Page 50 of His Forced Bride

Cool air hits my bare skin, and I shiver, my breath stuttering.

“Look at you,” he snarls, mouth at my throat, teeth grazing hard enough to mark me.

“You walked down my aisle in rags, trying to shame me. And now you’re trembling because you need me to ruin you.”

“No,” I gasp, but the denial collapses under the way my hips tilt toward him.

His thigh wedges between mine, grinding against the ache I can’t hide.

My body grinds back without permission, heat flooding through me.

His laugh is dark, satisfied.

“Your body knows the truth, little wife. You want yourPakhanto break you in.”

My pulse slams in my ears.

He yanks the gown down to my waist, cupping my breast and rolling my nipple until it hardens against his palm.

“Say you hate me again while I make you drip for me.”

“I hate you,” I choke, but the sound comes out ragged, breathless.

His mouth clamps down on my breast, sucking hard, while his free hand slides under my skirt.

Panties shred with one vicious pull, and he groans when his fingers sink inside me, thick and unyielding.

My back bows against the wall, every nerve screaming as he thrusts.

“Already wet,” he mutters, grinding his thumb against my clit.

“So fucking tight. This cunt was made for me.”

My hips roll against his hand.

A sharp moan breaks free before I can smother it.

I'm so fucking needy.

“That’s it,” he breathes against my skin, teeth grazing my jaw.

“Moan for me. Let everyone hear how badly my wife wants to be fucked.”

The shame is molten, twisting with the hunger that drives me harder against his hand.

I want to claw him, spit at him again, anything to resist—but the flood building inside me drowns out everything except the need for more.

The ruined gown hangs half-off me already, and Yuri tears the rest of it down my body in one vicious rip.

Beads scatter across the floor, silk shreds at my feet.

He doesn’t even look at it.

His eyes are locked on me, bare and trembling against the wall.

“Mine now,” he growls, yanking his belt open.

His cock springs free, flushed dark with need.