Rage & Ruin | 18+

18 | Ready for everything

The maids gently pushed her down onto a chair that had been placed there, as if this was all part of some twisted wedding ritual. Her knees knocked together, the tremors in her legs echoing the fear that pounded in her chest. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, but it was like trying to hold back a storm with a single hand.

And then he entered, his footsteps heavy on the wooden floor, his presence a palpable force that seemed to suck the air out of the room. Daphne's heart rammed inside her chest, a painful reminder of the beast she had married. She forced herself to look up, to meet his eyes, and she saw the hunger in them, the anticipation of what was to come.

He pulled her towards him, her chest colliding with his, the fabric of their clothes doing little to shield her from the heat of his body. His hands found her waist, his fingers digging into her flesh as he held her in place. Daphne's breath hitched, a silent plea for mercy that went unanswered. She could feel his heart beating, a steady drum of malice that matched the tempo of her own racing pulse.

His thumbs traced circles around the waistband of her pants, a promise of what was to come. "So, you're ready for everything," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. "Everything it takes to win back your precious college?"

Daphne nodded again, her voice a barely audible whisper. "Y_yes."

Alaric's hand moved from her waist to her chest, his thumb brushing against the fabric that barely covered her nipple. She felt the heat of his palm through the flimsy material, and she shivered, her body reacting against her will. "So you're ready for everything, hmm?" His voice was a purr, a low, dark sound that sent shivers down her spine.

Daphne swallowed hard, her voice trembling as she replied, "Y...yes." He smirked at her, the corners of his lips curling up in a predatory smile. His hand squeezed her breast, the pressure increasing until she gasped. "You're sure?"

Her eyes searched his, desperation clinging to every word. "I'll do anything," she whispered, her voice barely audible. His hand moved to her neck, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw, his grip firm but not painful. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "Then prove it," he murmured, his voice a seductive caress that sent a shiver down her spine.

The room grew hotter, the air thick with anticipation and fear. Daphne felt his hand slide down her body, his fingers tracing the curves of her hip before coming to rest on the zipper of her gown. He pulled it down, the fabric parting like a river around her waist. The gown pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but the scrap of lace that passed for underwear.

Alaric stepped back, his eyes raking over her exposed flesh with a hunger that made her want to scream. He took his time, savoring the sight of her humiliation, his gaze lingering on every inch of her trembling body. Daphne forced herself to stand tall, her chin up, her eyes on the fireplace. She would not give him the satisfaction of seeing her crumble.

"Very well," he said, his voice a low rumble of victory. "Let us proceed with the evening's... entertainment." He gestured to the maids, who approached with a tray of oils and scented candles. They placed it on the nightstand with quiet efficiency, avoiding her eyes.

Daphne's stomach clenched as she watched the candles being lit, their flickering flames casting a warm glow over the room. The scent of jasmine filled the air, a sweetness that only served to make her nauseous. She knew what was coming next, and she had to find a way to endure it, to play her part.

The maids moved outside , leaving her standing in the middle of the room, exposed and vulnerable. Alaric's eyes never left hers as he stepped closer, his hand reaching for one of the candles. He held it up, the flame dancing in his eyes as he looked her over. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with lust