CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE #3
He lined us up. His cock at the entrance of my pussy. I craned my neck to look at what he was doing. The tip of him rubbed against my clit before he pressed forward. His body came down on top of mine. His arms curled under my knees, spreading my thighs farther apart and he trapped them under him.
His strength was far greater than mine; I couldn’t even move a muscle. I was truly powerless under him.
Our eyes met.
Adrian spared me only a second before he shoved inside. One hard, deep thrust.
The noise that left my throat was unlike me, something akin to a feral scream and a wounded whimper. Adrian paused, staying deeply rooted inside me.
I was stretched to the fullest, my heated core spasming. Adrian’s eyes twitched and his lips curled with a snarl. He pulled out before pounding inside, just as roughly as he did the first time.
It hurt.
Oh God, it really hurt. Just like he promised.
But Adrian didn’t stop. And I didn’t want him to stop either.
I wanted this.
This burn.
This ache.
I wanted him to fill me; I wanted him so deep and I never wanted him to let go.
“Fuuuck.” Adrian’s face was a mask of pure lust as he swore. His word was accompanied with a hard thrust that had me screaming around my panties.
“You.” Thrust in. “Are.” Slide out. “Mine.” Thrust in.
Every time he slammed into my pussy, I cried because of how much it hurt and how good it felt. And every time he pulled out, I begged.
My pussy sucked him, welcoming his invasion. My body slowly learned to accommodate his size, his length and his thickness—as if I was made for him. For this purpose. His to fuck.
Adrian cursed and growled. And with each brutal impact of his thrust, I cried out. I had never been this… full before.
I sobbed.
I pleaded.
He mercilessly invaded me. He brutally fucked me. And he ruthlessly took ownership of my body.
We were both lost to this madness.
Nothing else mattered.
I wanted this with mindless abandon.
My orgasm assaulted me and I burst, as if my body had shattered into a million tiny pieces. His face grew dark and his eyes were wild. Adrian pumped into me, twice… three times, four hard and jerky thrusts before he planted himself deep and he came.
His release filled me to the brim, coating my inside, claiming me in ways no man had ever claimed me.
Adrian Salvatore consumed me and I was a willing victim.
My body quivered with the aftermath, pleasure still rippling through me.
He pulled out slowly and I felt a gush as his seed spilled out of me. I was suddenly so cold and empty. He stared between our bodies, where we had just been joined together.
His eyes, there was a look in them I had never seen before.
I lifted my head up to look at where his attention was and I finally understood the look in his eyes.
My pussy was red, glistening and swollen. I was sullied by my own release and his seed, mixed with…blood.
My blood.
Even his cock was smeared with it.
Confusion clouded my thoughts.
But I couldn’t really think.
Dizziness overwhelmed me.
Exhaustion slid over my used body, my muscles going limp.
I can’t think.
Adrian released my thighs and my legs fell limply back onto the mattress. He pressed a hand between my legs, his fingers collecting the remnants of us and then he pushed it back inside me.
My back arched at the invasion. I was too swollen, too sensitive…
It was so obscene as he thrust his fingers in and out.
A trembling whine escaped my lips, a soft protest, a breathless moan.
“I want you to keep me inside you.”,” he whispered.
My eyes fluttered close. I was so… sleepy.
My heartbeat slowed. My thoughts scattered.
“Such a good girl.”
A darkness dragged me into unconsciousness.
***
I woke to the warmth of sunlight streaming across my face, my body a constellation of aches, my muscles protesting with the slight movement.
Soreness radiated from between my thighs, a constant reminder of what had transpired between us last night. Memories flooded my consciousness—Adrian’s hands on my body, his mouth claiming mine, the brutal way he had taken me, and the way I had surrendered completely.
My skin flushed hot with shame and something else I refused to name, a traitorous warmth pooling in my core despite the ache.
“Good morning.”
I gasped, my eyes flying open to find Adrian lying beside me, on his side, his elbow propped, head resting in his hand as he stared at me with that infuriating grin on his face.
He looked far too pleased with himself, far too comfortable in my bed.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, the words came out hoarse, my throat raw from the screams he had torn from me last night.
