Chapter 12
Isabelle
He shuts the door as I walk stiffly to the bed, trying to ignore the urge to admire the luxurious elements of the hotel. The hints of gold on the walls and the large open space tell me it cost more than I could have dreamed of affording.
I turn to face him, clenching the dress at my sides. “Well, that wasn’t a total disaster.”
The corners of his lips curl. “No, it wasn’t. And now you’re mine.”
A shudder rips through me, my stomach fluttering at his statement, but I steel myself, pushing the feeling away and reminding both of us, “Only on paper.”
Rian steps closer, his smirk deepening. “As long as the world knows first. You’ll grow to accept it, eventually.”
I narrow my eyes. “So arrogant for a man who had to blackmail a woman into marrying you.”
He chuckles, the deep sound sliding over my skin like ice. “Love, I didn’t have to do anything. The marriage was signed before you woke up that morning.”
“You could have chosen someone else. I didn’t want this,” I whisper, tears threatening to gather. I’m not sure why I keep repeating it when no one is listening, perhaps to hold myself to it most of all.
Rian’s taunting expression doesn’t change. “I could have, but I didn’t.” He cocks his head to the side. “Now turn around and let me undress my wife.”
My heart kicks up, beating erratically in my chest like it’s trying to escape its cage. “I’m on my period.”
His grin turns predatory. “Good, we need blood for the sheets.”
“Ugh. Disgusting.” I shiver as he steps closer. My stomach twists, and I don’t know why I’m so nervous. I’ve slept with him before and it was good. Really, really good . And I hadn’t been half as nervous as I am now.
Giving him my back, I face the mirror hanging over the dresser and watch as Rian stands behind me. His fingertips brush up my spine and goosebumps pebble on my skin at the touch. His lips press against my neck as he undoes the first button.
“Tonight I’m going to show you how your first time should have gone.”
My heart runs away at his comment, and I swallow while wetting my dry lips.
“I didn’t think it was a bad time.”
As soon as I say it, I wish I could take it back. I can’t believe I just complimented him after everything he’s done. Rian pauses, he’s about a quarter of the way down my back, and I can feel my dress loosening around my breasts.
“I would have taken my time, prepared you more so you wouldn’t bleed as much. You deserved more than a quick fuck in my penthouse.”
I swallow, tempted to turn around so I can watch his face as he speaks. Rian expresses more emotions than he realizes with his eyes. “Well according to them , everyone bleeds their first time. That’s why they have this stupid tradition.” I’m sure he can guess who I’m referring to.
He hums. “Yeah, I said as much. I would have made sure you had as little pain as possible.”
“I’m not really on my period.”
His hand slides up my back and pushes the straps of the dress off my shoulders. I don’t stop it, allowing the bundle of white fabric to slip off my body and pool at my feet.
“Wouldn’t have bothered me either way,” he says, his voice more hoarse than before.
I roll my eyes, trying to be confident in the tight white lingerie set I’m tied into. “How chivalrous.”
Rian leans down to kiss the shell of my ear. “Don’t act like you want a gentleman, Isabelle. You enjoyed the way I took my pleasure from your body.”
“No, I could never mistake you for a gentleman.” It comes out as a breathless whisper while Rian kisses down my neck to the curve of my shoulder. The soft brushes of his lips send goosebumps down my spine, and my nipples pebble to hard tips. His fingers trail down to the lace of my corset, and I feel the loosening of the straps.
His eyes flicker in the mirror as he pulls on the last of the tie and it falls from my body. My bare breasts are exposed to the chilly room, but in the next second he is palming and kneading at them. “You’re so beautiful.”
I blush at the whispered confession as he lets go and his hand skims to my panties. My stomach flexes at his torturous touches as he tugs at the waistband. I tilt my head back, resting on his chest as his fingers tease my slit. Rian’s breathing picks up, and his hardness pushes against my ass.
“This is all I could think about all day. How good your pussy is, how I couldn’t wait to feel it again, how it will always only ever be mine.”
I gasp as he pushes two fingers inside me and he groans, a deep guttural noise in my ear that sends heat straight to my core, gushing around his hand.
“Fuck, you’re still so tight.”
A laugh escapes my throat. “I’m sorry, did you think your big dick stretched me permanently?”
Rian growls, nipping at my neck and I jerk in his hold, my hips rocking as he presses his fingers deeper. “Your sassy mouth makes me hard.”
