Chapter 5 Wife's Duty

• I ceased to breathe. For some stupid reason, tears pricked the back of my eyes like needles. I knew this marriage was a farce so why did I feel so small at his declaration?
• "You're a fucking nobody!" He yelled, positively passed now.
• The sadness I had felt just a second ago swiftly fled and its place was paralysing fear. Dimitri Boris was a big man; he could easily choke the life out of me with his bare hands.
• Move! My brain implored. Run! Do something, damn it!
• That kicked me into action. I tried to move, to escape but he was too fast. He grabbed my ankle, impeding my movements.
• “You're not her and you know what? You'll never be her!”
• “Sir, please!” I begged, the tears flowing freely now at the ire in his voice.
• Inhaling sharply, he slammed his hands down on the bedding, right beside my face.
• The sudden violent outburst had me sobbing and shaking violently. I could feel the heat radiating from his exposed chest before slowing creeping up on top of me.
• My eyes widened in alarm. “Sir, no, don’t-”
• “Shh, don’t resist me.” He whispered, setllimg his weight over me and making sure I was completely trapped. Some feminine part of me, buried deep within, rejoiced at how perfectly we fit against each other. His knee came up between my thighs and pressed down slowly, sending sparks of pleasure straight to my core.
• A tear streaked down my cheek even as I gasped at the sensations I was feeling. I feared he might do something regrettable when he leaned down, fishing the sheets almost if to rein himself in.
• His lips brushed over my neck ever so softly and unbidden, a sigh flew past my lips. I didn't dare open my eyes, didn't dare ruin this by gazing into this cold bastard's eyes.
• This wasn't how I had imagined my first time. It was supposed to be a reverent act, something I shared with the love of my life, not my fake husband who hated my guts and was currently inebriated.
• "And you know the worst part of it?" He continued. His breath tickled the skin of my neck as he spoke.
• "You..." His fingers found my neck.
• "Are..." He squeezed, just enough for my eyes to snap open.
• "You are so much better than her."
• My surprise must have been written all over my face because he chuckled, the sound sinful in the privacy of our bedroom.
• "Your hair, every beautiful inch of it." He grabbed a fistful of my hair, rubbing it in almost wonder before his eyes dropped to my face once more.
• This time, he scowled and I fought the urge to fold into myself at the intensity of that glare directed at me.
• "That damn mole." He muttered while rubbing at my fake mole. "The innocence that rolls off of you in waves. You're everything I desire, Beautiful."
• I didn't know if he was lying of if the alcohol was doing the talking. That didn't stop my body from blooming at his praise. My nipples puckered almost painfully, my core slackening. I couldn't understand why I was having such a visceral reaction to this man.
• Why him?
• Tentatively, I reached up to caress the soft line of his jaw.
• "Sir, are you alright?" He responded by pressing his forehead against mine, those hauntingly beautiful eyes still on me.
• "You're not her, Lilliana," was his fervent whisper. "You will never be her. You're mine."
• I knew I wasn't Emerald and honestly, the thought of becoming the other woman wasn't in the least desirable.
• "I'm not her," I snapped out, suddenly annoyed that he'd think to even bring her up in this tender moment we were sharing.
• His grip tightened, almost like punishment for my tone.
• "Careful, Beautiful. I don't condone disrespect." He warned.
• When I just glared back at him, letting him see the spark of defiance that lurked in me, he smirked.
• "Such spirit," the words were whispered against my neck, immediately followed by a lick of my flesh.
• "Oh...my..." I whimpered as he bit down on my tendon before soothing the skin with an open-mouthed kiss.
• Suddenly, his hands were everywhere. Palming my breast. Gripping my hips. Skimming my skin. It was too much. It wasn't enough.
• "Dimtri!" His name came out on a high keen.
• "Love hearing you say my name." His hands drifted lower, lower, right between my legs...
• The first stroke of his thumb against my core was like a shot of adrenaline to my bloodstream. My back arched off the bed, sensation blossoming all through my bed.
• Dimitri watched as I squirmed, a satisfied smile stretching his full lips. He stroked, played, fondled my clit through my panties which was getting soaked by the minute.
• "This pretty pussy wet for me, Darling?" He mocked, never once stalling his ministrations.
• I couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't do anything but mewl.
• "Yeah, I'm sure that's all for me. Wanna know how I know?" He leaned down and bated his teeth against my cheek in an almost animalistic grin.
• "Answer or I stop, Darling." He threatened.
