Chapter Fifteen
I had no idea why I was suddenly so nervous, but as the large oak door behind me slammed closed, I shivered in apprehension.
I could still see the lights from the garden fully on and hear the sound of music and laughter outside the window, at least until Kingston moved to the windows to close the heavy wood shutters.
Once he did, all light disappeared and we were now encased in darkness.
I didn’t know whether this was his intention or if it was even something he wanted to keep off, but I thrust my hands out in front of me and used them to feel my way over to the bed.
Before reaching it, I eventually encountered a wall of muscle that sent a jolt of electricity coursing through me.
He gasped slightly as if he had felt it as well, before holding me to him as he reached around me.
Seconds later, the room became dimly lit as he found and turned on one of the sconces. While it didn’t flood the room with light, it did provide enough beneath its shade to allow me to see his face. Kingston’s blue eyes were navy in color, especially when he looked down at my heaving chest.
Soon, more than his eyes were on me as he reached out and stroked my cheek.
This was something a true groom would do to his bride.
It was an act of reverence, which I knew he didn’t possess for me.
I arched my brow at him as he traced my lips with his thumb, then dropped it, along with two roving fingers moving lower.
“Kingston,” I gasped the moment they dropped to the base of my throat, and he squeezed.
“You played your part well today. I think you’re deserving of a reward, puisín. Do you agree?”
I nodded, then when his grip tightened ever so slightly, I quickly verbally responded as well. “Yes.”
“You’re still so submissive right now,” he said as his lip quirked upward. “Are you going to be the ever obedient wife?”
I rolled my eyes at the very thought. My hand came up to his, and I quickly ripped his from my throat, then spun around to walk away. As I took a few steps forward, I huffed. “In your dreams. I’m married to you to serve a mutual purpose, and nothing?—”
Kingston caught up with me, and the way he jerked my back to his chest and returned his hand to my throat did not upset me, but rather made me wetter.
I loved to goad him into taking me roughly, as it was the only way I could reconcile my recent life decisions and not want to panic.
I needed the center of an uncontrolled fucking to distract me, and if he did it right, put me to sleep where I wouldn’t have to dwell on things.
“Surely you didn’t think I was going to kneel at your feet,” I said to him as his other hand drifted down my belly.
“You would if I so much as ordered it,” he responded. He leaned in and nipped my ear before whispering into it. “I could make you beg for my cock.”
“Ha,” I barked out, although a small voice I had tried to keep hidden in recent weeks pointed out that he was partially right. “In your dreams,” I said once more.
“And what is in yours?” he asked me as he licked up the lobe, then bit down on it once again.
“A life without you in?—”
“Liar!” he spat out, then tightened his grip to the point that I had to remember to breathe out of my nose, which was a struggle. “I bet your panties are already wet.”
I said nothing, but did bite my lip to hold back from moaning the moment he hiked my tight dress up, then slipped his hand between my legs.
My head fell back against him as he stroked me through the silk, which he was correct in assuming was damp.
Tonight, he was going to fuck me so hard.
I was determined to make sure that he did, so I plastered on a smile, then turned my head to the side so I could look up at him.
“And don’t flatter yourself too much because I was thinking about someone else,” I lied.
“Perhaps my brother. Did he play with your pussy before he tried to eat it, too? Or did you?—”
His words were cut off the moment I reached up and slapped him. I think my action surprised him even more than it had me. I couldn’t even be mad, seeing as I had tried taunting him. Any mention of Princeton was my breaking point, and he would learn that tonight.
Instead of being angry, his grin turned feral. “So, our wedding night is going to be one of those,” was all he said.
“One of what?” I asked seconds before he pushed me away from him.
I stumbled for a step or two, then fell onto the bed. Moments later, Kingston was on me, tugging the back of my dress up so that it was completely to my waist. I heard the rendering of my silk panties more than I felt it, and a total body shiver wracked my frame.
“I was going to take you like a lady tonight, but you had other plans. It’s a good thing I’m more than willing to oblige them.”
Before I could say anything, he rose off me and quickly removed his shoes and pants.
As I felt his weight back on the bed, I tried to crawl away, but he was on me before I could get more than a few inches away.
