Assassin [18+]

For purity

§Morgana Acampora§

After wrapping up my little talk with Zadra, he left and I changed into another dress. A white one to keep the bride theme; I guess that's why he sent me one of that color.

At around midnight my parents said goodnight to us, my dad seemed more distant than usual and he even pulled his hand away when mother tried to grab it, you know, to show the faithful love.

"Sweetheart," he said standing up from the hideous sofa. "Why don't you show me your room?"

"Yeah, sure," I got up from the horrendous sofa and glanced at Zadra who was standing by the dining table.

I led my fiancé upstairs to my bedroom, when we walked in he wandered around with a judging look on his face. Especially when he looked at the erotic photographs above my bed which are of a naked me between shadows; you can't see my face though.

"Don't you like them?" I asked sitting on the bed.

"Where did you get them?"

"Pinterest," they are on Pinterest; the photographer who took them put them all over the internet.

Cassian put his glass down on my nightstand "You're beautiful, sweetheart," his knuckles caressed my right cheek as our eyes locked; I've seen that look one too many times. It's my cue to open my legs.

"Thank you, handsome," I tried standing up but he pushed me back to the bed. "Ouch, Cassian, you don't have to be so aggressive," once again, I tried sitting up but he pinned me down. "Cassian, what are you doing?" His face dipped into my neck as he kissed it, awfully.

"I want you, Morgana," he whispered gripping the skirt of my dress to pull it up.

"Cassian, you wouldn't want our first time to be like this. Would you?" I shook my head looking into his eyes as flashes from the past flooded my mind. "Please, Cassian," with all my strength, my hands fought his grip.

The man's hand made it inside my underwear, he touched me uncontrollably as if I was a shiny new toy for a careless toddler. In the end I gave up because if I screamed no one would come to my aid...They sold me to the highest bidder.

Cassian touched me for a few minutes until he came in his trousers, I felt him twitching against my thigh. As if his orgasmic moans against my neck weren't enough. He didn't hurt me, he barely knows what to do and is oblivious to the existence of the clitoris.

I'll have to keep my toys hidden if I want to cum being in this marriage.

"You're amazing," he breathed out against my neck. "I need some rest," the man stood up and left my room whistling. He really thinks I'm his property.