I don’t respond as the edge of his palm presses against my clit, and a humorless laugh fans across my skin. “Did you think if you gave me attitude it would turn me off?”
His fingers curl inside me and a cry falls from my lips. I grasp onto his wrist, pressing his arm harder against me. “I didn’t really think about you at all to be honest.”
“Liar.”
Rian pulls his hand away, spinning me, cupping my face, and crashing his mouth to mine. I moan, moving my lips with his and deepening our kiss. His hands cup my breasts, kneading them before pinching my pebbled nipples and then sliding to my ass and squeezing my cheeks.
I pull away, gasping for breath as he picks me up and lays me on the bed. My eyes are hooded as I watch him remove his suit, the green color so dark it’s nearly black, and it’s devastating how handsome he looks in it.
“I thought about you a lot. The way your pussy struggled to take me that first time, the blood I had to wash off around my cock,” he confesses, his hoarse voice almost a whisper as he joins me on the mattress, placing teasing kisses as he moves over me.
His lips drag to my breasts as he cups them, bringing my nipple to his mouth before he sucks hard.
My fingers twist into his hair as I arch into his hold.
“I ached for days.”
Rian groans at my confession, and I can’t hold back the smile that flirts on my mouth. I had no one to talk about what happened. Sonia asked, but I lied, saying I chickened out. I called in sick from work for a few days. It was overcautious, but it also allowed me to sit in my thoughts. The fear of his tattoo had faded with each passing moment, but the memory of his skillful hands and the feeling of him inside me lingered.
I pull his hair tighter, arousal coursing through me as his tongue curls and flicks at my hard tip.
“Every time I moved, it’s all I could think about. The way you filled me, the way it hurt but I kind of liked it.” My cheeks burn with embarrassment at my words, but he’s the only person I can share the experience with.
He pulls back, eyes black with desire. “You touch yourself, Isabelle? You get off at the thought of our time together?’
I bite my lip and shake my head, not wanting to admit I did. But the victory that shines in his gaze tells me he doesn’t believe me. The grin on his face is ferocious as his hand skims down my stomach, swiping through my wet folds before pushing two fingers into me.
“I fucked my fist to you almost every night, trying to hold on to the memory of your moans echoing in my ears.”
He pulls exactly that from me as he curls his fingers and hits the spot that has me tensing while fire builds in my belly.
I lick my lips, staring at him and hating myself for wanting the answer. “There was no one else?”
Rian raises an eyebrow and leans down, his mouth brushing against mine. “No, Isabelle. I haven’t been with anyone since you.” His thumb brushes against my swollen bud, and my hips jerk from the sensation. He circles my clit a few more times, and I squeeze my eyes shut before they fly open at his next words. “Does that make you happy? Don’t lie to me.”
“It shouldn’t. I should hate you,” I say with a shuddered sigh as he keeps playing with me.
“You should, but you don’t. Do you?”
I gasp, my pleasure coiling inside me tighter as he pumps his fingers. He licks my neck, all the way up to my ear.
“Come for me, wife. Then I’m going to fill you so full we’ll splatter the sheets with our mess.”
A laugh lurks in my throat, and I shake my head as my pleasure reaches its peak. I flutter around his fingers, wave after wave of ecstasy rolling through me.
“There we go, Isabelle. Such a good girl,” Rian coos. In any other situation I would likely swat him for the condescending phrase, but my core clenches, and I know he truly means it.
He pulls his fingers out, shoving off his underwear in the next second and settling between my open legs. My chest is still rising and falling in quick pants as the warmth of his bare cock against my center makes my eyes widen.
He presses into me, the tip of him parting my pussy and already stretching my inner walls.
“Fuck, I forgot how tight you are. We’ll go slow. I don’t want you sore because I need to take you over and over and over. ” The last part comes out in a grunt as he slides forward.
I bite down on my lip, wanting to snark about him not even asking me, but the problem is that I want to. He must have put me under some kind of spell to make me think about fucking him as frequently as I do. Every touch, every smirk and caress of his fingers, makes my body light up. And the feel of him as he slides in while nothing separates us makes my toes curl.
When his pelvis is flush against mine, buried to the hilt, he pauses. Rian leans forward, his chest scraping against the hard tips of my breasts as his mouth seeks mine. I kiss him back, my fingers pulling at his hair while he starts to move. The first deep thrust into me has me moaning and him greedily swallowing down the noise.