Kingston used his knee to wedge my legs apart, then he slipped his hands under me and raised me up.
I went to my knees, then he lined his cock up and slammed into me. I bit down on my bottom lip. No matter how many times he took me, or how, I had yet to acclimate to his size. Or his piercings. I felt the four metal tips against my cervix before he withdrew and plunged forward again.
“Fuck,” I cried out.
Shit, this hurt even more because he would go balls deep, then stop.
I didn’t know if the pain was more physical or mental, but he was covering me so completely that I couldn’t move.
Again, he repeated his same action, this time slamming forward even harder, which sent my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
By the time he was through with me tonight, I knew I would experience one hell of a toe-curling orgasm, not that I didn’t each night I was in bed with him. If the sex had been bad, I never could’ve gone through with this regardless of the risk. Luckily for me, I couldn’t get enough of him.
That was never something I would openly admit, especially unsolicited, so I reverted back to my earlier sass. “Are you going to fuck me or not?”
I grimaced seconds later as my left ass cheek exploded in pain from his palm.
He delivered two more strikes in rapid succession, and I nearly bit my tongue.
That side was now on fire, and as if he knew it, he dug his long fingers into my flesh.
I was certain that might even leave a mark, but I didn’t care.
I wanted it...I craved it...I needed it...
“You could never be submissive because you like to top too much, Ekaterina.”
“And the problem with that is wh...Fucking hell!” I cried out as he did the trifecta. If he kept this up, I might come before he even started to fuck me.
My core ached from the rough way he just slammed back into me, while my throat and ass both burned from his hands. Kingston withdrew once more, but this time, he slowly re-entered me.
“I’m much less patient than I am submissive,” I said to him.
“And entirely too fucking mouthy,” he said moments before removing his hand from my throat and bringing it to my mouth instead.
A small bit of alarm filled me, especially at the wicked chuckle he let out right after.
As his hand moved higher and part of his palm now covered my nose, too, the reason for his laugh became clear.
“You want to be fucked hard, Ekaterina?” At my slight nod, he pulled out, then thrust back into me.
“You'll get no opposition from me. I'm going to fuck with you until you’re ready to explode. After, I’m going to split your pussy wide open, then coat it with my cum.”
His words held an ominous tone to them, but I was so starved for this man’s dick that I would agree to and take anything to get it.
And the worst part was that he knew. While he could’ve lorded it over my head, he made hints at it, but not enough to openly taunt me.
One of these nights, he would, and I had no doubt he would hold it against me, too. For now, though...
“Oh God,” I moaned as he started to fuck me this time without pause.
“I’ve never been confused for him before,” he said from above me. “You’re never to say another’s name outside of mine.”
His rhythm grew more punishing. With every thrust, he was driving me closer to the edge. He finally removed his hand completely from my face, and I was able to turn my head to the side moments before he pressed down on it. From there, he drove into me like a man possessed.
“Kingston.” His name left my lips on a gasp, and it only took one more thrust to have me ready to fall apart. Then he stopped. “You asshole,” I muttered, and inwardly wished harm upon him when he chuckled again.
“Such sweet words from my darling wife,” he said before slowly starting to fuck me once more.
He was fucking torturing me, but it was nothing more than I wanted.
Anger at him was like fuel, and I needed to channel it into something productive.
I would need to stay married to him at least a year if I had to get pregnant and bring a child into the world.
With any luck, he would accomplish that goal sooner rather than later so we could end this farce once and for all.
He repeated everything from before, except he abused the right side of me this time instead of my left.
After bringing me to the brink once more, he stopped just as he had done before, then started all over again.
My body ached in places I didn’t know it could ache before he finally barked a single command at me.
“Come!”
It was all he needed to say. My mouth opened in a silent scream as my orgasm pulled me under.
It was so much stronger than most, and I attributed that to his torturous denial.
As I felt him pulse inside of me, then the warmth of his cum as he filled me, my eyes fluttered closed.
Today had been a mentally draining one, and as he pulled out still hard, I knew the night was just beginning.
Until he was ready to go another round, I kept my eyes closed and got however many minutes I could of rest. Something told me I would need it.