Chapter 6 - Darya
“Take it off.” His voice is dangerous and dark. His amber eyes are glowing fiercely.
“What the—"
“I said, take it off.” His eyes roam over my entire body and I feel the heat in his gaze.
“Leave,” I yell. “Get out.” There is no chance in hell this is happening.
But when he steps close to me and grabs my jaw in his hand, wrapping his long fingers around my face and tilting it up towards his, I can feel my body betraying me again the way it did in the car.
His lips are hovering close to mine, and despite every thought in my head telling me I don’t want this, my skin is tingling with an excitement I have never felt before.
“Strip, Darya. I want to fuck my wife tonight,” he whispers, and the darkness of his words crash into my body. The heat from his skin makes me want to reach out and run my hands over him. Except I don’t . I don’t want to do that.
But I also know I have no choice. I knew it was going to have to happen at some point. I am married to him. I will obliged to have sex with him in order to conclude our marriage. I know it will be expected of me. I just thought I might be able to delay it for a while, at least until I was more ready.
But it is our wedding night, and this is what happens on wedding nights.
Whether it is now or in a week or in a month, I am going to have to sleep with him. He is my husband, after all.
The look on his face tells me that this isn’t even up for discussion. He has already made up his mind and it is happening whether I want it to or not. At least by accepting, I can have some sort of control over the situation.
I bite my bottom lip nervously, and close my eyes, taking a breath, accepting that I just have to do this.
I have never been with anyone. I am actually terrified, but even if he is an asshole, he is still ridiculously hot.
I step away from him, thinking I should just get this over with.
I move slowly to try and hide the way my hands are shaking.
I struggle to get a grip on the zipper at the side of my wedding dress and remind myself to breathe again.
Stefano walks over to a chair near the bed and tells me to come and stand closer to him.
The authority in his voice has me following his command without thought.
I pull the zipper all the way open, and the entire side of my body is exposed to him. I watch his expression as his eyes take me in. His gaze is locked onto me, almost obsessively so, as though he is seeing the most beautiful thing in the world. Except it’s not like that. It’s more like he is a predator, and I am his prey. He looks as though he wants to devour every inch of me.
I turn my back towards him to hide the fact that my cheeks are burning bright red. Between my legs I feel warmth spreading across my most sensitive parts because of the way he is looking at me.
No one has ever looked at me like that before. I have never felt such intense desire from a man.
I slip my arms out of the lacy sleeves, and then slowly let the dress slide down my body.
I glance over my shoulder, and again, I see how his eyes are eating me alive. He isn’t even trying to hide the amount of lust he has for me. Is this how he is with everyone? It’s so intimate and sexy.
He rubs his hand across his crotch, and I take a sharp breath in, seeing how his pants are bulging at the seams. His cock is swollen against the fabric.
My breath catches in my throat.
I am not wearing a bra beneath the wedding dress, and I chose not to wear any fancy lace lingerie because in my mind I was determined not to be in this position. But now, with the way he is watching me, I almost wish I had worn something sexy.
I can’t believe how much his gaze is turning me on.
I actually want him to think I’m sexy.
The dress falls to the floor around my feet. My thin pale-blue lace panties are all that is covering my body now.
I steal another glance at him—he has pulled his jacket and his shirt off, and his pants are unbuttoned. I turn my eyes quickly away from him again, taking short, heavy breaths. He is so fucking sexy.
I can do this. I know my body wants to, even though my mind is terrified.
I don’t know if it is going to hurt or feel good, but I do know that my body is practically begging to be touched by him.
I am about to turn to face him, feeling both self-conscious and incredibly turned on, but before I can move, I feel the heat of his hands running down my naked back.
He steps close to me, pressing his toned stomach muscles against my back as his hands slip down my sides and over the curve of my hips. He leans over me, his breath hot on my neck. Then his lips touch my skin and fire pulses through me.
I can feel his rock-hard cock pressing into my back. It feels huge. I don’t know if I can handle it.
He turns me to face him and bites his lower lip as his hands gently cup my breasts, massaging my nipples in electrifying ways.
Then he runs his hands down my back, over my ass, and lifts me into his arms.
I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me over to the bed.
His lips lock onto mine and the heat of his kiss is unbearable. His mouth presses over mine and his tongue plays across my lips, then dips inside. I wrap my hands behind his head and kiss harder in response to the growing need I am feeling.
All of my resistance is gone at the feel of his touch.
My skin is begging for more, my pussy is throbbing and soaked.
He grabs a handful of my hair and pulls my head back as he licks slowly across my throat. I gasp, rocking my hips against him as he holds me in his arms.
He chuckles, a low rumble that vibrates through me.
Stefano lowers me onto the bed, grabbing my legs and pulling them wide apart as he drags me to the edge of the Stefress. He kneels down and buries his face between my legs, licking slowly with his hot tongue, letting it slide over my pussy.
