I’ve been doing a good job of keeping the tears at bay, but this gets me. So does watching Desmier place the ring on the nightstand as if it means nothing.
“What are you going to do with it?”
“I will see that Viktor gets it back. Now get up and get on the bed.”
Oh my God, this is it. And there I was, feeling sad over my ring. He’s going to seal the savagery of the day by ripping away my innocence the same way he ruined my life. I never imagined my first time would be like this.
“No.” I shake my head and steel my spine. I can’t lose my shit now when I’ve been strong all day.
“Anastasia.” It’s the first time he’s said my name. I loathe that I like the way it sounds on his lips.
“No. I’m not getting in that bed with you.”
“If you don’t get on the fucking bed, I’ll throw you over my knee and spank your ass and pussy so hard you won’t be able to sit on anything for a month.”
My skin blazes. What the hell is wrong with this guy? Nobody has ever spoken to me like that, and I’ve never met anyone so rude and abrasive. I’ve never met anyone like him. Period.
I wish I could argue, but as with everything else, I know he’s serious. He’ll do exactly what he’s threatening. So, my options are: defy him and have him brutalize my body, or get on the bed and let him fuck me.Andbrutalize my body.
“Get. Up. Now.” His voice is harsher. It pierces through me, and I realize there are no options here besides following his orders.
So, I stand.
I stand with my body trembling and all my fears colliding in my mind. Shaky legs carry me to the bed, and I crawl onto it.
He moves the covers away so I can get under them, then he gets in next to me and switches off the light.
Engulfed by darkness, I can feel my heart pound inside my chest as I try to visualize how this will play out.
I don’t consent to this, so will he hold me down? Will he fight me? Will he beat me?
His heavy hand rests on the flat of my stomach, and I shudder.
“Go to sleep.” His mouth is at my ear, his hulking presence surrounding me. “I’m not going to hurt you any more today.”
A momentary blast of relief floods me, but I take note of what he said.
Hurt me any more?
What a bastard. And who could sleep in this situation?
Tonight is my wedding night, but the man I’m lying next to is not the one I was supposed to marry.
Desmier Volkova is the monster who stole me away.
ChapterEight
Anastasia
Bright light shines down on me.
It’s too bright, too powerful, too harsh.
I force my eyes open and find myself staring at Ehlga pulling open the curtains on the other side of the room.
It’s morning.Sunday morning.
I survived the night. I’m not sure when I actually fell asleep, but thank God I did and there were no nightmares. Maybe because I’m living in one.