Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
And so, he worked her body, driving her higher, sending her over the edge, hearing her scream and moan his name as he pushed her to her first orgasm. Before she had finished with the first waves of her release, he went back to teasing her clit, attempting to give her a second orgasm. He needed her slippery. Mikhail wanted her to enjoy this.
He was already the bully in her world. The monster. The asshole. He had to change all of that.
Galina was so sensitive, and her second orgasm took a lot longer than the first, but Mikhail didn’t mind. He loved the taste of her pussy and knew he’d be spending a lot of time between her thighs, sucking and licking at her cunt to get what he wanted.
When she did come, it was his name that spilled from her lips, and it was the most precious sound to him. He wanted to hear her scream his name on constant repeat.
Nudging her up the bed, he moved her against the pillow and then settled between her spread legs. The orgasms had achieved their goal in making her body melt against his. There was no resistance now. No tension.
He reached between them, sliding his cock through her slit, bumping against her clit. She was exactly how he wanted her to be, completely slick, soaking, and ready to take his cock. Holding his length, he moved down to her entrance.
Mikhail had never taken a virgin before. Galina would belong to him, only to him.
He slammed to the hilt, feeling the tearing of her virginity, as he finally fucked his wife. She let out a tiny whimper, and Mikhail had to look into her eyes, and that was when he saw the tears. Other than that one whimper, she didn’t make a sound. It was the single most horrible noise in the world, as far as he was concerned. He hated himself for hurting her.
In all the years he’d bullied her, not once had he ever seen the pain in her eyes. Galina always had fire. She never backed down. She was always willing to fight him, but this was different, and he fucking hated it.
He placed his hands either side of her head, staring down at her. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“It’s fine.”
“No, it’s not fine.” He saw the trail of her tear as it fell down her face and he wrapped his arms around her.
Mikhail held on tight, knowing he was giving her his full body weight, but he had to hold her to allow the pain to pass.
Galina was now his. There was no way anyone was going to take her away from him. No challenge, nothing.
Vik had come to the wedding, even though he had told him to stay fucking clear of it. Mikhail had a feeling if he didn’t fuck Galina tonight, Vik was going to make a challenge for her hand. Doctors would be called, assessments, and Vik would have found a means to humiliate him.
Mikhail had intended to wait. Even though he wanted Galina all to himself, he’d been happy to wait for the right time, to allow her to get accustomed to him.
Vik had fucked with those plans, and now he had to bring everything forward. He knew Galina didn’t love him. He knew she had a certain disdain for him after all the years he’d bullied her. It was still their little secret.
Mikhail had a lot to make up for. This was going to be the start of it. He had every intention of telling Galina that she could make the first move. Even if it took a week, a month, even a year—he hoped it wasn’t a year, because he doubted he’d be able to last that long—she would be the one to decide. It was meant to be romantic, a sign, to show Galina he wasn’t that guy anymore.
Now, he was going to have to figure out how to win his bride. He wanted Galina to fall in love with him. After all, he’d been in love with her his whole life.
Chapter Seven
The moment she was married, that was it. There was no need for a chaperone, or even her old guard, nor was there any need for Peter. Galina got a final hug from her parents the morning after her marriage, and that was it, over.
She was a married woman now, free to make her own decisions. She had expected to return to Mikhail’s penthouse suite, but much to her surprise, he’d changed his mind and they were now going away on a small honeymoon.
It was only for a couple of days, and according to Peter, it was on Boris Belsky’s private island. So private, no one knew where it was, apart from Boris Belsky himself.
The trip started by plane, then car, then boat, and they finally arrived at a small dock, and Galina was in awe of the island. It was a large island, but she saw the house that had been built on it.