I never imagined it would feel this good to be touched by someone, especially not him, and whether I want to admit it or not, I am putty in his hands. He can do whatever he wants to do to me. I won’t even try and stop him.
He dips his tongue inside me, and he starts moving it back and forth in deep, slow, thrusting licks. I can’t contain myself. I reach out and run my fingers through his hair, pushing his face harder against me and rocking my hips, rubbing myself against his mouth.
He moves his tongue higher up, letting it glide across me, as though writing love letter over my clit while dips his fingers inside me.
I cry out, so close to falling over the edge, and unable to hold myself back from doing so.
He starts moving slower, teasing me delightfully, making the pleasure last longer.
He grabs my ass and lifts my hips up in his hands so that he can press his face harder against me. Then he is moving faster, licking harder, and the intense pleasure is building up to the point of making me feel like I am about to ignite.
The sounds of delight that are pouring out my lips seem to be driving him.
My legs begin to shake and suddenly my thighs clamp against the side of his face. An orgasm more intense than I have ever felt before crashes through me like a tidal wave of pleasure.
I can barely breathe. I can’t think. I can’t focus on anything but him.
I lie breathlessly on the bed with my hands over my face. I can’t believe that just happened.
Stefano sits up, grabbing me around my waist and lifting me higher onto the bed as he lowers himself over me. He is fully naked, and his enormous cock is no longer terrifying me as it was earlier. I want to feel the pain and pleasure of him sliding it into me. I am desperate to know what it feels like.
When he kisses me, I can taste myself on his mouth. His lips move seductively over mine as his hands slowly explore my body. I trace my hands over his perfectly sculpted chest and rock my hips up against his cock. His breathing is heavy as he rubs himself against me.
“You are soaked,” he growls against my ear. “I can’t wait to find out what your little pussy feels like when it’s wrapped around my cock.”
I gasp, his words as seductive as his body.
I can hardly believe it, but I am ready to lose my virginity.
Terrified but ready.
I feel him moving his hips so that his cock is pressing right against my pussy.
My entire body is filled with desire, but fear overwhelms me for a moment.
I squeal loudly.
“You are a noisy little kitten, aren’t you,” he chuckles. I feel embarrassed. Am I making too much noise? I didn’t even think about it.
“Sorry, am I too loud? I don’t know—I’ve never—" I swallow hard.
He pushes up a little, his arm flexing as it presses into the bed above my head.
His voice is stern and rough. “You’ve never what?” he growls, his eyes locked onto mine.
My voice feels so tight, and my heart is hammering so loudly I know he can hear it.
“Darya. Tell me what you were going to say.”
I feel my face flushing hot and glowing red. I turn my face to the side, wanting to hide from him.
He grabs my jaw and forces me to look at him again.
“Tell me,” he demands.
“I’ve never done any of this before,” I say softly.
His grip falls away from my face.
“You’ve never—are you—are you a virgin ?” he asks, looking horrified.
I bite my lower lip and nod.
“You’ve never been with a man?”
I am absolutely mortified by the look on his face.
I nod again, fighting tears of embarrassment.
He closes his eyes for a moment. I can still feel his cock pressing against me.
But not for long, because he pushes off the bed and stands next to it for a second looking down at me. I lie there, feeling exposed and more ashamed than I have ever felt in my entire life.
Without a word, he grabs his pants and walks out of the room, leaving me alone in the dimly lit space and feeling as though I want to crawl underneath the bed and hide away.
I hear him walking down the hallway, then I hear him pouring himself a drink.
I climb off the bed and run over to the door, slamming it loudly and locking it.
I can’t believe he just walked away from me like that.
Couldn’t he tell how badly I wanted to be with him? I just got a little scared. It’s totally normal for someone to be scared their first time.
He made me feel small and pathetic and weak. Like somehow I was suddenly not good enough for him. Maybe he is used to girls who are experienced and know what they are doing or know how to please him properly. Maybe I did everything wrong.
I don’t know. I can’t handle this. I am completely freaking out and dying inside.
For a moment, I stand leaning against the locked door, waiting to hear if he is coming back down the passage, maybe to talk to me or reassure me that it’s ok. But he doesn’t.
I storm over to the cupboards and yank them open, dragging out whatever I can find in there that looks comfortable.
I end up pulling on a pair of really oversized sweatpants and a large t-shirt, but at least I don’t feel so exposed anymore.
I climb into the massive bed, pulling the blankets right up over my head and burying my face into the pillow to try and hide the tears that are streaming down my cheeks.
I have never felt so ashamed in my life.
I wish I could just disappear. I don’t know how I will manage to face him in the morning.
I am never ever going to let him affect me like that again. I don’t care how hot he is or what incredible things he can do with his mouth, he doesn’t deserve to touch me.
I won’t lose control like that again. Ever.