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She nods, and I push her down closer to the water, her back arching to give me access to her cunt. I dip my fingers into her wet heat, and she’s soaked for me. “Oh, God, yes.”
“Was this from taking my cock down your throat, princess?” She nods again. “Give me that pretty little cunt, Camilla. Swallow my cock again.”
I line myself up to her entrance and thrust into her roughly, not caring if it hurts or if she’s ready. She’s about to be. Her body jerks from the force of it and her hand splashes the water, trying to keep her balance intact. I make it difficult for her, though, especially since I’m fucking her so hard her face is going in the water every few seconds.
When her head comes back up from the water, she moans so loud my balls clench. “Do you need to breathe, princess?” I ask her, “Or are you going to choke on that water while you come on my cock?”
“Let me choke.”
“Touch your cunt,” I growl, “Make yourself come.”
I start fucking her harder, my knees digging into the sand like it’s quicksand and swallowing me whole. Camilla fucks me back, her ass slapping against my hips, and I throw my head back in ecstasy from how good it feels.
“Now, Nik,” she yells and takes a deep breath.
I hold her down by her neck and fuck her even harder, chasing my orgasm as fast as possible so that I don’t drown her. I feel my spine tingling, my balls rising toward my body, as I stick one finger in her ass and thrust in and out while I increase my pace even more. I’m sure at this point she’s eating the sand, but I don’t give a damn, she asked for this.
A few thrusts later, I’m coming inside of my wife, and she’s going insane, splashing around and fighting me. I grab her hair and yank her up from the water, plastering my body against her back, and slide my free hand up her breasts to squeeze her neck.
“Is that what you wanted,solnyshko?”
“Fuck. Yes.” Camilla groans, coughing and sputtering, digging her nails into my thighs.
I pull out of her and sit back on my ass, pulling her toward me even more. Her back is against my chest; my legs spread wide to accommodate her, my half-erect cock against her back.
“You’re finally mine in every way,” I tell her, feeling like I want to tell her I love her. Instead, I say, “He may have been your first, but I’ll be your last, princess.”
“And since when did you want that?”
“Since we were teenagers, Camilla. I’ll never stop either.” Camilla relaxes into me and I wrap my arm around her front, then lower my lips to her ear. “I want to burn you alive and dance in your ashes. I wantallof you.”
“All of me?”
“Even the parts of yourself that you don’t want.”
Her fingernails dig into my thighs again. “Then let me give them to you.”
And she will. If not, I’ll still take them anyway.
The past few days have been a blur.
I’m actually someone’s wife.
Wife.
Holy fuck.
I keep asking myself how this happened, but I know exactly how it did. I begged him to get me out of my marriage to Leo, but I simply didn’t expect him to. I’m not stupid. No matter how good he fucks me or the heart eyes I have for him, love wasn’t the sole reason for our marriage. Although I do believe he loves me the way I do him.
However, there’s one more motive…Revenge.
My father ruined his life, and after everything he’s told me and everything that Leo did to cause his downfall, well… I feel like he’s right to hate my father. He should’ve listened to Nikolai and considered what he said. Meanwhile he took Leo at his word, his lies. Leo is the reason my little brother is dead, and that’s unforgivable. I want to watch the look on his face when he sees the giant rock on my finger.
My biggest worry isPapà. He’s going to lose his ever-loving mind once he finds out what I’ve done. What’s worse is that he cannot undo it because of where the wedding occurred. So no matter what he says, I’m staying married and he can’t do anything about it. Short of killing my husband, which I wouldn’t put past him. Then again, the Elite might retaliate, even against him, for breaking the rules if he tries anything against us.
Nikolai stirs and moves slightly, alerting me that he’s waking up. I’ve been awake for quite some time now, just lying in bed, literally staring at the ceiling and wondering how I ended up married and on a honeymoon within the same day. He insisted we go away on a trip, that we’d only get to be on a honeymoon once and that it’s only for the weekend. He’s not wrong. We head back to reality tomorrow and will have to tell everyone what we did. My roommates are going to freak out.
Papàis going to freak thefuckout.
