Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Leah
Never in a million years did I think I would spend my wedding day completely alone, and yet, that’s exactly how I had spent it. Alone and in my room. And other than a tray of food and another bottle of champagne left on the table, no one had even come to help me out of my dress.
With each breath I took, the bodice seemed to constrict around me, making it harder and harder to breathe freely. The only place I was half comfortable was reclining on the bed, so that’s where I had spent most of the day, lounging on the mountain of pillows and drinking straight from the bottle.
I was a married woman, and today should have been the happiest day of my life, but I had never felt so lonely in my life.
I missed my sparse apartment, my dead-end job, and my friends.
Friends I didn’t even know if I would see again.
Viktor said this was only for a year, and the moment I had signed the contract and said my vows, I had agreed.
Regret came in waves, and each time it did, I took a swig from the bottle and forced it back down. I had agreed to a year, and when that was over, I would have enough money to start over .
If I survived the year, loneliness was a killer, and I was beginning to think being poor would be better than this. In the darkness, I closed my eyes and let the alcohol take hold. I knew a proper sleep would be impossible, but maybe a little nap would make this whole situation better.
I’d just started to drift off into that floating content feeling right before sleep took you when the click of the door brought me back to reality. My eyes flew open. The room was all in shadows, but I could see someone move into the room, a deeper, darker shadow in the darkness.
“Hello?” My voice tinged with sleep, I reached for the lamp on the bedside, and another hand got to the light first.
Warm orange light flooded the room, chasing back the shadows, but not banishing them completely.
“Oh,” I let out a shaky breath as my eyes locked with his. “Viktor, it’s you.”
A line appeared between his eyebrows as he frowned down at me. “Were you expecting someone else, wife?”
“What? No, of course not. It’s just—” the breath left my lungs as his hand closed around my wrist.
“Why are you still dressed like that?” Viktor’s voice shook with anger that I knew wasn’t directed at me, but still kind of scared me all the same.
He gave a small tug and pulled me upward onto my feet.
“Were you waiting for me?” His hand slid up my arm, and he moved his fingers over my bare shoulder, kneading hard before he dropped it down the tiny buttons that traced my spine.
“I couldn’t get it off without help.” I fought back the urge to shiver.
He chuckled, a low, dangerous sound, and moved to step around me, his fingers tracing his way. “Then let’s remedy that.” Standing at my back, he dropped his lips to my shoulder and kissed. “Let’s get this off of you.”
Stepping back, he focused on the buttons, sliding each one loose until the dress gaped at the back, and I could feel his hot breath against my skin .
I shivered again.
“It’s too much material for you anyway. Too much flounce and frill, the style drowns you.” He pushed the material down my body until it pooled around my feet. Leaving me standing there in nothing but the white satin panties and lace-topped suspenders.
“That’s better.” Using my hips as leverage, he pulled me back against him hard enough to drive the breath from my body in a small gasp. “I prefer you like this, Leah, all naked and trembling for me. These trembles are for me, aren’t they?”
Keeping one hand closed around my hip, he curled the other arm around me. Cupping me through the silk of my panties for a second before his fingers tiptoed up my stomach to play over my breasts.
My nipples pebbled up, and it had nothing to do with the chill in the night air and everything to do with him.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day.” His hands closed around my breast and squeezed. His kisses on my shoulder turned to little nips that I knew would leave red marks on my skin.
“Where were you today, Viktor?” I let myself relax, my head falling back onto his shoulder so he could lick and suck more of my skin. “You left—”
The hand on my breast closed about it painfully.
“Where I go is none of your business.” He said through gritted teeth.
“I did not come here to be questioned, I came here to,” the hand loosened and blood surged back, making my skin tingle almost painfully.
“I didn’t come here to talk. That’s not what I need you for. Is that understood?”
I nodded mutely. Clearly, whatever “business” he’d had today that had been so important hadn’t gone well, and who was I to question him?
When it came to Viktor, the less we spoke, the better. The only time we ever seemed to get along was when we were naked. Disgusting but true.
“Yes, Viktor,” I said quietly.
“Good girl.” Hands firm on my body, he turned me back toward him. Tilting my face to his and smiling. “You’ re my wife.”
“Yes.”
Stepping away, his hands went to his belt, and then to the button underneath it. His eyes never left mine as he took a seat on the edge of the bed and smiled. “Help me relax, wife.”
I blushed. His meaning was clear. Nervously, I shuffled forward. It wasn’t like I hadn’t done this before, but I’d just never been commanded to do it. Something about this felt fake.
Which was exactly what I was. This whole situation was fake.
Stepping between his parted thighs, I wet my lips and then reached down to run my hands up the powerful muscles of his legs.
“Stop.”
I froze. My eyes darted towards him.
“Don’t move,” He commanded. “Let me look at you.”
A blush heated my cheeks. Why did he want to look at me when I was bent over like this? As positions went, it wasn’t very flattering.
“God, you are beautiful,” Viktor muttered, his hand delved inside his pants to free himself. Fist curled around the base, he met my eyes. “Are you going to suck me, Leah?”
In answer, I licked my lips. Was I? Yes. Yes, I was going to take him into my mouth and taste him. I wanted to know how he felt against my tongue, how he tasted.
God, when it came to him, I couldn’t get enough. The attraction was very real, even if the rest of our relationship wasn’t.
Using his thighs as leverage, I lowered myself to my knees and lowered my face to him. When my hand closed around his shaft and I brought the tip to my mouth, I raised my eyes to his.
The first lick made him scramble to gather my hair away from my face. The second caused his eyes to roll into the back of his head.
