Chapter 5

The reception stretched late into the night, growing louder and more chaotic as bottles of vintage champagne and aged whiskey disappeared. Liora sat beside her husband, her body still buzzing from Kael's filthy whispers on the dance floor. Every time she shifted in her seat, she felt the lingering dampness between her thighs.

Silas, however, was drinking heavily.

What started as calculated toasts quickly spiraled. He laughed too loud at his own jokes, his usually sharp blue eyes glazing over. By the time the final guests were saying their goodbyes, Silas could barely stand straight.

"Come on, Mrs. Voss," he slurred, grabbing her arm a little too roughly as they were ushered toward the private elevator that led to the honeymoon suite. "Time to consummate this... alliance."

Liora's heart raced with nervous excitement as they entered the lavish presidential suite. The room was a fantasy of romance-rose petals scattered across the massive king bed, soft golden lighting, a bottle of chilled champagne waiting beside two crystal flutes. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking view of the glittering city below.

While Silas disappeared into the bathroom, Liora slipped into the dressing room. With trembling fingers, she removed her wedding gown, letting it pool at her feet like spilled cream. Beneath it, she wore the sheer white lingerie she had chosen specifically for tonight-delicate lace that barely covered her full breasts, a tiny thong that disappeared between her round ass cheeks, and a matching garter belt.

She looked at herself in the mirror. Porcelain skin flushed pink. Nipples visibly hard against the transparent lace. Her long dark hair tumbled over her shoulders. She looked like pure temptation.

Tonight, she told herself again, biting her lip. Tonight he'll finally touch me.

When she stepped back into the bedroom, Silas was already on the bed, shirt half-unbuttoned, tie loosened. He looked up at her, his gaze sliding over her barely-covered body with mild appreciation.

"Not bad," he muttered. "You clean up well."

He reached for her clumsily, pulling her onto the bed. His kiss was sloppy and whiskey-sour. His hands pawed at her breasts for a few seconds-mechanical, almost bored-before he suddenly groaned and collapsed back onto the pillows.

"Silas?" Liora whispered, hovering over him.

A loud snore answered her.

He was out cold. Blackout drunk.

Liora sat there in stunned silence, her body aching with unfulfilled need. Her pussy throbbed painfully, desperate for touch, for friction, for anything. She was soaking wet, her tiny thong ruined, her thighs sticky with arousal that had been building since Kael's dirty words on the dance floor.

She gently shook his shoulder. "Silas... please..."

Nothing.

Humiliation burned through her. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she curled up beside him in her expensive, seductive lingerie-designed to be ripped off, not ignored. The man who had just married her lay snoring on his back, fully dressed, while his virgin bride trembled with two years of pent-up sexual frustration.

Liora pressed her thighs together tightly, trying to ease the deep, empty ache. Her hand drifted down her stomach, hovering just above her aching core, but she stopped herself.

Not like this, she thought bitterly. Not on my wedding night.

She slipped out of bed and walked barefoot to the large balcony doors. The cool night air kissed her heated skin as she stepped outside, wrapping her arms around herself. The city lights sparkled far below, indifferent to her disappointment.

Her nipples tightened painfully against the lace. Her clit pulsed with every heartbeat.

She was married.

She was rich.

She was still untouched.

And more desperately horny than she had ever been in her life.

Liora didn't know that her salvation-and her complete ruin-was already watching her from the shadows of the balcony.

Chapter 6

The night air was cool against Liora’s overheated skin as she stood on the expansive balcony of the honeymoon suite. The city sprawled beneath her like a sea of diamonds, but she couldn’t appreciate its beauty. All she felt was the deep, throbbing ache between her legs and the humiliating sting of rejection.

She gripped the stone railing, her sheer white lingerie offering no protection from the breeze—or from the desperate need still pulsing through her body. Her full breasts rose and fell rapidly, nipples stiff and visible through the delicate lace. She squeezed her thighs together again, but it only made the emptiness worse.

A low, masculine voice cut through the silence behind her.

“Poor little bride.”

Liora gasped and spun around.

Kael Draven leaned against the balcony doorframe, hands in his pockets, looking every inch the devil in a half-unbuttoned black dress shirt. The moonlight highlighted the sharp lines of his face and the dangerous gleam in his silver-gray eyes. His tattoos were partially visible where his shirt opened at the collar, dark ink curling over powerful muscle.

“How did you—?” she whispered, heart hammering.

“I have my ways.” He stepped closer, slow and deliberate, like a predator who knew his prey was already cornered. “Saw your husband being carried into the suite like a pathetic sack of shit. Figured you might be out here… unsatisfied.”

Liora’s cheeks burned with shame. She crossed her arms over her chest, but it only pushed her breasts together, drawing his hungry gaze.

“You shouldn’t be here, Kael. This is my wedding night.”

“Is it?” He stopped just inches away, towering over her. The heat radiating from his massive body made her dizzy. “Because from where I’m standing, your husband is passed out cold while his virgin wife is dripping and desperate on the balcony.”

She sucked in a sharp breath. “You don’t know anything about me.”

Kael’s hand rose, brushing a strand of dark hair from her face with surprising gentleness before his fingers trailed down to grip her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes.

“I know everything about you, Liora,” he said, voice low and rough. “I’ve been watching you since the engagement party. The way you smiled politely at all those rich pricks. The way your thighs pressed together when I looked at you too long. The way you bit your lip when Silas kissed your cheek like a fucking brother instead of a man who owns you.”

