WEDDING NIGHT
1385 Words
Porsha's POV
Anne kept pacing back and forth a troubled expression I on her face.
“Anne can you stop pacing? you are making me dizzy” I teased but instead of bursting into laughter, her face fell with untold worry.
”This isn't funny Porsha. There is fire on the mountain, stop being so calm about it" Anne thundered at me but I just burst into laughter.
“Anne what do you rather I do panic, kill myself? The main problem has been handled already” I informed calmly and her eyes doubled in size.
She hurrily took a seat next to me, her eyes beaming with curiosity and asked, “What do you mean Porsha? What has been handled and by who?”
I let out a small sigh, lowered my voice and said, “s*x, Anne. He wanted to sleep with me and I have successfully handled that”
“That makes no sense Porsha” She said with a tedious frown, “You can't be so sure. Maybe he just wanted to speak to you that is why I am extremely against your decision to decline his invitation”
Her words took me aback, I turned towards her, my eyes widened as I remained astonished by her innocence.
“Anne a woman's husband doesn't need permission to come speak to her. If he wanted to speak to me he could have met me anywhere, the garden, maybe his living or dinning room but instead he chose his bedroom. You know why? Cause he wants a taste of his new wife” I informed acrimoniously, my stomach crawling with the mare thought of his hands on me.
“Porsha if that be the case then this situation just got a lot worse” She said with urgency, a look of terror on her face and my intrigues were immediately plagued.
“And why is that the case?" I doubted, my mind aching with confusing thoughts.
“Porsha it's his right to have c**************e of you” She explained, her tone laced with sincerity that it made my heart race with anger.
“And it's my right to say no, when I am not in the mood” I informed sternly.
“A wife's needs comes after her husband's” She added, her tone low, packed with honesty.
“Agreed, that is the mentality this world has forced on us, and that's why I made the excuse of being tired to avoid going to see him”
“And what if he decides to come see you instead”
“He wouldn't dare, that man is way too arrogant to come to me instead” I corrected immediately, hoping deep down that, that is actually the case.
Truth be told, deep down a little pang of fear lingered in my chest, what if she was right and Leviathan comes for his pound of flesh, how exactly would I dismiss him.
“But what if...” Anne pushed forward but I cut in, in annoyance. The last thing I wanted was her to say it so much that it comes true.
“Anne change the subject. I don't want to discuss this any longer” I informed stern and she immediately agreed.
“As you wish Porsha.”
We sat in the silence for a while, tension high in the air, no one knowing what to say to lighten up the mood.
“So, aren't you going to change your clothing, so you could go to bed” Anne asked, consequently breaking the silence.
“Oh that, I was just about to do that" I informed with a yawn.
“I will help you out Porsha ” She offered, eager to serve but I immediately decline.
“No need Anne. We both had a very stressful day. I suggest you get some rest, I will handle the change of clothing by myself”
“No need to worry about me princess. I am not tired” Anne explained, as always her dedication shining brightly.
“I insist Anne, tomorrow is another busy day” I said, nonchalantly making my way to my dressing room, “Goodnight Anne”
“If you insist” Anne said, her tone filled with reluctance, “Goodnight Porsha”
I heard some footsteps followed by pure silence for a couple of minutes as I put on a blue tiny, knee length, thin sleeve nightgown, that fitted me like a glove.
I took one final look at my reflection and like always, I was stunning.
Just then, I overheard footsteps and my blood pressure immediately rose. Anna must have disobey my orders and came here without my permission.
“Anne didn't I tell you to go to bed. Why are you here...?" I said in anger, walking out of the changing room only to come face first with the last person I expected to see, Leviathan.
He was seated on my bed shirtless with only an unbuttoned jacket. His luscious silver hair left to fall freely.
He turned to me, his lustful gaze eating me, whole. My heart sunk to my stomach.
“Emperor... What are you.... doing here..." I mumbled with trembling lips as he approached me.
He walked forward, his eyes blazing red as he approached me with a straight face.
“I sent for you. Why didn't you come?" He snarled, as he strided towards me, his eyes blazing red. His persona this night was as daring as they come, my legs trembled and in under seconds I realized just how much I truly fear him.
My heart raced, “I was tired your majesty” I informed, moving backwards until my back collided with the wall. I was trapped, trapped between a vicious predator and the wall. He smirked at me, grabbed my waist and whispered sexily in my ear, “Don't lie so much little wife. It doesn't suit you,”
“But I am not. I'm tired” I confessed sincerely, a dull ache still lingered on my lower back from sitting for so long.
“Then tell me what you truly feel” He says, his voice low as he tried kissing me but I more my head aside.
“Your highness, I said I am tired. I am not in the mood for this” I informed, my tone low and determined.
“But I am, and as my wife it's your responsibility to satisfy me” He said, his tone laced with entitlement.
“And a husband's responsibility is to respect his wife's decision” I stood my ground. He looked at me silently for a while before bursting into laughter.
“I must confess, I like this talent of yours Porsha. You're scared but still manage to confront me” He said in-between chuckles, “Want to hear a secret Porsha? I always get what I want, and now I want you”
I didn't say a word, instead I just stared at him with anger, he really considered himself to be something, all I saw was a man full of himself.
He didn't relent on his actions instead, he rolled the back of his hand against my face, his crimson red eyes burrowing into mine. He moved closer and without warning captured my lips in a fierce kiss.
"Stop it” I commanded in between moans, trying to push him away but he grabbed both hand, restraining me to the wall.
His kisses more intently than before, I felt weak in the knees, my body trembling underneath his touch.
His tongue explored my mouth, ensuring that all the flavor in his mouth was in mine and all mine in his.
I was officially done for, there was no way I could resist him any longer, my core was practically begging for him.
It was obvious that I was going to wake on Leviathan's bed the next morning.
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