“You’re soaked, Chloe. You’re always so wet when I fuck you. When are you going to admit that you want this, and me? When are you going to give in to the inevitable?”
“Shut up and fuck me,” I gasp.
He obliges, pounding strokes going so deep I scream and writhe. He’s going to come. I’m going to come. Orgasm is swirling between the pair of us, a force drawing us together in spite of the darkness keeping us apart.
I scream and cry out, I yell my fear, my desire. I shout to the world and to him as my wedding climax is ripped from my soft flesh, my ass pulsing and gripping his cock so tight that even he cannot resist the imperative to come.
The condom didn’t survive our rough tryst. As Darko comes, his seed shoots inside me, his body pressed hard against mine, his cock swelling inside me as his cum bathes the inside of my ass. This is perverse, fucked up, filthy. This is as far from the romance of a wedding as is possible.
He grunts as he pulls out, dropping down next to me on the bed on his back and we both lie there, spent from an intense round of sexual loathing.
As orgasm fades, I look over at him. “How long is this going to go on, Darko? How long are you going to fuck a wife you hate? How long are you going to keep me locked up here?”
He turns his head to look back at me. “I don’t hate you, Chloe. I never have.”
“That’s a fucking lie,” I hiss. “You hated me ever since I called you evil. You thought you could take me and fuck me and fuck my mind, and turn me into something so twisted I was able to kill and…”
“That is not on me,” he growls. “You did that of your own accord. You could have surrendered. You chose to kill before you did. What you did is no different than anything a hundred murderers have done before you. It was revenge killing. And your father would be proud.”
“No, he wouldn’t. He would hate me too. You’ve made me…”
“I’ve made you nothing,” he thunders, making my heart race. “I saved your life when I took you the first time, and again when I took you the second. For months I have done nothing but protect you, train you, try to break through that shell you wear like armor, but I’m starting to think you’re shell all the way to your core, Chloe. There’s no soft heart inside you.”
“No,” I agree, my voice shaking with rage. “My heart died with my father. There’s nothing for you to have, Darko. Nothing for you to claim.”
He reaches for me. I brace for pain. But he’s not going to hurt me again, he’s not going to give me that satisfaction. He pulls me from the bed and throws me into more familiar quarters.
I spend my wedding night in the cage, his cum dripping from my ass.
Chapter Sixteen
Chloe
I have a problem.
A bigger problem than the monster of a husband who holds me captive on this island. A bigger problem than the loss of all my assets, which have now been rolled into his holdings. I have a problem that is going to tear me apart. A problem I can’t hide much longer.
It has been at least two months, and I have not bled. Every day I pray for my period to start, but it never comes and in the end even I have to admit what I have been in denial about for a long time. Darko has noticed too. It was he who dragged me back to this medical bed where he first fucked me raw, where this mistake was made.
He brings a doctor in to take an ultrasound, but I don’t need to see the picture on the screen to know what has happened. I am pregnant. I have been so since before he asked me if I wanted to be. That one encounter before I started the birth control must have taken, and the pill he gave me failed to work.
“You’re three months along,” the doctor says. “Baby looks healthy.”
He looks at me as if he expects me to be happy about that. I can’t even begin to think about the abstract concept of a baby, which still feels so remote. I am in shock. Complete and utter denial. I cannot be pregnant. I took the pill. I took the fucking pill.
“Ma’am? Your baby is…”
“Get the fuck out of here.”
The doctor is an older man. He’s probably nice. He looks utterly shocked at my response. I sit up and point to the door. “Get the fuck out now!”
“Settle down, Chloe…” Darko tries to intervene, but even he can’t stop this. Not now. Some part of him is alive inside me. Something is growing. Someone is coming. And I have no choice in it.