Your greatest mistake

chapter 3

We sit in the back of the limo on opposite sides, not even looking at each other. The car ride is long and very awkward but eventually we get to our new house.

Fuck, I hate how big my family home is, but this one looks like they kicked a royal family out of here! It is a fucking palace! My stomach turns and I know these people are the biggest money I have ever known. These people would loan money to countries, hell they probably own countries. This is making me even more uneasy.

We pull up and our doors open. From the look on Lorelie's face she is seeing this for the first time too, and I think she is feeling the same intimidating feeling I am. That gives me the feeling this house is a show to everyone about this union.

I hold my hand out, giving her a smile, hoping it eases her as much as I hope it will ease me. She takes it with a weak smile in return.

It's the slightest of touches but I feel the electricity surge through us. She gives me a look that gives nothing away.

Argus opens the back door for us. We walk up the grand stone stairs to the massive, heavy wooden double doors. In the entrance, it is open with very minimal but elegant furnishings around the edges of the room and very expensive original paintings on the walls.

An older woman greets us, perfectly pressed and with a tight, grey high bun on her head. She bows and without word, turns, ushering us through the house straight to our room. Once in the massive room that could fit an entire four-by-four house in it, the lady that I believe runs the household gives us the rundown of facilities and her instructions from Lorelie's father for us to have our dinner brought up and us not to be disturbed.

From this point on, the employees here are to be only visible to us when asked specifically and there it is. This isn't our house, it is our prison. These employees are her father's and he controls everything, even us being locked in our room to consummate our marriage and give him an even bigger family no doubt.

Once the doors are closed and we are alone Lorelie begins to quietly undress. I turn around to give her privacy.

"Does my body displease you that much?" she quietly asks.

"What? No, we have only just met. I thought you would be more comfortable if we got to know each other first."

"We don't have that kind of luxury. Our families want a child from this union so that doesn't give us much time for modesty and idle chit chat." I turn to look at her, realizing she is just as trapped as I am.

My breath hitches a little when I see her standing there sexy as sin in a pure white lingerie set and her white, satin after-party dress pooled at her feet.

"Honestly I'm a man. I have a gorgeous woman half naked in front of me. I would gladly do my part with great ease, but my concern is with you," I tell her honestly.

"You're nothing like I had imagined you would be."

"That makes two of us then."

"I imagined the big, gun toting mad man with a blood fetish like all the other men my father deals with."

I let a light laugh escape me. "You might not have been far off that assumption."

She walks over to me, gliding across our bedroom floor in sexy pearl heels with perfect grace. Her hips sway seductively as her ass moves to taunt me with its perfect firmness. Her hourglass figure is framed by a delicate white lace corset displaying her large, full breasts deliciously. Her legs are caged by white patterned stockings held up by a garter belt that I would love nothing more than to fuck her in while I tear the rest from her perfect body.