Bound to the False Bride

Chapter 5

He pulls away looking at me under his lashes, his hands still inside me. That lazy gaze locked on mine as his tongue dragged over my neck. A moan tore out of me before I could stop it. Mortified, I clamped a hand over my mouth to stifle it. Emboldened, Silas began a slow sensuous tour of my body.

He cupped one of my breasts and roughly tugged my n****e while massaging the other, then ran one hand from my torso to bare p***y. He rubbed my c**t harshly before pulling his soaked fingers free and sliding them into his mouth. The sight of him tasting my arousal sent him to overdrive, causing him to want more. Something dark and hungry flashing across his face.

A wicked thought flashed in his mind. He smirked wickedly as he pulled away completely, moving towards the edge of the bed.

I thought the disgraceful ordeal was over but Silas still had a lot in store for me. I was about to heave a sigh of relief when he yanked me to the edge of the bed, forcing me to face him, head tilted up. He pinched my nose shut causing my mouth to open on instinct. He squatted slightly to get the right alignment, then shoved his briefs down as he lined his thick, hard c**k against my lips before pushing it straight into my mouth. The second he released my nose, my mouth closed around his ragging d**k.

The sudden intrusion made me gag hard but Silas didn't care.He began to rock his hips slowly at first, sliding in and out of my mouth before increasing his tempo. Watching his d**k disappear in my mouth had a profound effect on him.

“That's it! suck my d**k b***h, just like that. Oh s**t” he groaned, low and rough, fisting my hair without mercy. He pulled out until only the head remained, slammed back in, forcing himself deeper. I gagged again, spit and saliva gushing down his shaft, as he hit the back my throat. Moaning out long and hard, as he came. Thick ropes of c*m flooded my mouth.

He held still for a moment, watching me with that same satisfied, cruel look. He watched her in her erotic torture.

Spit and his release dripping from my lips, my eyes burning with hatred.

My vision swam. My teeth jittery. My body betrayed me - my c**t throbbed, my p***y still wet and aching. I wanted him to stop. I also want him to f**k me hard, deeply without mercy.

My c**k throbbed so hard it nearly ripped open. I want to f**k her, Hard. Deep. Without mercy.

But my wolf growled in my head. Not as a warning for her but to me. ‘Don't rush this. Don't break her’. My fists clenched at my sides. I was fighting every instinct. Every urge not to slam into her the way I just used her mouth.

Her eyes were spat fire and pure hatred even as her mouth drippied with spit and his c*m mixed together but his acute senses can still smell my arousal. He smirked.

“Interesting, you're way better than I fantasized” he murmured. My throat worked as I swallowed his load. The second he pulled out completely, I lunged at him.

“How dare you degrade me like this, Am I a sick joke to you huh?” I demanded trembling with rage. “oh please spare me, your reputation precedes you and we both know that you enjoyed it so stop with the drama, Marlow” he dismissed coldly. “Don't forget your place in this arrangement. Now stay back and enjoy”. The growled order left no room for arguments.

I cussed my parents a million times in my head for putting me in this situation. There was no escape route. I'm no match for Silas. Sighing, I lay back down. “Come get it over and done with, Alpha”. I taunted refusing to him see how much he had gotten to me. Praying secretly that he wouldn't resort to real violence.

Watching the fight drain from her body, he smiled in triumph and climbed onto the bed, spreading my legs wide. Straddling me, he used one hand to open up my p***y lips, slipping his middle finger into my wet slit. He fingered me for a moment before rubbing the swollen head of his d**k over my entrance, coating himself in my slickness.

He pushed into my wet p***y, groaning as he stretched my p***y walls. When he felt the barrier of my hymen, he pulled back until only the tip remained inside me. Then charge forward forcefully. Tearing through. My screams only seems to spur him on.

He began to f*****g me in earnest, twisting his hips, hitting every sensitive spots inside me. My p***y clenched around him second skin, tight and slippery from the earlier force. Pulling him in. Each thrust shook my body, my boobs bounced hard. I could feel my walls twitching, wet sounds of skin slapping against each other filled the room.

He thrusts harder, faster, then he slowed, taking long, deep, slow strokes that kept him buried inside me. In an unwanted haze of pleasure, I grabbed his hips. Matching him stroke for stroke. Moaning without care. Pulling him deeper. My p***y milked him with every thrust, he quickened his pace, close again. He squeezed my ass cheeks hard. Then suddenly rammed himself to the hilt and exploded. His c**k spasmed and jerked, flooding me with thick, warm c*m.

He glanced down at me, my body still trembled from the aftershocks. Breath heavy. His wolf practically whistles in satisfaction. For a moment, something soft flickered in his eyes then the thought of my parents and Genevieve hardened his expression again.

No softening because of s*x. From nowhere, he stretched his legs and pushed me off the bed. “Clean up, Marlow”. He got up, dressed and left without looking back. Outside, I heard him order a Palace maid to clean the suite, specifically the sheets stained with the blood of my innocence before he headed to the study.

I Lay on the floor, completely speechless. The earlier scenes played in my mind and disgust flooded me. I winced, mortified even. I couldn't believe my own reaction, the trembles and squeals when he was fondled my breasts earlier, the humiliation, the raw burning need. Gosh…. The way he had pounded into my wet slit with both tongue and c**k had lit up every erogenous zone in my inexperienced body.

Forced pleasure. And the most insane part, I f*****g loved it.

After the meltdown, after calling myself every ugly name I could think of, I stopped. On the other hand, couldn't belive someone can actually feel the sensations I'd only read about in some of those books hidden in the attic. And honestly, they're not so bad either. No wonder so many people got trapped by s*x.

“Well since I wase getting out of this arrangement anytime soon, I might as well enjoy the s*x while it lasts”. I thought. With that, I gingerly pulled myself up, wincing at the deep soreness between my legs.

A large gush of sticky c*m and blood slid down my thighs as I walked. I made it to the ensuite bathroom, stripped and showered, already planning to burn that horrendous gown. Unaware that professionals were already stripping the room I had just left, treating every trace of me like a a stain to be erased.

Towel clad, I wandered back into the bedroom and froze. Every piece of furniture has been replaced. The sterility of it stung, but I pushed the feeling aside reminding myself why I was here.

At the wardrobe, my things were neatly arranged. An almost mocking contrast to his side filled with monotone colors.

I grabbed a tank top and joggers, slipped into bed the minute I'm dressed and let the exhaustion of the day finally drag me under. . The events of the day luring me in as exhaustion.