Chapter four

Chloe’s POV

I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection; I hardly recognized myself. My white wedding gown hugged my figure elegantly before flaring beautifully toward the floor. The fitted wedding dress graced my shape, while delicate details across the fabric gave the dress an expensive, sophisticated appearance.

My long veil flowed behind me, stretching several feet across the floor.

My makeup was soft and elegant. My eyes were subtly defined, My lips carried a gentle shade of pink, and my complexion looked flawless beneath the soft glow of the lights.

My dark hair had been styled into an elegant updo, with a few delicate strands framing my face beneath the veil, I looked like a bride from a fairytale.

But beneath the beauty, I was terrified.  Today, I was becoming Michael’s wife.

The church was filled with guests.

Soft music floated through the enormous hall as everyone waited for the bride. Then the doors opened; I stepped inside. My long veil trailed behind me, spreading across the aisle and covering a large portion of the church floor like a white cloud.

I looked beautiful, but I didn’t feel beautiful. My heart pounded against my chest as I slowly walked down the aisle.

At the altar stood the man I was about to marry. Michael wasn’t looking at the  guests, He wasn’t looking at the priest. He was looking directly at me.

The wedding came and went.

And before I could fully understand what had happened, I was already Micheal’s wife. My sister followed me into the bedroom while I packed the last of my things.

She leaned against the door, laughing. So this is really happening. I ignored her,  She smiled. 

“Don’t worry, Chloe, This is only the beginning of your misery”, she said. I stopped packing and looked at her, “What makes you think I’m going to be miserable”?  Amelia’s smile widened.

Because you’re marrying Michael. She walked away laughing, I watched her disappear before quietly closing my suitcase.

When I finally arrived at Michael’s mansion, I froze. It was far more impressive than I had imagined.

The enormous compound was surrounded by tall walls and carefully maintained gardens. The mansion itself was painted in elegant shades of white and cream, with several security guards stationed around the property. Luxury cars were parked neatly along the driveway.

I stepped out of the car and stared, This is where Michael lives? I thought I had seen enough. Ihadn’t, Inside, the mansion was breathtaking.

Beautiful sculptures stood in carefully chosen places. Expensive paintings decorated the walls, while enormous chandeliers hung from the ceilings, Everything was elegant, Everything was perfect.

A maid approached me.

Mrs. Michael, please follow me. I’ll show you your room.

“My room”? Yes, ma’am.

The maid led me upstairs and opened a large bedroom, I stepped inside; my eyes widened.

The room was enormous, decorated in soft colors with a large bed, a sitting area, a private dressing room, and enormous windows overlooking the gardens.

I had expected to share a room with Michael. But apparently, that wasn’t the case, “Mr. Michael’s room is just next door”, the maid explained.

I looked toward the adjoining door, So we’re sleeping separately?

Then something caught my attention.

A small box sat on the bed, I walked closer and opened it.

Inside was a beautiful red lingerie set, Mycheeks instantly turned red, What is this?

The maid smiled politely, It was already prepared for you. Mr Michael said you should put it on tonight.

Before I could ask anything else, the maid excused herself.

I stared at the lingerie.

I hadn’t seen Michael since the wedding.

Not once.

I wondered where he was.

So, that night I sat alone in the vast bedroom wearing a pink light a pink light lingerie robe that was given to me after the wedding, with no panties under My hands were clenched so so tightly in my lap that my nails left little crescent marks on my palm. I felt nervous. 

The door opened. He stepped in, jacket already off, shirt partially unbuttoned, scent of whiskey and cologne clinging to him. His movements were unstable from drinking, but there was nothing weak about the way he looked at me. He closed the door behind him with a soft click and locked it.

“Chloe”, he said, squinting his eyes looking at me, voice low and rough. My stomach twitched at the mention of my name.

But he crossed the room in a few strides and pulled me up from the edge of the bed. His hands were large and warm as they slid around my waist, tugging the robe open with impatient fingers. The cool air hit my skin as the silk slipped off my shoulders and pooled at my feet, leaving me naked before him.

He didn’t bother with tenderness.

He was about to kiss me when I dodged, and his mouth found my neck, hot and demanding. Slowly, he reached for my breast and kissed it; I didn’t even know I was already having a hard nipple on me. He folded one with his hands while reaching for the other with his mouth. Sucking them like a baby. His teeth grazed my skin as he backed me towards the bed. Kissing me so hard, tongue pushing past my lips as his hand slid between my thighs. I was already shamefully wet, my body betraying me even as my mind didn’t want this. Two thick fingers stroked through my folds, circling my clit before sliding inside me without warning.

I arched with a choked sound.

“So wet already”, he groaned. Good girl 

The name hit me like a slap.

He pumped his fingers slowly at first, then faster, curling them against that spot that made my toes curl and my breath stutter. Pleasure coiled tight and unwanted in my tummy. I bit my lips hard trying not to moan , but a broken whimper escaped anyways , he was too fast .

He pulled his fingers out and I heard the sound of the belt and zipper. Then the heavy, blunt head of his cock was nudging against my entrance, hot and insistent. He was rubbing it around him to get him all silky and wet for smooth penetration.

He pushed in with one slow, relentless thrust.

I cried out, hands flying to his shoulders as he stretched me open. He was thick, long; he didn’t give me time to adjust. He was moving immediately, deep, steady strokes that made the bed creak beneath us.

“Fuck”, he growled, burying his face in my neck as he fucked me harder.” You taste just how beautiful you look”.

He hooked one of my legs over his hip, changing angle so he even drove deeper. The wet, obscene sound of his cock sliding in and out of me filled the room. Pleasure surged through me in waves, sharp. My hips started moving against my will, meeting his thrusts, chasing that building heat.

“Yes, fuck just like that”, he panted slamming into me. His pace turned punishing, hips snapping forward relentlessly. “Take it, take it all”.

Every brutal thrust sent sparks of unwanted ecstasy through my body.

My walls clenched around him involuntarily, drawing a deep groan from his chest. He reached between us and rubbed my swollen clit with his thumb, fast and firm 

I was shattered.