6. Chapter Six
Chapter Six
Anastasia
T hings are tense between me and Adrien over the next few days. He thinks I kissed another man and I think he’s an asshole.
So much for an exciting adventure.
To his credit though, Adrien mostly stays at home to work so I at least know he’s not out sleeping with other women. Though, he might only be home to keep an eye one me so I don’t sneak out again.
I have become another prisoner in my new home and it sucks. There’s a whole world out there to explore and I’m stuck in another house.
With nothing else to do, I call Sasha. At least she won’t make me feel bad for making such a hasty decision when it came to marrying Adrien.
“You could come home,” she offers. “Or I can go to you.”
“Adrien probably won’t appreciate me leaving right after we just got here.” Right on cue, he walks past me while I sit on the couch to grab a book off the coffee table. The second he starts to look at me, I avert my gaze. Let it drive him crazy. After a moment, Adrien leaves.
“I can convince Nico to meet you in Paris. We haven’t taken a break in a while. It could be fun.”
“I’d like that. Maybe if you’re with me, Adrien will allow me to go out and have some fun.”
“Is he not allowing you to leave?”
“I am allowed to go with a guard or him. But I’m being stubborn. I don’t want a babysitter.”
“Your husband isn’t your babysitter. He’s your husband.”
“A husband that I don’t trust. He wants to have sex without emotion.
But I know myself. If I let him touch me, I’m going to develop feelings for him.
I just know it. I’ve been dreaming of having a boyfriend for years and now I have a husband who I could easily fall in love with if I let myself go there.
But Adrien will never love me in return and for that, I can’t be with him.
If he would just allow himself to have feelings then we wouldn’t be in this predicament.
We could be having fun together. But Adrien wants fun without the emotion part. Who does he think I am? A robot?”
Sasha sighs. “I was worried about that. I knew he was a womanizer. I told Nico that Adrien would make a terrible husband for that reason alone but he wouldn’t listen to me. Nico wanted a deal with Adrien and you were the price. I’m still kind of pissed at Nico for it.”
“Are you two ok? I don’t want to drive a wedge between you and your husband.”
“We’re ok. I’ll come to Paris. We’ll get through this together.”
In an instant, my sister has given me more hope than I’ve felt in the entire week I’ve been on my honeymoon with Adrien.
I don’t tell Adrien that Sasha is arriving but I’m sure Nico will call him.
And yep. I know the moment he finds out because he barges into our bedroom while I’m scrolling on my phone. TikTok videos are the only thing keeping me sane right now.
“You invited your sister to come stay with us on our honeymoon?”
“What honeymoon? We don’t have a real relationship. A real relationship would involve you actually sharing your feelings with me instead of pushing me away.”
“You’re the one pushing me away.” He stares at me darkly before storming over to the bed. “You need to be put in your place, Anastasia. You’ve been acting like a brat for too long.”
He grabs me around the waist before I can react and rolls me onto my stomach right before he brings his hand down onto my backside, spanking me. I go still, shocked out of my mind that he just spanked me.
“You… you spanked me? I’m not a child!”
“Then don’t act like one,” he growls before spanking me again.
My simple satin nightgown isn’t protecting me at all.
I bought this nightgown in the hopes that it would make me feel more womanly instead of going to bed in the pajamas I used to wear.
But the fact that Adrien is spanking me like I’m a naughty child is not helping me feel like an adult.
“Stop,” I beg, clutching the blanket between my hands. My body writhes, trying to get away from him, but Adrien only grabs my hips and keeps me in place before spanking me all over again. “Why do you hate me?”
He pauses. “You think I hate you?”
“You don’t even like me. You only want me for sex. How can I not think you hate me?”
Adrien sighs and places his hand onto my ass. It’s hard to even think with his hand there. “I don’t hate you, Anastasia. But you do frustrate me. We’re so different. You want love and I don’t. I’ve never been with a woman long enough to have to worry about how she feels. I’m out of my depth here.”
I’m surprised to hear his slight vulnerability. My father was a stoic man. Denis was an abusive, cold man. And it’s not like any of my sisters’ husbands are sharing their feelings with me.
So to hear it from Adrien shocks me to my core.
“I’m out of my depth as well,” I say. “I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t know how I should be feeling.”
He goes quiet and begins to run his hand over my ass. Even though my nightgown is still in the way, I can feel his touch clearly. Strongly.
He roams his hand up to my back, giving me a massage of sorts. It does feel nice. To be touched like this. It would be so easy to give in to him. Let him show me the pleasure he wants to show me.
