Hunted By The Past

OLIVIA

‘'Fuck me! Harder… harder, Galen!’' Cursed grunts and broken gasps filled the hallway. 

I stood against the door as I listened.

‘'Please… deeper.’' A feminine voice cried out. 

My brows furrowed. 

What's going on?

I had only just finished my bridal makeup. My wedding dress was waiting for me inside my room and I had very little time to waste around. The moans and screams of pleasure became louder and intense. 

I barged in. 

The scene in front of me was enough to bring me a heart attack. In our own matrimonial bed, was none other than Galen, entangled in the sheets with a naked woman. His cock plunged into her pussy as her legs were shamelessly wrapped around his waist. 

"Olivia," Galen grunted with an eyeroll, barely moving a muscle. His eyes connected with mine as a satisfactory look was plastered on his face. 

"We're getting married in an hour, you bastard!" I shouted, my fists clenched as I walked towards them. 

The woman under him buried her face in his chest shyly, yet continued grinding against his dick inside her pussy.

"Olivia." Galen yelled. "Do you mind?" He grunted as he shooed me away with his fingers. He laughed shortly before turning back to her. He began fucking into her even more. 

The plopping sound of his balls slapping against her skin while his cock was thrust into her pussy was enough to make me die. His fingers went around her throat as he held her in place. His other hand gripped her hip as he controlled her movements. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she began to scream yet again. 

'‘I'm gonna cum. I'm going to cum. Oh. My. God, I'm going to cum!'’ she cried out as her legs began to shake helplessly and her toes curled without being controlled. 

Galen looked back at me, a smile on his face. 

With my fists clenched to my sides, I walked out of the room, trying to cover my ears but failing miserably. 

Outside the bedroom door was one of the wedding planners, trying to listen in. I stared at her, then jolted towards my room. 

My face was red with fury. 

How could he do this to me? On the day of our wedding…? 

My husband-to-be had his dick buried in another woman’s vagina, one hour before we walked down the aisle…?

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GALEN

I straightened my suit, as I stared at myself in the mirror, seemingly satisfied. 

"Can't I convince you to stay?" Amy sneaked her hands around me, cupping my cock as she smiled and kissed my neck.

"I'm getting married right now." I let out, as I chuckled. 

"I know. I know. How about tonight.?" 

I thought about it for a second before turning back to her. 

"There's going to be a charity gala after the wedding. I can't get out of that." I responded, "Maybe a week from now, if my insufferable wife-to-be doesn't become a headache." We both laughed as I adjusted my pants and walked out of the room. 

I left her covered in a pile of sheets, naked, underneath showing me what I was missing. A satisfactory smile plastered on my face as I walked down the hallway towards Olivia's bedroom. I pushed it open, to find her seated on the bed, adorned in a white wedding gown and putting on her last earring. 

"Can't you fucking knock?" Olivia bellowed, and then she got up. 

"It's my house, remember?"

"And it's my room." she countered, as she rolled her eyes. 

"What’s gotten your panties in such a twist?’ I laughed wickedly. 

She sent a death glare my way.

"I don't know, maybe when you find your husband to be having sex with Another woman less than an hour before the wedding, then you're not going to be in the best mood." She grunted, as she walked towards me. 

I rolled my eyes as I took her hand, ushering her out of the room. 

There was the sound of shuttering clicks from cameras while we walked down those grand stairs. 

Everyone was already waiting for us. 

Olivia walked by my side; I held her hand like the gentleman I was. 

"Only God knows where these disgusting hands have been." She muttered under her breath, only loud enough for me to hear. 

"Touching her pussy. In her mouth. Feeling every curve of her body. Jerking my cock off in that wet and juicy borehole." I teased, and to which she cringed with disgust before turning to the cameras with a fake smile. 

"What's the matter, love? Does that bother you!"

The suit I was wearing was unlike any other. 70,000 dollars into a suit I’d never wear again, for a day I despised didn't sound like a fair trade. 

We walked into the chapel no later. All eyes were fixed on us. My parents, seated at the front of the church rows, threw me warning glances that could only spell out, ‘behave.’ 

Olivia's parents were seated on the opposite side of the church, they were excited and I couldn't blame them. She was getting married to me. And I was awesome. 

We reached the front of the church and bowed our heads as we turned to each other. The priest then began to speak. 

"Ladies and gentlemen… esteemed guests… friends and family… We are all gathered here today as witnesses in celebration of the union between Galen Grunt and Olivia Montey. In the presence of the divine and surrounded by the warmth of your loved ones, Do you, Galen Grunt, take thee, Olivia Montey, to be your lawfully wedded wife? In sickness and in health, till death do you part?’ 

"I do." I smiled, faking nothing but pure love while I looked at her. 

"And do you, Olivia Montey, take thee, Galen Grunt, to be your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?"

She paused for a moment, stared at me, her sweaty palms pressed into my hands, as the congregation awaited. Her eyes sunk into mine, and for a split second, it was almost as if she wanted to cry. 

"I do." She let out, in a defeated tone. 

"You stand before each other as equals, ready to embrace the responsibilities, joys, and challenges that life together may present. As you enter into this covenant of marriage, remember that Love is patient. Love is kind. And Love is a continuous journey of growth, understanding, and companionship." The Priest said with a smile, as my best man handed me the ring. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes - that whole love bullshit was total nonsense. 

"With the authority vested in me, I now invite both Galen and Olivia to exchange their rings."

We were at it before he even finished talking. I slipped the ring into her finger, smiling ever so brightly. She put the ring on mine, before we turned to the priest. 

"May I now kiss the bride?" I asked, and the church broke into laughter. 

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." He let out with a smile, and to which I obliged. 

I grabbed her waist, pulling her close to me. Our faces only inches apart. 

"I hate you." 

"I hate you too." I let out, as our lips connected.