First Night
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Chapter 2 – The First Night
Alesia was led to the master bedroom by a maid who wouldn’t meet her eyes.
Or maybe she couldn’t bear to. Everyone here knew exactly what Nico planned for his bride.
The room was suffocatingly elegant—marble floors, black silk sheets, gold fixtures. But the centerpiece was the bed: massive, draped in shadows like it was built for sin. She backed away from it instinctively.
The door creaked behind her.
Nico entered, unbuttoning his cuffs, sleeves rolled, black ink curling up his forearms. His jacket hit the floor. So did her courage.
“I’m not here to hurt you,” he said softly, circling her like a wolf. “Unless you want me to.”
She flinched. He noticed.
“Still trembling,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Some things never change.”
“Don’t touch me.”
His smirk darkened. “Wife, that’s the last time you’ll say that and not get punished.”
He grabbed her wrist—not bruising, but firm. Controlling. Heat traveled up her spine, shameful and sharp. He guided her to the bed, sat, then pulled her between his knees.
“I’m going to lay out the rules once,” he said. “You obey. You stay. You wear what I choose. You sleep in my bed, under my touch, and come when I tell you to. Understood?”
She shook her head. “No. I’ll fight—”
“You’ll break,” he said darkly. “And when you do, you’ll thank me for it.”
He dragged her down into his lap. One hand tangled in her hair, the other slid up her thigh.
“You think I bullied you because I hated you?” he whispered against her lips. “I couldn’t stand how much I wanted you.”
Then he kissed her—hard, claiming, brutal.
She fought. He didn’t stop. And somewhere in that twisted kiss, her body betrayed her. Her legs parted. Her breath caught. A moan slipped out—low, guttural, raw.
He pulled back and laughed.
“Oh, Mouse,” he whispered, his hand sliding under her dress. “You’ll beg me to touch you soon. And when you do, I won’t be gentle.”
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