Indebted

Chapter Eight

5am

Light fills the room, I had not slept a wink listening to the cadence of his heart beat, the mild rise and fall of his built chest, his strong protective arms around my slim waist.

The fact that we were both naked made me feel somewhat abashed, my face burning red even more at the thought of him living in me until I could't walk. I played it over like a bad turning fork. Tears welled I shouldn't cry it's not like he hasn't treated me like a lady

I am meek and he is controlling me with no ropes, chains or curses. He had won without a curse, a shout, a yell. I was under a horrible spell but despite my lack of skill I wasn't ready to go down without a fight. Marriage is a life time commitment one I didn't want to share with him or anyone else but here am I getting married in less than two months.
I raise my head examining his lovely face the scar across his cheek made him look dangerous when he is relaxed in sleep. His mouth slightly parted, his dark hair a mess, I gaze a while before rolling off only to be pulled back on top his dark eyes opening sheepishly. I could feel his warm skin against mines, the dusting of his chest hairs tickling my chest.

"So you are ready for me to fuck you again" my mouth drops open at the brusque of his words. I shake my head

"I was just going downstairs to prepare breakfast for my husband to be" lies all lies.

He raised his eyebrows unconvinced, his hand moving down the small of my back, over my hip and between my thighs.
"I want to take you from behind roll over Emily" his voice exhilarating but still, I could feel his erection pressing against my stomach.

"Emily" my name rolling heavily off his tongue, his face hardens and I risk my pride which is surprisingly hard to do.

"Lessen the debt for each time you have sex with me before our wedding Nickolai" maybe then I could accumulate the money if it is of a smaller amount.

He flips me over on my back, his hand pressing my wirst in the mattress on either side of my head, his face stony, anger flaring brightly within the dark depths of his eyes.

"You should be saying my body is yours Nickolai to do as you please, show me how to submit, I want to submit to you, teach me how to be the prefect wife, lover and companion."
I swallowed hard ten slow glurps before my heart beats again

"But if you wish to be treated like a common whore Emily just say so"

He wasted no time with foreplay slamming himself into me. I felt full, tears taking me hostage me, and my damn big mouth.

He pulls out thrusting again, this is not sex it's punishment and it hurts.

"This is how I treat whores. Do you like it Emily?"

"No " I mumble "Please stop"

What's my damn safe word?

Violet

"Violet Nickolai" I sob as he picked up the pace, plunging harder, deeper almost violent. I am sore, his hand stopping the circulation of blood to my wirst.

"Safe word I am revoking your use of the safe word, you only deserve this." his voice mocking, his pace increasing he seems to grow bigger, longer inside me. Was such a thing even possible?
White spots blur my vision I was going to pass out nodding my head.

"Please Sir stop. I am your fiancee and soon to be your wife, my body belongs to you now please violet"

He pulls out rolling off of me his body tight stretched, I guess he wasn't enjoying his barbaric behaviour no more than I did.

"Go make us some breakfast Emily"

He didn't have to tell me twice dragging the duvet off the bed, wrapping it around me, padding quickly down the corridor. Ms Kent hasn't awoken as yet I should check on my mother but I can't face her not right now leaning against the kitchen wall. I try to breath, my core thumping with pain and with a hint of pleasure.
Angry, mortified, exhausted and disgraced. Disgraced by my statement, mortified by the way he handled me. It's my own damn fault of course, Nickolai Casarro is out of my league more than that he is dangerous, the hardness in his eyes and his violent thrust.