“Were you expecting to wake up alone after last night?” His blue eyes gleamed with amusement. “I’m not a random lover, or a one-night stand, Princess. I’m your husband.”
I swallowed nervously and tried to sit up, wincing as pain shot through my lower body. Every muscle protested, and I felt a dull throb between my legs.
Adrian tsked, his expression softening slightly. “You poor thing. I can help with that.”
“What?” I asked, suspicious of the sudden gentleness in his voice.
“I can help you feel better.” He was already moving, lowering his body over mine, his face moving toward my thighs.
“Adrian, no,” I tried to stop him, pushing at his shoulders but my attempts were weak.
Last night had been different…a moment of madness, of darkness consuming us both.
In the morning light, I couldn’t make any excuse for why my body kept betraying me, why I had responded to him with such abandon.
“Shh, let me take care of you.” He pressed a kiss to my swollen folds, his breath hot against my sensitive skin, and I gasped at the contact. “You look beautifully used, wife. So swollen, so red. I like it.”
His tongue traced a slow, deliberate path across my heated center, so different from the brutality of the night before.
This Adrian was tender, attentive as he worshiped my body with his mouth.
He licked and licked until I was writhing beneath him.
I bit my lip to stifle a moan as something slow built inside me, a subtle release that washed over me in gentle waves rather than the violent storm of the night before.
My body arched beneath him, my fingers tangling in his hair as I surrendered once more to his touch.
This was different…soothing, and I sank into the mattress, my body relaxing despite my mind’s protests.
Adrian lifted his head from between my thighs and regarded me, his blue eyes dark with satisfaction. His lips glistened with my wetness. He pressed a final kiss between my legs before crawling up, pinning my body under his.
His lips hovered over mine, our eyes met and then his lips claimed mine. A soft, tender kiss that made me gasp. His tongue dove inside my mouth.
“Taste it, taste yourself on my tongue, Serafina,” he growled into our kiss.
I did.
I could taste myself. The sweet tangy scent of my own pleasure made me moan.
This was dirty and obscene. Utterly filthy but a dangerous, sinful thrill sliced through me.
“There you go,” my husband rasped against my lips. “I kissed it all better.”
Except... nothing was better.
We had only made our situation worse.
The chemistry that had been crackling before, the tension that had been suffocating us had collapsed.
The physical connection between us had deepened, and that terrified me more than any threat Adrian had ever made.
My hands came between us and I pushed at his chest.
There was something else troubling me.
“I was a virgin,” I claimed, needing to assert some control over the narrative of what had happened between us. “Last night, I was a virgin. But I thought...”
The night before our wedding, I had woken up in his bed… he had shown our family the blood on my nightgown, a humiliating proof that he had claimed me.
“You thought that I had already slept with you the night before our wedding.” His voice was matter-of-fact, without a trace of guilt.
He pulled back, eyes boring into me.
“That’s what you claimed!” I pushed myself up, clutching the sheet to my chest.
“I’m not into fucking unconscious women,” he drawled lazily. “When I fuck you, you’re going to remember all of it, every second, every minute of it.” His eyes held mine, unflinching.
Like last night.
The throbbing between my thighs reminded me of it.
Adrian never ruined me, like he had claimed, like I had believed.
I had never sinned.
Except I couldn’t even find comfort in that realization because last night…
I had allowed him to take me.
He was inside me. I could still feel him.
And there was no going back now.
I pulled the blanket tighter around me, creating a barrier between us. The reality of what we had done, what I had allowed him to do, settled over me like a shroud.
I had given myself to the man who had tormented me, who had made me watch as he slit another man’s throat.
“We need to talk,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt.
He leaned back on his knees. Thank God he wasn’t naked. Shirtless in all his attractiveness, yes. But he was wearing his sweatpants. “I’m listening.”
“From now on, we have an understanding,” I continued, lifting my chin.
He quirked up an eyebrow in amusement. “What type of understanding?”
“You will never again use me as a weapon against your brother,” I said, swallowing my fear. “You will never again threaten my life. And you will certainly never again make me feel like I am nothing more than a prize to be won.”
