Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 32429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
In fact, I chose my spot next to Xavier and I'm going to stand by him through everything we experience together. From now on, our hands will be joined in holy matrimony, and there will be no breaking us apart any longer. The ring he forced on my finger is a constant heavy reminder of what I've agreed to. There is no place for regret in my heart, because my body is so excited to finally belong to him fully.
There's also a secret I've been keeping. Something growing inside me that I haven't told Xavier about yet. But I know deep down it's true.
He finally succeeded.
The maid walks me to the chapel on the grounds of Xavier's expansive land. There are guards waiting outside, heavily armed and welcoming me with compliments and kind regards as I slowly open the doors leading into the chapel. The light filters into the room through the stained windows of the church. It looks beautiful, with red roses everywhere, combined with gothic, intricately carved black trellises.
It looks like a fairytale and I'm so elated to finally join a union with the man who I've always wanted to be with, no longer denying my feelings for him.
I feel Xavier's gaze on me as I slowly start walking down the aisle, his hungry gaze penetrating me as I take step after steps forward to my future, which still seems unreal to me. I approach him slowly as the wedding march plays in the background, someone playing on the organ in the back of the chapel. There is a minister waiting for us, and Xavier takes my hands in his, pulling back the veil that covers my face.
"You look like a vision," he whispers to me. ""I'm going to ruin you later."
With a heavy smirk, he kisses me on the cheek, not waiting for the minister to tell him it's okay. The man nearly chokes on his own spit, and quickly coughs to cover it up as he begins reading our vows.
I never thought my wedding would be like this - just me, the groom and his best man standing next to us, watching me passively as if he doesn't have an opinion of what's happening yet. And here I am, finally fully submitting to Xavier, my cruel godfather, who lavished me with expensive gifts once, and who will now become my husband... forever.
When the minister declares us man and wife, Xavier pulls me against him, kissing me so violently I flush with shame. But he doesn't stop. No, he continues his assault on me until Saul finally motions for the minister to follow him out of the room.
"I've always wanted you like this," Xavier grunts in the shell of my ear. "I've always wanted to ruin you in a pristine white wedding dress, and that's exactly what I'm going to do. Because we're not done yet, angel."
He forces me to lie down on the altar, where he begins his assault on my dress first. It ends up in ripped pieces of fabric, flying everywhere, the corset coming undone as he inspects my body for any kind of change. I almost think he's looking for a sign of my pregnancy. But I'm not showing yet.
He starts licking me at my center, my pussy falling open to his hungry mouth, which drinks out of me like a tap. He's so eager to get a taste of me, so eager to bury his tongue inside my folds and convince me I'm his once and for all, right here on the altar, with crosses and gods, angels and devils looking down on us.
This is not making love. It's too brutal for that, and Xavier assaults me with the full extent of his passion. I can take it all.
There's a certain freedom in giving into it and letting him have what he wants. But I'm afraid it's only there because I've shut up my voice of reason, locked it in a tiny box in the back of my mind, so it can never escape and remind me of everything I've done tonight.
This is the worst betrayal to my family I could possibly imagine. I know my parents will never forgive me, and neither will my little sister. But there's nothing for me to do. I followed my heart and my heart led me right into Xavier's lap.
I submit to him completely, allowing him to rip orgasm after orgasm from my willing body.
As he fucks me, he pulls a diamond collar out of his pocket.
It's so beautiful, I almost tear up at the sight of it, and as it clicks into place around my throat with a padlock and Xavier pockets the key, I know I'll never get it off again. I fully belong to him now. I've been marked as his and I'm owned by him now. I admitted it myself.