Episode 9

When Gavril grabbed my arm, I didn’t fight him, my thoughts scattering as to what to tell him about who he truly had forced into marriage. He was going to kill me.

He moved into the next room and before I had time to react, he threw me onto the biggest bed I had seen, the comforter already pulled back to reveal black sheets ready for us to dirty up.

I tried to scramble away, but Gavril grasped my knees and forced my legs apart, his hand reaching in to tear the scrap of lace I had put on this morning and cast it aside. My entire body went still, and I forgot to breathe as he stared at me, his gaze feral.

“Mine,” he hissed as his hand crudely slipped up my leg and touched me.

Heaven help me, I was already wet for him, the anticipation building inside at what he might do. I had experienced rough sex before, but the way he was looking at me, I felt like he could devour me. His fingers probed my slick entrance before roughly shoving inside, causing me to cry out at the intrusion. I knew wh