She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip to stop herself from moaning.
“Tell me, Eliza, was your father correct about you?”
Her brows pull together. “About what?”
“Are you a virgin?”
Her lip trembles as she nods in response.
I groan at the idea that no other man has been inside of her. Normally, when I have sex, I always use a condom, but that doesn’t work if I want Eliza to give me an heir. The thought of her tight cunt wrapped so tightly around my cock with nothing between us makes me feel mixed emotions. I never like that kind of intimacy with women and yet I want it with her. “Good,” I rasp, my fingers moving faster and harder in and out of her as she gets wetter.
Her cheeks have flushed a deep red as she watches me with unconfined hatred and disgust. “You make me sick,” she spits, trying to writhe away from me.
“That’s a lie, and we both know it.” I add another finger inside of her and the squelching sounds her pussy makes are testament to the lie. “I can hear how wet you are for me. It’s fucking shameful.” My nostrils flare as I fuck her harder with my fingers. “You want me, despite everything I’ve done. Your horny virgin body can’t help but want to be fucked by me.”
Her teeth grind together as she glares at me, unable to do anything but lie there and take what I give her. The power I have over her is intoxicating, and I think I could get used to this.
“I know you’re mad that I killed your father, baby girl.” I move my lips close to her face and lick the tears still lingering on her cheeks, savoring her heartache. “But I can be your new daddy.”
Her eyes widen, but her pussy gets wetter. “What the fuck? That’s sick.”
I chuckle and pull back the sheets so I can have full access and view of her body. The gown she was wearing lays open and her panties are pushed to one side, giving me a tantalizing view of her glistening cunt.
Her eyes are no longer on my face but pinned to the length of my hard cock, dripping pre-cum onto the sheets.
“Do you like what you see?”
Her face turns furious as she shakes her head. “No, I hate you. Don’t put that thing near me.”
“I thought you understood the expectations I have for you as my wife?”
She shakes her head. “Everything has changed.”
I move so that I’m between her spread thighs and rub the head of my cock through her entrance, shuddering at the feel of her wetness and skin. “Nothing has changed. You are my wife, and this is your duty.” I slam my hips forward and bury myself to the hilt inside of her, loving the scream that tears from her throat.
I’m a monster and if she thinks there’s any reasoning with me, she’ll soon learn her mistake. Monsters have no morals and in time, she will understand.
7
ELIZA
The pain is unbearable as Adrik’s huge cock stretches through my virgin entrance. Inch after inch, stretching me apart as if the man is trying to tear me in half. A burning sensation making me feel like he’s tearing me apart from the inside out.
I scream again, wishing this was a nightmare I could wake up from. Thrashing, I try to pull on the restraints around my wrists so hard that they cut my skin. “Stop, please, don’t.” Shameful tears spring to my eyes and drip down my cheeks. I don’t want him to see me cry, but I can’t hold them back. It’s hard to believe that in a matter of a day, he has turned my life upside down so drastically.
Adrik stills inside of me, his unusual eyes searching mine. “You’re begging with a monster, Eliza. It’ll be easier for both of us if you just accept your fate.”
A searing pain claws around my throat, as I know how true that is. I knew it the moment we met. My nostrils flare, as I don’t want to make anything easier for this sick son of a bitch. “Fuck you,” I spit, rage overwhelming me.
He chuckles as he pulls his cock almost all the way out, making hope rise inside of me that he’s reconsidered and is about to stop. And then he slams back inside with the same brutal force. “No, I’m the one fucking you.” His jaw clenches. “You’re so fucking tight, Eliza.” I notice the way his body is racked with tension as he holds himself back.
If this is him holding himself back, then God help me when he unleashes his wrath. My body is flooded with pain and the burning sensation of him between my thighs is so intense I’ve felt nothing like it. It’s as if he’s trying to tear me apart.
I glance down at where our bodies are joined, noticing the blood on his cock. My stomach roils with sickness and I tense up more, the pain increasing as panic thrusts through me.
He grabs my thighs hard enough to leave bruises, forcing me to look him in the eyes. “If you relax, it won’t hurt as badly,” he says.
“Relax?” My voice sounds hysterical, but I can’t help it. “You’re fucking insane if you believe I can relax right now.”