She was an innocent bride. Then I made her mine.
The moment I saw Natasha Page standing at the altar, waiting for a fiancé whose lies had already cost him his life and put hers in danger, I knew she would be speaking her vows today after all.
I could have claimed her that night, ravaging her quivering virgin body as brutally as my lust demanded. But I made her beg before I tore off that beautiful dress and took what belongs to me.
Because I don’t just want her vows. I want her heart.
Author: Sara Fields
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Length: 69,800 words
“Are you ready?”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered anxiously.
I wasn’t ready. I didn’t have a hint of a clue as to what he meant, and there would have been no preparing myself even if I had.
I had thought I understood what a fucking was. In theory, it made sense, but that wasn’t the reality. Sergei was teaching me what it meant right now.
His hips jerked forward, and his cock speared into me like a spike. The head bounced hard against my cervix before he was pulling out and bottoming out inside me all over again. I lost track of how many times he thrust inside of me. There would be no counting, only feeling. My pussy clenched around him, trying to push him out and keep him in at the same time.
It was magnificent.
He’d let me ride him first, which had allowed me to take him at the pace I was comfortable with. Now, he was riding me like I was a wild filly needing to be broken.
I writhed beneath him, immediately consumed by overwhelmingly exquisite ecstasy. My body was already overly sensitive, and it didn’t take much longer for another orgasm to surface. I tried to fight it, but its crash over me was inevitable. I clawed at his back, my hips bucked, and every fiber of my being tried to prevent myself from sailing over the brink just yet. Truthfully, it was pointless to even try, and I knew it.
His hand squeezed my bottom cheek, reigniting the welts from his belt and forcing me over the edge into a soul-shattering orgasm that left me screaming from the start.
He didn’t stop then.
He didn’t stop after the next one either.
He kept fucking me with impossible force at a tireless pace. My pussy was very sore, and my exhaustion kept me pliant, taking what he gave me again and again, well past what I had thought myself capable of.
Without warning, he spun me around so that I lay face down against the bed. He hiked my hips up and placed me on my knees, then slammed back into me with savage force.
This had started out as making love, or at least it had felt like that, and now he was going to truly fuck me.
He was teaching me who was in charge with every inch of his cock, over and over again as my pussy spasmed around him. His hand gripped my hip while the other smacked my ass hard enough to make me cry out.
“Fuck, babygirl. The sight of your ass marked from my belt and your pussy impaled on my cock is fucking incredible,” he purred.
I hid my face in the quilt as the image of the whole thing flashed before me. I bit my lip as he thrust into me with brutal force, knowing that I was truly in for it.
He paused, though, and his thumb slid down the very top of the cleft of my backside. Time seemed to slow as it descended downward, finally stopping on top of my virgin asshole.
“One day, babygirl, I’m going to mark your ass just like this, maybe with my hand, my belt, or even your own hairbrush, but I won’t take this sweet little pussy afterwards…”
His pregnant pause felt heavy, and I couldn’t help but tighten my bottom hole beneath his thumb.
“And that, right there, tells me that you know where I’m going to fuck you instead, don’t you?”