Chapter Five

I laid on the bed like a slab of ice, my nakedness glaring at my soul and limbs shaking with the knowledge of my helplessness. It wasn't Daniel I was afraid of, it was me. I was the one putting myself through all of that.

Without saying a word my husband stretched out beside me, naked and visibly tense. Gripping my hip, he dragged my shivering body towards him and leaned over me. My cold body instantly sought the warmth of him, but I forced it not to get affected by the closeness.

A hint of disappointment crossed his handsome face and I didn't like it. So, I focused on his throat as he pressed a little feathery kiss on my neck. I flinched at the sudden affection.

He paused then raised his eyes at me. When I looked at him with a shocked expression he cursed and pushed up from the bed.

"I'm sorry," I said quickly. "I didn't... I'm a little sensitive there."

He regarded me with pure cold eyes as if I had offended him. He ignored my apology and got rid of his boxer briefs, not looking at my face.

Great! Now I had successfully pissed him off yet again.

He climbed back on the bed and on top of me, his elbows on either side of my head and his hip slipping between my thighs. I held my breath and remained still for my own good.

"Are you on the pill?" He asked. It was the most unromantic thing but I blushed the same. I simply nodded my head.

He looked down between us, his charcoal eyes scanning the exposed expanse of my body, my breasts, my stomach and the soft valley between my legs. "My god, you're one fine investment my father did."

And just like that he ruined any relaxation that was seeping into my bones due to his hard body hovering over mine. I re-established that my husband could never see me for what I wasn't willing to show him.

I fixated my eyes on his hardness, too much and too scary as he guided it slowly to my opening. I shrank away at first but then received it when the head of his cock touched my softness.

"God, you're giving me mixed signals here, little brat." He breathed over my face, his voice harsh and eyes stormy. "Are you sure you want this to happen tonight?"

I nodded slowly.

He wasn't happy with that.

"Lily," he said imploringly. His frustrated growl made me rethink once but I wasn't going to lose his family's trust in me.

"Can I hold you?" My heart skipped a beat even as the foreign words slipped from my lips.

"No." He clipped. "I won't last a second if you touch me."

His hair tickled my face, his breath coming in soft pants as he shifted his hips just enough to nudge my entrance. I wanted to stroke his messy hair from his sweaty forehead as a distraction from the pain I was about to undergo, but instead I curled my fists against my chest and bit my lip hard.

"Breath out, little brat. You're too dry and tense."

I did as he told, my eyes still closed and lips pressed together and he pushed into me about an inch. It was too much already and my hand gripped his solid bicep, nails digging into his flesh.

"Fuck, you're killing me." He cursed as I tried accepting more of him inside me, my walls loosening very slightly due to the way his fingers moved between us and played lazily with my clit. He slowly slid deeper into me, one inch at a time until he broke through the barrier, thrust forward and slid all the way in.

The pain was sharp and stinging, making me shudder under him. My nails drew out blood from his bicep but he didn't flinch. He gasped, his breathing ragged as he allowed me to get used to the foreign feeling. "Shit, I'm not going to last a minute."

I surrendered then as he didn't stop fucking into me in deep, shallow and deeper thrusts. My pain dissipated into a senseless feeling and I bit down hard on his shoulder as he began to move, his thrust gradually turning frenzied until he shuddered against my body, and stilled inside me. He pressed his forehead into the pillow beside my head and breathed heavily.

I stared up at him as he slowly slid out of me not sparing me another look. He had officially taken me as his, done his duty and every muscle in my body bore the witness. He let out a hard breath, then wiped his mouth and got off the bed.

"I'm going to take a shower."

I turned the other way, facing away from him and pulled the covers up to my chin. A lone tear slipped my eyes, then another and I sobbed taking cover of the running shower. I wanted the night to end, even if I knew it was just the beginning of more of such dispassionate nights.

The water stopped and a few minutes later Daniel emerged from the bathroom. I tried to even out my breathing, pretending to sleep and watched his back flexing as he tossed the tower off his body, showing me his perfectly toned butt. He pulled on a fresh set of sweatpants and walked over to the other side of the bed, the mattress moving slightly, covers pulling across my hip. He simply turned off the bedside light and turned the other way, far away from my side. What else did I expect, that he would slide an arm across my body, or plant a kiss on my forehead and prepare me a warm bath.

And just like that I couldn't stop the fresh set of tears breaking through me. The ignorance from the man beside me, the glasses of champagne I took and the sobs all made me so sick that I used all my strength and rushed to the bathroom, heaving my discomfort out in the toilet.

One solid round of brushing my teeth, and cleaning under the hot shower made me human enough to retire from the bathroom.

My husband wasn't in the room when I returned. His side of the bed was empty, and that concluded my disastrous first night with my husband.