Book 2:The Virgin’s Wedding Night Debt

"ROXY"

My back hit the wall of the honeymoon suite so hard the expensive art rattled.

Damian’s mouth was on mine, hungry and desperate, his hands shoving my wedding dress up around my hips before I could even catch my breath.

The heavy door had barely clicked shut behind us when he pinned me there, grinding his hard cock against my lace-covered pussy like a man who’d been starving for me all day.

“Fuck, Roxy,” he groaned against my lips. “You looked so perfect walking down that aisle. All mine.”

I moaned into his kiss, my fingers tangled in his dark hair. This was it. My wedding night. Twenty-two years of saving myself, of blushing through dirty jokes and clenching my thighs at the thought of him finally taking me.

My body was already on fire, slick and aching between my legs.

Then he pulled back, breathing hard, eyes shadowed with something I didn’t like.

“Baby,” he said, voice rough. “There’s something I have to tell you.”

I laughed breathlessly, trying to pull him back down. “Whatever it is, tell me after you fuck me.”

He didn’t smile. His hands stayed on my thighs, holding my dress bunched up, but his grip tightened.

“I owe a debt. A massive one. The kind that could destroy us before we even start.”

My stomach dropped. “Damian…”

The knock came before he could finish. Three sharp raps that made my skin prickle. Damian closed his eyes for a second, then stepped back and opened the door.

Ace, Flynn, and Alaric walked in like they owned the suite.

Ace came first—tall, tattooed sleeves disappearing under his rolled shirtsleeves, that dangerous smirk already in place. Flynn followed, broad and quiet, eyes dragging over my exposed thighs like he was measuring me up. Alaric last, sharp suit, sharper smile, the kind of man who could ruin you with a look.

“Evening, Mrs. Romanov,” Ace drawled, shutting the door behind them. “Nice dress. Shame it’s about to come off.”

I yanked the lace down quickly, heart slamming against my ribs. “What the fuck is this?”

Damian rubbed the back of his neck, looking sick. “They covered the debt, Roxy. All of it. Gambling shit I thought I had under control. This… this is how they want to be paid.”

Alaric circled me slowly, eyes gleaming. “Your husband offered your cunt as collateral, sweetheart. One night. All three of us. You spread those pretty legs and let us break you in, and the debt disappears.”

My knees nearly buckled. I stared at Damian, betrayal burning hot in my chest even as shameful heat flooded between my thighs. “You offered me? On our wedding night?”

“He did,” Flynn said quietly, stepping closer. His big hand brushed my arm, sending sparks across my skin. “And from the way your nipples are poking through that dress, part of you isn’t completely horrified.”

I wanted to slap him. I wanted to run. But my body was a traitor pulse racing, pussy already throbbing, a fresh rush of wetness soaking my panties.

These were Damian’s closest friends. Men I’d sat across from at dinners, laughed with, secretly noticed the way they looked at me when they thought no one was watching.

Ace moved in behind me, pressing against my back. His breath was hot on my neck as one hand boldly cupped my breast through the lace. “Relax, little virgin. We’re going to be thorough. But we’ll make sure you cum screaming before the night’s over.”

I whimpered as he pinched my nipple, the sharp pleasure cutting through the panic. Damian watched from a few feet away, jaw tight, cock visibly straining in his trousers. He didn’t stop them.

Alaric dropped to his knees in front of me, pushing my dress up again.

“Let’s see what we’re working with.” His fingers hooked into my panties and dragged them down my legs slowly. Cool air hit my soaked pussy and I shivered.

“Fuck me,” Alaric breathed, staring at my bare, glistening folds. “Shaved smooth just for your wedding night. And dripping already. Damian, you lucky bastard.”

Flynn’s hand slid between my thighs from the side, two thick fingers parting my slick lips. He rubbed my clit in slow circles and my legs trembled. A broken moan slipped out before I could stop it.

“Please…” I whispered, not even sure what I was begging for.

Ace chuckled darkly against my ear. “Please what, princess? Please stop? Or please make that pussy feel good?”

I couldn’t answer. Alaric leaned in and dragged his tongue straight up my slit, tasting me.

My hips jerked hard. Flynn kept rubbing my clit while Alaric licked deeper, fucking me with his tongue like he’d been dying to do it for months.

The wet, obscene sounds filled the luxurious suite.

Damian finally moved closer, eyes locked on where his friends were devouring his new wife.

“Just one night, Roxy. Let them have you. Then you’re mine again.”

Ace bit my neck, grinding his hard cock against my ass. “Hear that? One night to turn you into our perfect little cumslut.”

They moved me to the bed without asking. My wedding dress was torn open at the front, breasts spilling free as they laid me on my back.

Three pairs of hands explored me—squeezing, pinching, stroking. Mouths on my tits, sucking hard enough to leave marks.

Fingers plunging into my virgin cunt, stretching me, curling against that spot that made me see stars.

I was crying and moaning at the same time, shame twisting with pleasure so intense I couldn’t think straight.

Alaric positioned himself between my spread thighs, thick cock in his fist, rubbing the fat head up and down my dripping entrance. “Time to pay up, Mrs. Romanov.”

He pushed forward.

The stretch burned beautifully as he sank the first few inches inside me. I gasped, back arching off the bed.

Ace and Flynn held my legs wider, watching every inch disappear into my tight pussy.

“Goddamn, she’s strangling me,” Alaric groaned, eyes rolling back. “So fucking innocent and wet.”

He started thrusting—slow at first, then deeper, claiming more of me with every stroke.

My moans grew louder, uncontrollable. Flynn leaned down and kissed me filthy while Ace sucked on my tits.

Damian watched it all, stroking himself slowly, eyes burning with dark hunger.

This was my wedding night. My innocence being ripped away by three men while my husband watched. And the worst part?

I was going to cum harder than I ever had in my life.