Adrian cocked his head to the side, lips twitching. “Okay,” he said casually. One word. So simple. Just matter-of-factly.
“Okay?” I asked, confused. This had to be another of his tricks, his manipulation.
“I came here to talk to you last night.” His grin widened. “But we got a little…distracted.”
My cheeks flushed with heat. His eyes gleamed with mischief. “As much as I love to verbally spar with you, wife and trust me, it gets me hard every single time. But it was getting a little too…redundant. You’re not the same woman who came to this house weeks ago. I’ve changed you.”
“You’ve hurt me,” I whispered.
“And you’ve hurt me.” His hand came up, touching his throat. I knew what we were both thinking about. I almost killed him with strawberries.
Then his hand dropped to his shoulders and I finally noticed the damage I had caused last night. Where I had clawed at him. My eyes widened. God, I did this?
“We’ve both drawn blood,” he said. “We’re even now.”
I shook my head. “It’s not that simple.”
“It never is.” He sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. “But we’re married, Serafina. This isn’t going away. We need to find a way to coexist.”
“Coexist?” I laughed bitterly. “You want us to play house while you continue to torment me?”
“No.” His voice was serious now, all traces of amusement gone. “I want us to be honest with each other. No more pretending. You hate me, I know that. But there’s something else between us too.”
My lips pressed together. I couldn’t deny it, not after last night.
The passion between us was undeniable, a force of nature that neither of us could control.
An obsessive need. A corrupted desire. A twisted craving.
“What are you proposing?” I asked warily.
“A truce,” he said. “We accept what this marriage is and find a way to live with it.”
“And what is this marriage?” The words came out as a challenge, my voice shaking a little. “A prison? A punishment?”
His eyes darkened. “It’s whatever we make it, Serafina. It can be hell, or it can be something else.”
“You will give me basic human respect,” I announced, my shoulders straightening with my words. “No more threats. No more cruelty. No more games.”
Adrian nodded. One single nod. That was all.
“But I also need time.”
His brows furrowed. “Time for what?”
“To process everything that has happened.”
“How long do you need?” he asked, his fingers scratching the rough stubble along his jaw.
“That’s not up to you to decide,” I argued.
His expression hardened, but he reluctantly nodded again. “Time,” he agreed. “But not too much time, wife. I’m not known for my patience.”
I wanted to roll my eyes, but I stopped myself. Of course he wasn’t a patient man.
I bet Adrian Salvatore never had to wait for something. He simply took what he wanted.
Adrian got off the bed, the muscles of his abdomen flexing as he did. “So, have we reached an understanding?”
I took a deep breath and then exhaled. “Yes, we have.”
“Good,” he said, his expression morphing into arrogance and pride. “Now, I have business to attend to.”
“What business?” I asked, clutching the blanket tighter around me.
Adrian’s smile was sharp, dangerous. “The business of our marriage, of course. There are... expectations that must be met. Now that our union has been consummated, there are certain formalities that cannot be avoided.”
“Formalities?” I repeated, a sense of dread settling in my stomach.
“Indeed.” Adrian’s eyes gleamed with dark amusement. “My father will want to know that the alliance has been properly sealed. That the bloodlines will continue. That there will be an heir.”
An heir.
The word hung in the air between us, heavy with implication.
I had known this was part of the arrangement, of course. Marriage in our world was never just about love or companionship.
It was about power, about legacy, about blood.
An heir.
His seed, my womb.
A child with both our bloods.
My heart lurched to my throat at the thought.
“How soon?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Adrian’s expression softened, just slightly. “Not immediately. But soon. The sooner we produce an heir, the more secure our position becomes.”
Our position. Not his position—ours. My chest tightened at the small distinction.
He turned to leave and my eyes found the marks I had left on his back from last night. Angry, red streaks marring his skin, evidence of the reckless moment between us.
My pulse stumbled at the sight.
“We may have reached an understanding but I still don’t trust you yet,” I whispered to his retreating back.
He paused at the door, turning his head so he could look at me over his shoulders. “That’s okay. We’ll get there eventually.”
Adrian left my bedroom, the door closing behind him with a soft click.
Eventually, he had said.
My heart trembled.
Maybe never.