Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
The club knew. Everyone knew. Her face was on fire for the embarrassment and there was nothing she could do about it. This was what she had to do, what she needed to do.
Gritting her teeth, she followed Colt, with Kim and Gabrielle by her side, as they were taken to a special suite. She had expected them to go to his place at least, but no, it had to be at the club.
The door was closed behind them, more cheers came through, and Rosalie stared at the bed. There was a single blanket, but that had been turned down. In its place was a single white sheet. Now it all made sense to her.
“You’ve got to show them,” Rosalie said.
“Yeah, I know.”
She lifted her head and she hated how raw that made her. “Who agreed to this?”
“This is your father’s request. He insisted you’re a virgin and he wanted proof that we consummated. He reckons you’re going to bleed.”
That bastard. How mortifying. This was why the clubs had stayed. Why it had been insisted their first night would be at the club. If they had gone to Colt’s or even her mother’s place, they could have come up with an elaborate plan to fool them.
Her father wanted this wedding consummated. Why had he offered to do that deal with her to protect her mother, if he knew this was going to happen?
To make you comply.
Daemon knew she’d fight. She wouldn’t want to consummate the wedding. This was his guarantee and if she didn’t do as he asked, then her mother would pay the price.
“Let’s get it over with,” she said.
“You don’t want any sweet talking? Nothing special or kind?”
“I don’t expect anything from you, so don’t pretend you’re going to offer it.” Tears filled her eyes. She had never had sex with anyone. Never gotten close to even being naked with a guy. A few kisses, and they hadn’t even included tongue.
“Then take your dress off,” Colt said. “I don’t want anything to interfere with what our audience wants.”
She couldn’t get it off. Asking Colt for help went against everything she hoped for.
“What’s the matter?” Colt asked. “Scared for the truth to finally come out?”
Rosalie moved toward him and presented her back. “Open it,” she said.
She couldn’t look at him. A virgin she may be, but she and Petal as a joke had sat and watched some porn late at night. It had grossed her out, but she had learned a few things.
Colt grabbed the dress and rather than release it, he tore it. She heard the fabric tear. The beautiful wedding dress her mother had chosen for her was gone. Not that she’d want a single memory of this day. The dress fell to the floor and she had on a single lace bra and a thong. She hated wearing them, but Kim had insisted.
Staring at the bed, she wanted to run and hide, but her mother’s face flashed through her mind. All the memories of the pain and fear each time Daemon arrived. Rosalie hadn’t been able to do anything about them. This was different. She could finally do something.
She knelt on the bed. There was no way she could face him, not doing this. She didn’t know if this was going to prove she was a virgin or not, but she didn’t care. Her first time, she wasn’t going to stare at a man she couldn’t stand.
Colt chuckled. “There’s no way you’re a virgin.”
Rosalie heard the sound of his zipper.
All she wanted to do was get this over with. To forget this ever happened. She moved a little more on the bed, making him do the same. She hoped this proved that she was a virgin. Over the years she’d read a few books, claiming that a woman bled on the first time. Some didn’t. She didn’t know what was going to happen.
The bed dipped. Staring at her hands on the bed, she tried not to think about what was going to happen.
He spread the cheeks of her ass and then, she felt the tip of his dick.
I can do this.
I can do this.
I can do this.
The mantra kept going inside her head. She felt tears in her eyes and was sick to her stomach.
He lined his cock and one of his hands went to her hips. She tried to take a deep breath, tried to be completely out of her mind, and as he thrust forward, Rosalie wasn’t prepared for the pain. She tried to keep her lips closed, tried to ignore it.
A scream fell from her lips as he slammed to the hilt within her.
****
A virgin. He couldn’t believe it.
Colt stared down at his cock, which was balls-deep inside her. The scream, the tightness of her cunt, and as he moved, he saw it—the blood on his dick. Shit. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. He’d done this. Daemon hadn’t been lying, neither had Rosalie. Instead, he’d been the one in the wrong. What the fuck did that even mean? Rosalie had dropped her head to her hands and he saw they were clenched.