“You were made for me,” he says on a groan against my lips.
My eyes roll back as he moves, slow and steady. Each rock of his hips like a swaying ball of pleasure pushing into me, and burning to burst out. I dig my nails into his back, and my legs wrap around his waist. His breathing picks up, erratic pants blowing tendrils of my hair into my face as we get lost in each other.
“I don’t think I’m going to last long. You feel so fucking good.”
A whimper escapes my throat, and I arch into him, seeking something more.
Rian raises onto his palms, and my gaze finds his as he picks up his pace. Sharp, punctuated thrusts, and my breasts bounce with each one.
“Touch yourself. I need you to come on my cock, Isabelle.”
My hand slips between us, and the first rub of my fingers has me clamping down on him.
“Fuck,” I moan, not realizing how tightly wound up I already am.
“Oh christ. Come on, baby. Get there with me.”
His words are like a match to kindling, and my back arches, pressing my head deeper into the pillow as my legs bow in, tight and shaking. He pushes his cock deep and I explode around him, my vision going black as my breathing stops for a second. Then his cock swells larger, throbbing as he comes, spilling inside me. The warmth of it has my pussy spasming, pulling his cum deeper with each clutch.
He leans down, sliding his tongue against mine. I kiss him back, the thought of pulling away not even on my mind. Rian pants against my mouth until both of our breathing starts to calm.
When he pulls out, he presses kisses down my body as he moves lower in the bed. I watch with confusion, too blissed out to do anything.
When he reaches my legs, he presses them open and stares at my pussy. I blush but don’t say anything as he watches his cum leak out. I can feel it as it slides from my hole and down between my cheeks.
“Beautiful…and mine .” His hoarse whisper does something to me I don’t want to acknowledge and he leans closer. Rian’s hand caresses through my folds.
Then his finger trails down my stomach, as if wiping it on my skin. My head snaps down, anger boiling inside at the smeared line of our mess. “What are you?—”
His finger comes up again, swirling in a half circle and then down to shape an R . I’m stunned silent as he spells out his name on my taut belly. Once he finishes the N , he sits up, kneeling between my open legs. He pumps his fingers inside me a few more times then grips his hard cock, smearing it all down his shaft.
Rian leans closer, pushing the tip of his dick against my wet slit. He rubs it back and forth, his attention never looking away from his name. I whimper when he lines up to my hole, only pushing in an inch before pulling out. He does that repeatedly until I’m aching for him to fill me.
I writhe under him, unwillingly to beg for what I want. He thrusts faster, teasing me relentlessly before he pushes closer. His thighs press against my ass, nearly lifting me as he pulls out and pumps his fist over his cock before coming with a low moan. The warmth of his cum splashes against my glistening stomach, marking me further. Something deep inside me preens, and I refuse to acknowledge it as he shakes the last few drops over my skin and then leans back.
“Fuck, look at you,” he says, his chest heaving. “ You’re mine . Isabelle. Only mine. I’ll kill any man that touches you.”
Goosebumps run across my arms. It isn’t an empty threat, I know he’s capable of it. I stare into his fiery eyes. “That better go both ways, husband. ”
His cock that has been resting against my thigh twitches, as if trying to come back alive again. “I have a lot of needs, wife. You sure you wish to fulfill them all?”
I hiss out an angry huff. “You touch someone else and dare come back to my bed, I’ll kill you . ”
Rian hooks the back of my knees into his elbows, thrusting into me in one smooth slide. His cock is only half-hard, but with each thrust I can feel him growing and stretching me. “Fuck’s sake, your threats make me fucking horny.”
I grip his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. This is more than I thought my wedding night would be, but I can’t say I hate it. “It’s not a threat, it’s a promise. I deserve loyalty, your fidelity. ”
Rian drops my legs draping his body over me as his hands cup the back of my head and his mouth devours mine. I moan into his kiss, matching the rock of his hips as he fills me deeply with his cock. He kisses down my jaw, breathing into my ear.
“I’m yours, you’re mine. I’m going to pump you so full of my cum that I’ll plant multiple babies in you,” he groans.
I shudder. I hadn’t given any real thought to having his children. I opt to push it away as a tomorrow problem, like everything else to do with this wedding. But it’s possible I’ll get pregnant now that I know he’s going to come inside me again , and I’m not put off by the idea as much as I probably should be.