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.