The Bargained Love

CHAPTER 5

THEILA(POV)

Dad had already contacted Victor Wellington, and we were to meet at his lawyer’s office. We got there earlier than the specified time. The office was sleek and intimidating, all glass panels and silence, like it had been designed to swallow nerves. I sat stiffly, fidgeting with the edge of my sleeve while Dad kept checking his watch every few seconds.

Then… they arrived.

An older man walked in first, tall and commanding, light-skinned. He had a sharp cheekbone, a buzz-cut, gimlet eyes, and a well-defined jawline.

Right behind him was a woman, fair, has impeccable skin, and lush, sunrise-gold hair that she wore in soft waves, always styled to sophistication, a pointy nose, and blush-pink lips, like someone used to getting what she wanted without saying much.

And then, trailing slightly behind them, was a younger man, I guess the one I’m getting married to. He looked tall and well-built, with fair and smooth skin, the kind that never sees the sun, very long, golden-brown eyes, and a strong, angular jawline. His hair is deep brown, thick, and slightly wavy.

We signed all the necessary contracts. Everything was formal, precise. Then the lawyer slid one final document toward me. “There’s a clause,” he said, adjusting his glasses. “After two years, you’re free to walk away.

I nodded, my heart a storm of thoughts I couldn’t name.

After that, we proceeded to the courthouse.

The building is plain, white, and heavy with finality. The ceremony was brief. Cold. Official.

A few vows. A signature. And just like that... I became his wife.

JULIAN (POV)

I’m Julian Wellington,30 years old. I’m forced to get married just because my illness is back, and my parents think the best thing for me is to get an heir for them in case I die. She thinks it’s a marriage. A fresh start. She doesn’t know she is just here to make babies. I have to get to work.

THEILA(POV)

I was sitting on the bed wearing a white gown, then suddenly he drifted to my side of the bed and kissed the top of my head,” You are my wife now, and you must perform your duties.

“He stared, his gaze searingly intense. “Kiss me,” Panting softly. I obliged, and then he kissed me back and our tongues touched; His kiss was stronger, more audacious.

“Off,” pointing at my dress, “Take this off.” He grinned. “Girl, go ahead and take off your panties and throw them away! “Get naked. "Like now.” I obeyed as I pulled my panties down my thighs.

At the same moment, he dipped his head and pressed his open mouth on my perky pink n*****s, and then he cupped my full breasts in his hands, rubbing and pinching lightly, sending sparks across my skin.

It was all happening so fast, I barely knew this man, and he was instructing me to strip myself naked. I felt too raw and vulnerable. My eyes closed against the unbearable vulnerability of being spread out naked in front of a man I barely knew.

“Don’t pull away. “He whispered as he could sense the tension spreading through my body. As he lightly traced his fingers along my inner thigh then he forced my legs wider so he could kiss his way downward as he explored places in my body I didn’t know existed.

He pulled back to take his boxer off and his c**k was about nine inches long. My eyes widened his c**k was huge, both in length and in girth.

Then he asked me to touch it. “Put it in your mouth and suck it hard”. I sucked his balls, then went back to the head of his p***s whilst moving his foreskin up and down. “Look at me”, he said.

He then pulled me closer and slowly kissed me down and started to lick my p***y. He began to pleasure me with his tongue and continued to use his hand to touch my n*****s. He surrounded my n*****s with his fingers to rub.

He guided the head of his c**k to my c**t, rubbing it slowly, deliberately, letting it glide over the soft curls of my pubic hair. Then, with one hand still holding me close, he slipped the other between my thighs, his fingers seeking entrance.

But the moment he pressed against me, I flinched and cried out.

"Wait!" I gasped, my voice breaking. "I’m a virgin."

Everything stilled. His eyes widened. He scoffed and ran a hand through his hair, stepping away from me. “This is ridiculous,”

“You this poor-ass girl,” he snapped, his voice rising, laced with mockery and anger. “Why do you intend to stress me?”

I looked away

“You mean nobody has pierced your cherry? "And you’re in college?” he scoffed, pacing slightly, shaking his head. “What exactly are you saving it for, some fantasy? A fairy tale?” “I don’t care,” he muttered under his breath.

Then, without warning, he tried to push in.

A sharp, burning pain tore through me.

“Ah! Stop please!” I screamed “It hurts! Your c**k is huge and it is not helping matters”

Then he snapped, “You better get used to this.” He gripped my hips, still trying to push forward as if my fear, my discomfort, didn’t matter.

He tried again, pressing himself against me, but it was no use; it was just too hard to penetrate. Then, without warning, he shoved me aside, angrily, stood up, grabbed his boxers off the floor, and put them on. Then he snatched his top from the chair, threw it over his head, and headed straight for the door.

I felt ashamed lying naked on the bed. My eyes stung with unshed tears of regret, and every part of my body ached. Why is he also acting like he’s s*x-starved?

Like, that’s all this marriage is about?

And now, even my virginity, something I thought still had value, had made him furious. The area around my entrance burned faintly, a dull, throbbing reminder of what almost happened.

Was this what marriage was supposed to feel like?