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ern was making babies. I gulped hard because it felt like a threa

tepmother watched me closely from the stairs as a satisfied smile tugged at her lips-she had won. As we entered th

ock. A large beautiful building was in front of me, draped in hyacinths and had a water foun

ind me. My new home. I would have to adapt to a new lif

like any I had seen. Then it dawned on me. I would have to spend the night with him as my husband.

tired from everything," he said with

h for me to think. I quickly took off the heavy wedding dress, freeing myself. I poured cold water on my body and it made me feel a bit relieved. When I was done, my eyes searched the bathroom and my gaze fell on a night dr

s fixed on his body as I observed his muscular and firm figure. A lion head tattoo plastered on hi

est thumped even louder. The way he said little bunny this time was more intense and s

d the floor to open and take me. I sat, not saying a word. His

d, lifting my fingers. "How

om excessive punishment and work from my stepmother. But why

s. I was confused. He was supposed to be a monster. But the way he touched me-was he just

His fingers found their way to my thighs as he caressed them softly

tter and more intense than earlier. I still wanted more. He deepened the kiss, sw

tand his obsession with my perfume. He sniffed my neck, inhaling more of it as his fingers

rushed his thumb against my nipple. A soft moan escaped

my palms off. He wasn't joking whe

d he stopped, releas

his voice broke through the small sil

ted it or not? On the other hand, my stepmother's voice rang in my head. "Offer yours

ark in his eyes ignite. It felt like my words unleashed an inner demon.

nd him as his hands caressed every part of my body. I could feel my night wear leaving my body as I s

e you done this before?" He whispered into my ears

e ask? Didn't he already know what he

ed cold. The spark in his eyes di

y from me, creating a

and another, he didn't even want to spare me a glance. He sounded cold and d

thout hesitation, he rolled to the other part of the bed, far away from

y something but it was all the same. I rolled on the bed, each time, in a different position. What if he tells

y around his wide back. Each of them, a different shape and different story

hape. The angle. I could swear I'd seen th