Episode 8

Naomi

I pushed the food around on my plate, unable to eat another bite of the rich meal without throwing it back up. I thought that the wedding would be the most nerve-wracking part of today, but sitting beside my “husband” and watching him proceed to get drunk was perhaps worse.

It wasn’t because he was drunk. No, I was kind of hoping that he would have too much to drink and would delay the whole consummation for at least one night so I could figure out how I was going to explain to him that I wasn’t a virgin.

It was the fact that he could be violent. I had seen it before, and with the amount of alcohol he was consuming, there was no doubt that he wasn’t going to be the man I had wed today.

Not that I knew him at all.

Gavril Kirilenko was a man shrouded in brutality, but also there was a measure of intrigue I was finding with him. It had all started with the moment yesterday where he thought it was better for me to suck his cock as an apology than to do anything else. What kind of po