I licked again, swirling my tongue around the thick head of his cock, and was rewarded by a throaty groan.
Opening my lips wide, I took him into my mouth.
Lapping my tongue against him and hollowing out my cheeks, I took him as far as I could go.
My head bobbed over him, over and over again, until I coated him in my saliva.
And the entire time, his hand in my hair grew tighter and tighter until it was almost painful .
He liked that. He needed it, and in a way, so did I. Because right here on my knees with his thick cock bobbing in my mouth, it felt like I was in control.
“Fuck yes. Just like that.” His hand tightened, guiding my head over him, and his hips thrust up to meet my lips.
Filling my mouth harder and faster than I had wanted to go.
He took me deeper and deeper. Forcing his swollen cock into the back of my throat until it felt like I couldn’t breathe.
Saliva dripped from my lips. My eyes swam with tears. Black mascara ran down my cheeks.
“Relax your throat for me, Leah,” he ordered, and I struggled to do what he asked of me. I’d been a fool to think I was ever in control. Viktor was always the one with the power. It didn’t matter if I was—
Both hands on the back of my head, he forced himself into my throat and held himself there. My throat convulsed, and panic began to build in my chest because I couldn’t breathe.
And just when I thought I would pass out, he loosened his grip, and I sucked in a wet breath. When I lifted my eyes to him, his image swam, but I was sure he was smiling.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth now, Leah.” Standing, he stripped his clothes off hurriedly. I only had a few seconds to ogle the hard planes of his chest and naked thighs before he was nudging at my lips again. “And when I am done, I am going to make this marriage official.”
He didn’t need to command me to open my lips. I did it without asking, and this time I forced myself to relax. I forced myself to take all of him and fight down the feelings that I couldn’t breathe.
Viktor’s hands on the back of my head held me in place as he fucked my face with brutal, hard pumps of his hips. Each thrust hit the back of my throat and drew an almost guttural groan from his lips.
“That’s it, baby. That’s it.” He reached down and pinched my nipple hard, and I cried out. My lips vibrated around him.
“You like that, don’t you?” He twisted the tight bud, his movements jerkier now.
“You like being my little whore.” Without warning, he grabbed me around the waist and lifted me.
Throwing me down on the bed, he was between my thighs in a second.
Lifting my legs around his waist, he surged forward, filling me completely.
Crying out, my back arched off the bed, and my arms wrapped around his neck just like my legs wrapped around his waist.
“You like being filled with my cock don’t you?”
“Yes,” I moaned.
“Good.” He flipped me again, pressing my face into the pillow, he lifted my ass into the air and kicked my legs apart. This time, when he entered my body, the force of it pushed me up the bed.
My insides clenched around him, screaming out against the brutal intrusion and crying out for more all at the same time.
“Because you belong to me now, Leah.” His hips snapped back, pulling almost all the way out, only to drive his cock back into me with so much force that my teeth smashed together.
“This pussy.” Fisting my hair, he yanked my head back, arching my back as he took complete control over my body. And it was control I gave over willingly because no matter what else happened between us, when he was inside of me, there was nothing better.
“Belongs to me, the way it clenches around me. The way it weeps for me. That’s all mine.” His thrust became shallower, and my pussy gripped him tighter than any glove.
My insides tightened, spiraling harder and harder until I felt like, at any second, I would snap. And still he kept fucking me. Just like he had fucked my mouth, there was no mercy.
Viktor took my body and made it his own, and I was powerless because I wanted it to happen.
Curling his body over my back, he curled both arms around me, one to keep me in place and the other so he could run his hands over my body over and over again. When he got between my legs and pinched my clit hard, I screamed an animalistic sound that echoed around the room.
I cried out again when he began to circle it in tight little circles, and I didn’t care if I woke the whole house up. I didn’t care if I woke the whole state up just as long as the pressure building inside of me broke.
“I’m going to cum.” He groaned through gritted teeth. Rearing backward, he forced me to meet each one of his thrusts until the sound of our sweat-drenched flesh meeting and our mingled cries filled the air. The change of position forced me over the edge first.
Screaming, I thrashed against him, my entire body tensing for several blissful seconds before it relaxed, and I went soaring up into heaven.
Even floating, I felt it the moment he lost control. His thick cock swelled even more, throbbing and filling every inch of me. He jerked once, and then became still, and I felt him coat my insides with his thick, hot seed.
Sated, he fell on top of me, forcing me down into the mattress with his weight.
“You’re fucking perfection, Leah,” he murmured against my skin and rolled to the side.
Glancing at him through the curtain of my hair, I saw him throw an arm over his eyes and smile to himself.
“You’re not too bad yourself,” I joked with a small laugh. Reaching for him, I ran my hand across the sweat on his chest.
Viktor’s head snapped towards me. There was no trace of a smile on his face. “You should sleep now.” Swinging his massive frame from the bed, he tugged on his clothes. “I’ll have someone bring you the morning-after pill tomorrow, so we don’t have to worry about an unwanted pregnancy.”
For a moment, he stared down at me, and I continued to look at him through my hair.
“And I’ll make an appointment to get you birth control in a few days.” He walked away.
Sitting up, I watched him go. It wasn’t so much hurt I was feeling, but anger. Anger that again he had used my body and was now leaving, but then wasn’t that just the way things were between us?
I was married to this man I didn’t know, and when he touched me, I forgot all common sense, but there was no real relationship. I was all on my own.
“Ok.” Turning my back to him, I curled myself up on the bed. “Good night, Viktor.”
There was no answer but the sound of the door shutting with a soft click behind him as he left.