The whole tradition of bloody sheets had fucking infuriated me. The way the men looked at the evidence of her broken virginity, that was mine. All mine. I should have put a stop to it, but I played along, as was the rules.

I was a powerful man.

I’d been with a lot of women in my time. Fucked them and forgot them. I’d never known what it was like to have a virgin. Not just any virgin, my wife. Untouched by all other men. No one else would know how tight her cunt was, how sweet her mouth tasted, and how soft her body was next to mine. So very addictive. I couldn’t wait to feel her once again.

She continued to ignore my arousal until I finally snapped and placed her fingers around my dick. She froze, and I paused, staring into her eyes.

“You know what I want.”

Aurora shook her head.

With my hand covering hers, I made her work up and down my length. She nibbled on her lip as if this was the strangest thing she’d ever encountered but she didn’t stop and I liked that. I liked that she kept on going. The tip already leaked pre-cum, and I groaned. I closed my eyes for a split second, basking in the pleasure she evoked within me.

My balls were so fucking tight.

Letting go of her hand, I pressed mine against the wall, caging her in.

“Faster,” I said.

I was so close.

She worked my dick faster, and I stared into her eyes.

Her brown ones stared back at me with wonder as well as hunger. That’s right, baby. This is what you’re doing to me.

I couldn’t hold back my release, and as she continued to stroke me, my release spilled out, coating her stomach.

Even before my orgasm ebbed away, I gripped the back of her neck, slamming my lips down on hers as I finished my orgasm.

I wanted to be inside her, but this was second best.

Any anger I had slowly fell away.

I wouldn’t hurt Aurora.

She was my wife, and regardless of what she thought, I was going to protect her.

Chapter Eight

Aurora

In a matter of days, I’d gone from spending my time being bored, reading one book after another, to being escorted around by Slavik.

He’d killed my guard, and rather than hire another one, he kept me to himself.

I had no choice in the matter.

He had so many businesses. When we arrived at some, he kept me in the car. The doors locked. He even kept the windows down when it was really warm as if I was some kind of dog.

Each day, the anger kept on simmering inside me, waiting to explode.

The work never stopped. He was everywhere and nowhere. We ended up taking a private jet to travel to different cities. All of them under his rule. He kept watch over it all. He worked during the day and at night; there was no space.