• The thought of him ceasing what he was doing to my body was too much to bear.
• "Yes!" I burst out desperately. "It's all for you!"
• "Good girl." Came the satisfied murmur right before he gripped the lace of my patience and pulled. The flimsy material gave way and the cool breeze of the night hit my wet core, causing me to gasp.
• "Fuck, this virgin pussy feels so good. You're gonna let me have it?" He played me better than a fiddle and I just knew I would never be the same. My body already craved him like a drug. With just a touch, he had turned me into an addict.
• "Please, don't stop." I couldn't recognize the wanton woman who was writhing and begging for more pleasure. Maybe when this was over, I'd have the decency to be embarrassed. Right now, I was too focused on pursuing pleasure.
• "You're so pretty when you beg," the blunt tips of his fingers skimmed my netherlips before dipping in and rubbing. The ache between my legs ramped up to a thousand. "Such a whore. I knew you'd be like this, Lilliana. Knew you were gonna make my dick so fucking hard."
• Jesus. Was it normal to like the filth spewing forth from his lips? To crave it? I grew only wetter, Arching into his touch.
• My nipples ached, begging for some sort of stimulation as they chafed against the material of my dress. I'd give a million dollars to have him suck on them.
• As if reading my mind, he tugged down the tops of my dress, baring my breasts which were almost spilling out my bra.
• "Sexy," he crooned. "Every part of you."
• I watched, almost in slow motion as his head dipped, his tongue latching onto my hardened nip through the bra and drawing it into the warm recesses of his mouth.
• "Oh, God!" I whimpered while he continued to lave and lick and basically drive me out of my mind. His hands never ceased their torture on my sensitive nub.
• I could feel how wet I'd become, the insides of my thighs were soaked with evidence of my arousal.
• "You're ready for me, Beautiful." He hummed and sadly, withdrew his hand. I cried out at the loss but was rewarded by him pulling his shirt off and attacking his buckle. I couldn't stop staring at his body.
• And what a body it was. Broad chest, narrow waist, that deep V, any inch of him rippled with muscle like a sleek panther preparing to pounce.
• Dimitri finally wrestled free of the restrains of his clothing and just like that, his cock was stating me in the face.
• I wasn't an expert in the male anatomy but even to my untrained eye, I could tell he was bigger than average. A trickle of fear raced through me as I wondered how I was going to make that monster fit inside me.
• What are you doing?! You're about to have sex with fake husband!
• Before I could second-guess everything that had happened in the past minutes, Dimitri was already shoving my legs wider apart, settled between them and notched his cock right at my opening...
• "I'm sorry, Beautiful." He looked remorseful while gazing down at me. Confused, I tried to figure out what he was apologizing for, when he thrust...
• And pain bloomed through me.
• "Dimitri!" I sobbed out his name, clawing at his chest but he remained still, pressing kisses to my face and Muttering soothing words.
• "It's over, Sweetheart. Shh. You're okay. You're okay."
• As quickly as it came, the pain was gone, leaving in its wake a pleasure that was more intense than what I'd experienced when he had been playing with my body.
• "I'm going to move now." He warned through clenched teeth. He withdrew and thrust again and I garbled out a whimper.
• Too much... I was bursting from sensation. I didn't know sex would feel like this. Like every nerve end was alight, awash in pleasure. I get why people wanted to do this all the time.
• Dimitri set a punishing rhythm, pounding into me, the sound of skin slapping against skin loud and lewd in the room. I let desire take control as I lifted my hips to meet his every thrust, tugging at his hair, touching every inch of his hot skin I could reach.
• "You're so tight." He growled, sweat sticking his brow while his hips worked furiously. " I'm going to fill every inch of this pretty pink pussy with my cum. You're going to be so full of me, Beautiful. Just you wait."
• The idea of him marking me with his seed was enough to have me trusting my chest out like a hussy. Taking what I offered, he latched unto my nipple just as he rubbed my clit and slammed into me.
• That was all it took to set me off like a firework. I bowed off the bed with a scream of his name, my legs quaking, my release hitting me as hard as a train. I felt like I was soaring as my pussy convulsed around his cock.
• "Dimitri!" I sobbed over and over again, clinging unto the man who had brought me so much pleasure. I didn't know how long my orgasm lasted. When I finally came down from the high, Dimitri growled with a desperate thrust and spent inside me.
• My fake husband, the man who had forced me into this glided cage, grabbed my throat and snarled down at me:
• “You are going to become the woman Emerald couldn’t be!"