Sully

Damien removed all the chains except for the one around my neck which I wanted more than anything to be removed.

“If you remained still and didn’t throw a tantrum, they would not have to chain you like this,” Damien said. I first found out his name when the priest or whoever that was (He did not look like a priest. I just assumed) said his name during our so-called wedding.

“What will you do with me?” I asked.

“My sister asked the same thing a while ago. What do you mean by that, Sully darling? What will I do with my wife?” He tilted his head to one side as he said it as if he was amused. He looked less intimidating than his father, but that must be because he was still young. How old would he be? Twenty? Twenty-five? Not more than that. When he would be more mature, he would be the exact copy of his father.

“You don’t even know me. How will you act like a proper husband when I am your wife?”

“I can do that. The question is- can you?”

“No!”

“But darling, you have to.”

I was a realistic person. I knew when there was no hope. It was one of those moments when it was sinful and stupid to even hope. No one could save me from here. If it were some other family, I would still hope that my father or Rezef could take me from here. However, this was Silverclaw family. The most notorious of the four houses. Everyone knew what they did, but no one ever could do anything. I had no hope. I was stuck here until they decided to get rid of me.

“Come here,” he said. I knew he meant the bed even though he made no gesture or did not say it outright. The maids prepared me for the wedding night. They were strong. I fought back a lot, but they held me in place.

I knew what happened at wedding nights. I tried to mentally prepare myself for it. It was not like I could fight back such a huge man.

I took his hand and he guided me to the bed. He sat me down and placed a strand of lose hair behind my ear.

“This is what we will do. You will relax yourself and we will perform our marital duty. After that, you will be my wife both in name and action. Do you understand?” he asked.

I bit my lower lip to stop myself from blurting out something I would regret. I nodded.

In this place, I needed to act carefully, or I would get killed before I had the chance.

“Do you want me to remove my garments, Your Grace?”

“Are you being sarcastic, darling?” he smirked.

I rolled my eyes. Tonight, my wedding night was supposed to be with someone else. With Rezef. Now, it was with Damien Silverclaw. I must admit I was not looking forward to it even if it was with Rezef. I would just act numb and wait for it to be over.

“Have you ever become sexually intimate with someone?” Damien asked.

“Yes. With Rezef,” I said.

“Then you will be familiar with everything,” he said. Just as he finished talking, he placed his palm on the back of my neck and pulled me in towards him. His lips found mine and I sucked in a breath as his tongue explored the inside of my mouth.

I had only kissed once before. Rezef kissed me once a few days ago after our wedding date was fixed. It had been nice, although I did not particularly want to do it. However, it was not how the kiss with Damien was. Damien’s kiss was raw and wild, full of something I could not explain. If I had not been sitting, I would have fallen as my knees would go weak. I grasped his arm and dug my nails into his skin. He groaned and deepened the kiss.

He pushed me down until I was on my back on the bed, his lips never leaving mine. He bit my lips gently and ran his tongue over the sore place.

His lips left mine only when I could not breath anymore. His lips found my neck. I moaned despite not wanting to acknowledge his touches.

He cupped one of my breasts over the nightgown that barely covered my body. I was so angry with everything that I had forgotten about the lingerie.

He played with my nipple, while his lips explored my neck and shoulder.

“I really need to taste you, darling. I really do,” he whispered into my ear.