Virgin Bride: The husband she never met

Aurelia's POV

I stormed into the big unfamiliar mansion angry. How could I be married for almost three years and knew nothing about it?

Remembering the embarrassing scene that led to this discovery made me even angrier.

“Mom, Dad, This is Jonathan, my fiance. He proposed to me a few days ago and I want to marry him” I was blushing so hard, my excitement almost palpable. Jonathan was perfect, almost too good to be true and the thought of a forever with him made my heart melt into a puddle. I was positive that my parents would approve so I had no fear.

But instead my parents' faces turned sour, my mom looked away in shame and my dad stood up with a frown. “Please tell your friend to leave, you cannot marry him”

I was shocked and confused, I never expected any objections and why were they so rude?

Before I could find words, Jonathan had chipped in in a bid to prove himself, “Sir, Ma, I really love your daughter and I really wish I could get a chance to…”

“Save yourself the stress, young man. You can never marry her, we do not approve of you for our daughter. I want you to leave and never show up here again or else we will get you arrested” It was my mom that spoke this time and my mouth fell open from shock. What the hell was going on?

Jonathan was already upset, he stood up and left despite pleading with him to wait. I later found out he had blocked me from reaching him as well.

I was beyond furious with my parents and went to confront them when I overheard them discussing in their room.

“How do we beg Relia to forgive us? We are terrible parents. How do we tell her we didn't approve of her lover because she was already married for more than two years in fact? It was a contract marriage we agreed to to save us from bankruptcy three years ago” my mother was sobbing while my father consoled her.

My heart broke into a million pieces and my face was full of disbelief. I didn't know how to confront them after seeing them so heartbroken as well, so I decided to investigate it secretly. And after days of searching, I finally found my supposed husband.

Mr Alfred Vicker… business tycoon and tyrant.

I had successfully gotten his address and that was why I was here, to see my husband for the first time and possibly annul this fake wedding. Because that was all it was, fake.

The mansion was dark and quiet, I could barely see. I would have thought no one was in but the gateman had told me earlier that the owner was home. Just then, I heard some noise upstairs and immediately followed it till I got to a big master bedroom. The noise was coming from the shower being turned on in the bathroom and I assumed someone was in there.

I turned to leave to give the person some privacy but I immediately bumped into the wall. No, it wasn’t a wall, it was a bare perfectly toned chest. I gasped and stepped back too quickly that I slipped and fell backwards. I immediately closed my eyes to brace for impact but it never came because two large arms had grabbed me and flipped me over so that I was on top of him as we both fell on the bed.

I could barely make out his face with the moonlight that reflected into the room but I could tell I was looking at Alfred. And my oh my was he handsome. His chiseled body was flushed against mine and his hands rested on my lower back, dangerously close to my ass. He was staring at me with clouded eyes that made me blush, what could be wrong with him? Did he know who I was already?

Before I could say anything, I was suddenly flipped and he was on top. His arms caged me in and I felt small. My heart was beating so fast I was worried he could hear it.

“Alfred… Mr. Alfred, I…” I was trying to say but he leaned in and kissed me, jamming all the words in my mouth. My eyes widened in shock from what was happening. I wanted to push him away but his kiss made me melt and toes curl from thrills. He tasted so manly, a hint of alcohol and coffee in his breath, I couldn't stop myself from moaning.

I felt deeply ashamed the moment it escaped my mouth, this was definitely not my plan when I came here. I had wanted to confront him and call him an asshole for marrying someone who didn't even know he existed. But here I was, under him; engulfed by his lips and moaning uncontrollably. But could you blame me? He was hot as hell and knew way too much about pleasuring a woman.

I was no novice in foreplay, I had engaged Jonathan a few times and although I was still a virgin, I knew what sex was all about. But this, this was different. It felt so different.

“Alfred, wait… wait…” my voice came out breathless like a whisper. I wanted to stop but my body did the opposite.

Despite my inner turmoil, he grunted and pinned both my hands above my head then he proceeded to trail light feathery kisses down my neck till he got to my perky hardened nipples.

With his lips out of mine, I finally gathered the strength to tell him to stop but I could barely form words when he viciously ripped my buttons off my sleeve shirt.

Fuck! I was turned on even more.

My bra was off in split seconds and he cupped my breasts in his hands like a prized possession before going in with his mouth.

Shit! My breasts were usually very sensitive, a good dive in and I would be a goner. By the time this realization hit me, it was already too late.

He kissed around my nipples, rough and wet… teasing me till I was arching with need to feel his mouth.

“Please Alfred… please” I pleaded, unable to take so much tension anymore.

“What do you want?” I heard him ask with a deep baritone voice. It was so sexy my mind went blank for a second.

“I want you to…” I stammered, feeling embarrassed with what I was thinking of saying.

Relia, get yourself together!

Like a devil who knew what I was thinking, he did a one clean swipe with his tongue on my nipples and my embarrassment went through the window in an instant.

“Do it. Fuck me! Please… I need you to suck my tits!” I didn't care about my dignity anymore, I just needed him so badly.

“Very well” he said and that was it.