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She mewls, the sound just long and loud enough that I’m confident the lights that flick on behind us are in response. But she seems too close to release to notice this time.
Hips rolling, Tia jerks in my arms, her body spasming as she comes a second time, this time with overwhelming force. I groan as her walls milk me, egging me to come inside her.
And as Tia softens in my arms, turning to putty as I manipulate her body with ease, I know I want to do just that. After years of discipline and wearing protection to ensure I wouldn’t have any bastard children running around, I finally don’t have to think about it anymore.
Because what’s done is done.
For better or worse, I have a wife, and I fucking love being inside her without a condom.
Grunting as the intensity of my arousal reaches the breaking point, I thrust deep inside Tia and release my seed in several throbbing bursts. Her pussy flutters around me, eagerly accepting all I have to offer.
And for a moment, as we come down from our orgasms together, I’m filled with a deep and instinctual satisfaction. It felt so good to claim Tia, to use her so completely. There’s nothing more carnal than taking a woman roughly, passionately, and filling her with my cum—no surer way to mark my territory.
We breathe heavily together, my heart hammering a rhythm against her back as I hold her close, unsure of whether she’ll be able to stand on her own two feet if I let her go. The patio dims as the lights from our witnesses darken once more, leaving us alone in our marital bliss.
Finally, after several minutes, Tia stops trembling, and her breathing grows more steady. I ease out of her, slowly loosening my hold on her body as I stand to my full height. And as soon as I release her, Tia flees inside, her heels tapping at a rapid pace across the stone balcony as her sobs fade into the night.
It was mean and manipulative, treating Tia the way I did. I could see the embarrassment and discomfort on her face, mingled with her pleasure. I could almost feel bad once again for using Tia to make my point. But I also know that the Guerra family is anything but innocent in trapping me in this marriage, and now, my guard is up.
I’ve questioned whether Tia was even pregnant from the start or if it was a lie strategically told to save the Guerras’ necks from my noose. It frustrates me, knowing that they outsmarted me by trapping me in this marriage. And I won’t let it happen again. The subtle threats from her father and Tia’s attempt to seduce me. She must have an ulterior motive.
But watching her run inside after—despite the pleasure I drew from her—awakens a pang of guilt inside me. Perhaps I took it too far. I don’t think I actually hurt the girl, but I wouldn’t want to either. It’s her family I want to destroy, and as my wife, Tia is under my protection.
Sighing heavily, I look up at the now-dark windows above.
In our world of backstabbing and manipulation, I wouldn’t be surprised if her goal tonight was to try and demonstrate that she’s willing to move past the horrible way I treated her the night I took her virginity.
And in my burst of temper, I’ve only made things worse.
Combing my fingers through my hair, I scrub the back of my neck as fresh guilt tightens my chest. Perhaps I overreacted. I shouldn’t have taken my anger out on her.
I won’t make the same mistake again.
Turning, I follow my bride back inside. What a terrible farce of a wedding night.
14
TIA
I’m tired of wandering the labyrinth of hallways that make up the Moretti estate. After three days of exploring the house and grounds, it no longer feels like a maze of endless corridors and vaulted rooms. I know the entire layout by heart—even the twenty-five guest bedrooms the manor houses.
Undoubtedly, the estate is nearly twice as large as my family’s, with the main, three-story mansion containing two separate wings that extend on either side. The terrace outside the ballroom that I fell in love with the first night Leo showed me around sits in the center of it all, a beautiful outdoor space paved with flagstone. It’s large enough to house three fountains spread evenly across. Their ornately carved centers each depict a different Greek myth.
But that’s not where I’m headed this morning. Rather than wasting another day wandering, I want to dig deeper into the library. The grand collection has more books than I could read in a lifetime. And seeing as I have nothing productive to do with my time, it seems like a good challenge to finish them before I die.
My steps echo across the granite floors of the entryway in my new home, resonating loudly and reminding me of just how alone I am. From the corner of my eye, I catch my reflection to my right, a ghost floating past the mirrored wall I found so spectacular the night I crashed the Moretti house party.
Now, it mocks me and the circumstances of my new life.
At a glance, anyone would think I’m perfectly content, my appearance well maintained, dressed in the finest designer clothes. I keep my expression passively open and friendly. But slowly, I’m drowning, overcome by the circumstances of my new life and the ugly world I find myself in.
I’ve finally recovered from my wedding night, though it took several days of a deep ache between my legs and sore muscles that aren’t used to being used before I could finally walk comfortably once more.
And every time my core throbbed, or my muscles groaned in protest, they made me think of Leo. The way he kissed me so passionately, lifted me into his arms with ease. Then carried me out onto the patio to fuck me for everyone to see.
My stomach knots as I think of the humiliation. And the pleasure in Leo’s arrogant face. He liked teaching me a lesson, and the statement was glaringly clear. I don’t get to dictate terms in this marriage. I don’t get to have a say—not unless I want to be punished.
The worst part about it is I still came. It turned me on when he touched me. Even when he took me roughly. I don’t know what that could possibly mean about me. I still hate him, passionately. I want to destroy him. But feeling him inside me… the way he ignites my senses… it sends me to a place of sweet oblivion. A place where, for a moment, I could care less who sees.