“I want to touch you,” he says in a low voice, making me shiver. “I want to touch you everywhere. Kiss you everywhere.” He lowers his lips to my ear. “Fuck you everywhere.”
I gasp. Goosebumps break out onto my skin. “You’re trying to… seduce me.”
“Is it working?” There’s a smile in his voice that makes me smile. But I have to remember that if I let myself be consumed by him, he could break my heart.
“We shouldn’t do this.”
“We can do whatever we want. You’re my wife. I’m your husband. Give in to me, Anastasia. I know you want to. Ana.”
I practically whimper from the way he says my nickname. It’s so intimate.
“Let me touch you,” he says, running his hand along my back.
“You’re already touching me.”
“But I could touch you more.” He trails his fingers down to the backs of my thighs. It feels so good I could cry. To finally be touched in such an intimate way. To finally feel pleasure.
And of course it has to be with a man who’s perfect in every way… except the one way that really counts.
“Adrien,” I whisper.
“Yes?”
“You should stop.” It takes everything in me to say it but I have to say it.
He pulls his hand back. “Fine. We don’t have to do this. But you still need to be taught a lesson.”
I frown and look over my shoulder to see what he’s doing. He goes into the walk-in closet and comes back out with silk ties.
“What are you doing with those?” I ask.
He grabs my wrist before I can stop him and ties it to the bedpost. Then he does it to my other wrist.
“Adrien? You can’t tie me to the bed! What are you doing!”
“Teaching you a lesson in listening to me. You invited your sister over without talking to me first. And I need to make sure you don’t leave again without me or a guard. It’s too dangerous out there.”
“So, you’re doing this for my protection? Bullshit. You’re doing this because you’re a controlling freak!” I try kicking him in the face but he backs away before I can reach him.
“I need you under control, Anastasia. It’s simple as that.”
“No. You’re doing this to me because I said I wouldn’t have sex with you. That’s why you’re punishing me.”
“I’m making sure you don’t go out into the city and get yourself killed.
You are my key to staying in the alliance with Nico, Mikhail, and Liam.
I cannot lose that which means I cannot lose you.
You will stay here and think about what you’ve done.
About the man you kissed. I’m sure you’re regretting it now. ” He heads for the door when I speak.
“I never kissed a man.”
He pauses and slowly turns back to me. “What?”
“I never kissed a man in the city.”
“Then why was your shirt ruined?”
“Does it matter?” If I tell him how I was almost kidnapped, that will only make him think he can keep me locked up forever.
“Yes, it matters.”
I shrug, or as best I can with my hands tied above my head. “I didn’t kiss a man. That’s all you need to know.”
He leans over me, his face so close to mine. It would be so easy to kiss. I want to kiss him. I want to know what it’s like. “Are you lying to me right now? Are you just saying you didn’t kiss someone so I’ll let you go?”
“Maybe,” I lie.
He scoffs before he gives me a small kiss on the lips.
It startles me so much I pull back. “You are playing a game with me, Anastasia. I don’t like it when women play games with me.
When anyone plays a game on me for that matter.
You will stay right here. I’m going to call Nico and tell him not to come.
We’re on our honeymoon. Your family can visit in the future. ”
“Don’t do this to me,” I beg and before I know it, tears stream down my face.
“You’re pretty when you cry. Did you know that?” He wipes one of my tears away before leaving the bedroom.
I kick and scream and try to free myself from the binds but it’s no use. I’m stuck here. Another prisoner.
Adrien
I take a deep breath after I leave the bedroom. Anastasia is good at getting under my skin in a way no one else is.
For a moment, I thought I could get through to her. But she is proving to be more stubborn than I ever thought.
I have to admit, I kind of like it. She’s a challenge. I’ve never cared for a challenge before. Women were always easy for me and that made it fun. Knowing I could get any woman I wanted at any moment.
I never thought I’d enjoyed a challenge like Anastasia. She’s frustrating the fuck out of me but she’s also exciting me in a way I’ve never felt before. I haven’t even thought about being with another woman since returning to Paris. Anastasia has been on my mind the entire time.
That’s interesting…
I call Nico and let him know not to come. It’s still my honeymoon and I don’t want him and his wife bothering us. Nico agrees, though he tells me it’s going to be tough getting Sasha to agree to it.
“That’s your problem,” I tell him before hanging up.
I don’t want to share Anastasia with anyone else. She’s all mine.
Now I just have to figure out how to actually make her mine.