His thumb stroked her lower lip, eyes darkening.

“I knew right then you were mine. That tight little body was made to be fucked hard and bred full. Not paraded around like a trophy by a man who can’t even get it up on his wedding night.”

Liora trembled. Her pussy clenched hard at his crude words, a fresh rush of wetness soaking the tiny lace thong.

“This is wrong,” she breathed, even as she leaned slightly into his touch. “I’m married now.”

“To the wrong man.” Kael stepped closer until her back pressed against the cool railing. His muscular thigh nudged between hers, and she whimpered at the contact. “Tell me you haven’t been thinking about me since that dance. Tell me your cunt isn’t soaked right now because of what I whispered to you.”

She couldn’t lie. Not when her body was screaming the truth.

Kael leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. “I’ve jerked off thinking about ruining you every single night since the engagement party. Imagining how tight you’d feel wrapped around my cock. How sweetly you’d cry when I stretch this neglected pussy open for the first time. How you’d beg me to fill you with my cum.”

A broken moan escaped her throat.

He pulled back just enough to stare into her wide, hazy hazel eyes.

“I’m done waiting, Liora. Tonight, I’m going to give you what your husband never could.”

His big hand slid down her body, hovering just above the waistband of her lingerie, waiting for her to stop him.

She didn’t.

Chapter 7

Kael didn’t wait for permission.

In one fluid motion, he pinned Liora against the stone balcony railing, his massive body caging her completely. The cool marble pressed into her lower back as his tattooed hand wrapped around her throat, tilting her face up to his.

“Too late to run, little bride,” he growled, silver eyes blazing with raw hunger.

His mouth crashed down on hers in a brutal, claiming kiss. There was nothing polite or gentle about it. He devoured her, tongue dominating hers as his free hand shoved her sheer white lingerie aside. Thick fingers slid through her soaked folds, finding her dripping with arousal.

“Fuck,” he groaned against her lips. “You’re soaked. This neglected little cunt has been crying for me all night.”

Liora moaned helplessly as two thick fingers pushed inside her without warning. The stretch burned, but the pleasure was immediate and overwhelming. Kael curled his fingers, stroking that sensitive spot inside her while his thumb circled her swollen clit with ruthless precision.

“Oh my God—Kael—” she gasped, hips jerking against his hand.

“That’s it. Fuck my fingers like the desperate little slut you are.” He pumped faster, adding a third finger, stretching her virgin pussy open. “Silas couldn’t make you drip like this if his life depended on it. This pussy already knows who it belongs to.”

The pressure built unbearably fast. Liora’s thighs shook, her nails digging into his shoulders as her first orgasm ripped through her like lightning. She came hard, crying out into his mouth, her walls clenching violently around his fingers. Hot slick gushed over his hand as she trembled and moaned.

Kael didn’t give her time to recover.

He spun her around, bending her over the railing. The city lights sparkled far below as he freed his massive cock. Thick, veined, and impossibly hard, it slapped against her ass.

“Beg me to ruin you,” he demanded, rubbing the fat head along her dripping slit.

“Please… Kael, please—”

With one savage thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her.

Liora screamed as her virginity tore. The brutal stretch was painful and perfect all at once. Kael was huge, filling her completely, grinding against her cervix. He didn’t pause. He pulled back and slammed in again, fucking her hard and raw against the balcony railing.

“Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight,” he snarled, pounding into her. “This married pussy is mine now. Say it.”

“It’s yours—oh God, it’s yours!” she sobbed, pleasure quickly overtaking the pain.

Kael gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, slamming into her with deep, punishing strokes. The wet sounds of his cock destroying her virgin cunt filled the night air.

He leaned over her, biting her shoulder as he growled filthy promises. “I’m going to fill this womb tonight. Knock you up on your wedding night while your husband snores ten feet away. You’re going to carry my baby, Liora. Not his.”

The dirty words sent her over the edge again. She came violently on his cock, milking him as stars exploded behind her eyes.

Kael roared and buried himself deep, flooding her with the first thick ropes of his cum. He kept thrusting through it, pushing his seed deeper into her fertile womb.

But he wasn’t done.

He pulled out, spun her around, and lifted her effortlessly into his arms. Carrying her inside like a conquered prize, he laid her on the marital bed right beside her unconscious husband. Silas snored loudly, completely unaware.

Kael climbed on top of her, spreading her legs wide and sinking back into her cum-filled pussy in one smooth stroke.

“Look at him,” Kael whispered darkly as he began fucking her again, slower but just as deep. “Your husband is right here, and I’m breeding his wife on your wedding bed.”

Liora moaned shamelessly, legs wrapping around his waist as he claimed her. Each thrust was possessive, deliberate. He pinned her wrists above her head and stared into her eyes.

“Beg for my baby.”

“Please… breed me, Kael. Fill me with your cum. I want your child,” she whimpered, completely lost to the pleasure.

Kael fucked her through two more shattering orgasms, pumping load after load deep inside her. By the time the sky began to lighten with dawn, Liora was a trembling, cum-soaked mess. Thick white seed leaked from her ruined pussy onto the expensive sheets.

Kael kissed her softly for the first time—almost tenderly—then whispered against her lips:

“You’re ruined for him now, baby. This body belongs to me. This womb belongs to me.”

Liora looked up at him with dazed, adoring eyes, her fingers tracing the tattoos on his chest.

She was completely, irreversibly ruined.

And she had never felt more alive.