirts, jeans, the clothes that made her, her.
Running my hands over her body, I flicked the catch of her bra, and those luscious tits spilled out, and I cupped them in my hand.
“No,” Adelaide said.
“You want me to stop?” I asked.
“I don’t … Bethany…”
“Is nothing. She’s trying to get inside your head to ruin this, Adelaide. You’re my wife, and I have not been with another woman. I will never be with another woman.” I took her hand and laid her palm against my heart, letting her feel it beating. “I don’t trust easily. I’ve been hurt way too many times.”
No woman was allowed to touch me. Adelaide didn’t seem to understand that she was the only woman I craved. The only woman I had ever wanted to fucking touch me.
Ivan, the son of a bitch, knew this. He knew how hard I fought against this pull that Adelaide had over me. That bastard probably found it amusing. I didn’t.
Women were weakness. They made men fucking stupid, and many years ago, I had vowed to never allow one to make me weak, but Adelaide was different from the start. She didn’t even remember our first meeting all those years ago, but I remembered, and that was all that mattered.
Adelaide’s touch was light at first. I let go of her wrist to stroke down her body, following the indent of her waist, to spread out to the curve of her hip. She wasn’t leaving this bedroom a virgin. I wanted her virgin cunt on my dick. There was no way she was getting away from me.
Grabbing my shirt, I tore it open, not caring as the buttons flung left and right. I allowed her to place her palm directly over my heart, to feel it beating. This is what I wanted.
Adelaide stared at her hand.
My body was covered in ink, to hide the scars from my body. For me to know that I had been the one to win. Not my father. Not anyone.
I was strong. Others were weak.
I gripped the back of her neck, tilting her head back, and stared into her eyes. “Don’t ever let Bethany come between us. She is not you. She will never be you.” And before she had a chance to respond, I took possession of her lips, drawing her close until her breasts touched my chest. Her hand was between us, but I ravished her mouth.
Letting go of her neck, I slid my hand down her back, gripping the cheek of her ass, giving the plump flesh a soft little tap. She had such a ripe ass. Using both hands, I kneaded the flesh, and it made my dick so hard.
Moving her toward the bed, I laid her down.
“Wait?” She held her palm up. “I want to see you.”
She could have anything she wanted. All she had to do was say the word. I removed my clothes easily.
Ink decorated my legs and parts of my thighs. I’d gotten them when I was younger. Crawling onto the bed, I moved Adelaide until she was against the pillows. Dropping a kiss to her lips, I trailed my mouth down, sucking each of her hard nipples into my mouth. She arched up. My name spilled from her lips as I used my teeth to arouse her.
Her grip on the blanket tightened, and I kissed down her body, going toward her pussy. Spreading open her thighs, I stared down at her pretty virgin cunt. No other man had been inside her before. She was all mine, and I fucking loved that. No other man was ever going to know how tight she got, how wet.
To take her tonight, I was going to have to make her dripping. She was going to feel pain. Woman always did on their first time. She’d be my first and only virgin.
I sucked her clit into my mouth, sliding my tongue back and forth across the sensitive bud. I loved hearing my name echoing off the walls. I was doing everything right. The urge to fuck her with my tongue was strong, but I held off. The only way I was breaking that hymen was with my stiff cock. Focusing all my attention on the swollen bud, I stroked her clit, bringing her closer to orgasm.
One day soon, she was going to come with my dick deep inside her, so I could feel her milking every single drop.
I didn’t have to wear a condom, and Adelaide came, screaming my name. Her body was overcome by the pleasure, and I didn’t draw out the pain.
Moving between her thighs, I stopped stroking her pussy, grabbed my cock, aligned the tip to her entrance, and slammed balls-deep inside her, tearing through the thin piece of flesh that made her a virgin. In doing so, I consummated our marriage, finally, stopped any chance of annulment, and made Adelaide mine in every single way that counted.
She screamed, and her body tensed. I captured her hands, holding them against the bed so she wouldn’t hurt me. Not that her fists could fight me off. She was no match for me.
Tears filled her eyes and spilled down her cheeks. Her cunt was so tight. I knew it would be. There was no easy way to claim a virgin. I waited, being patient, allowing her to become accustomed to my sheer size before I started to thrust within her. Going deep, making her take all of me.
I hated that I hurt her, but now, there was no chance Bethany would come between us again. I was going to fill my wife with my cum, and have her completely dripping with it. She would be pregnant in no time.
Adelaide
I was no longer a virgin.
Laying in the bath as my sore muscles attempted to relax, I knew it was part of Andrei’s plan. Now I couldn’t get an annulment. Is that why he had sex with me now? The tears wouldn’t stop. They kept falling from my eyes, even as I batted them away.
He said there was nothing going on between Bethany and him, but there was this … doubt. Why wouldn’t he want to be with her? They had been engaged before.
I was a fool to have let this happen. Having sex with Andrei didn’t prove anything to me. We weren’t a love match. This was business.
I covered my face, gritted my teeth, and prayed the tears would stop. I didn’t want to be one of those women who sobbed all the time.
If Andrei spoke the truth-and I saw no reason why he didn’t-then what did Bethany get out of it? What game did she play? Was it just to torment me? I wouldn’t put it past her. She lived for making me miserable, or at least whenever she thought I was happy, she went out of her way to make me the opposite.