Broken Bride

“You are very unexpected, Tilly.”

We are strangers. There shouldn’t be this connection between us. He knows me as little as I know him, but I know I belong in these arms. I know that he saved me in some fucked up, twisted, wrong way. And I know he’s trying to save me from himself, by staying away from me. But I need someone. And he is all I have.

“What did you expect?”

“From a sheltered, aristocratic, English heiress? More hysterics. Less bravery. Far less sexuality.”

“I come from a long line of woman captured by bad men. You could say I was bred for this.”

He smiles and brushes some of the stray hair from my face, tousled from when he threw me down and ripped every scrap of my clothing off me. “You think I’m a bad man, Tilly?”

“I know you are. Nobody in my world is good. They wouldn’t survive.”

“Perhaps that is where we have the most in common.”

This encounter began roughly. Angelo is possessive of me. He does not like the others touching me, and he certainly doesn’t seem to like the idea of me wanting them. He is obviously a man who likes to claim what he owns.

“Sleeping with my own wife might be the most pedestrian thing I have ever done,” he muses, caressing my neck down to my breast. “But it might also be the worst thing I ever do. Mark says you are too young, and too innocent…”

I let out a laugh.

“Sorry,” I say. “Just… him thinking I’m innocent.”

“I know,” Angelo smiles back at me. “Amusing isn’t it, the way they see what they want to see, believe what they want to believe.”

I smile back, but only a little. I wish I was as innocent as Mark thinks I am. I should be that innocent. But I’m not.

“You’re still very young,” Angelo says. “But you have needs, and if they are not met, you will find some way of meeting them, won’t you?”

“Probably.”

He sighs softly.

“You are going to hate me before the week is out, Matilda. There is no escaping that.”

“I’m not going to hate you.”

* * *

Angelo

She’s so sweet when she says that, I might almost believe her. But she's a teenage girl with sex on the brain. Mark is right. She’s precious, unspoiled. She could go to another man, a younger man, a better man — and destroy him.

“You’d say anything if you thought it meant I would relieve you of the burden of purity. It must weigh heavily on your filthy little mind.”

She lowers her head and smiles underneath her lashes. Tilly Braybrooke is not what she seems to be.

“I want you, Angelo. Isn’t that enough? We’re married, and men have done worse things to women younger than I am now for centuries.”

I told her once that she would beg me to fuck her. She didn’t believe me at the time. I wonder if she remembers now.

I can smell her. The scent of her feminine arousal is starting to thicken between us. It is more powerful than I had imagined it would be, a pheromonal overload designed to make my cock hard and my desire strong.

Desecrating the innocent and the beautiful has always been a particular pleasure of mine.

I decide to indulge it again. I push my fingers inside her, two of them stretching her all the way to that little sliver of skin which marks her physical purity. She arches her back and her body flushes pink, all along her chest and up her neck and face.

She’s ready. She's in heat. She needs to be fucked.

I take hold of a fist full of her hair. I like the feeling of her blonde curls in my hand, and I like the way she blushes when I do it even more. Pulling her up the bed, I slide in between her thighs, freeing my cock from my underwear. I am rock hard for this girl, painfully erect at the prospect of defiling her sweet virginity.

* * *

Tilly

“You’re mine,” he growls against my mouth, the head of his thick rod poised to pierce me. I am afraid, knowing I am on the precipice of a change that can never be undone.

“Show me,” I whisper, a hint of challenge in my voice. He says I am his, but what does being his mean if I am left untouched?

His eyes flash with that dark intensity which calls to my soul. He thrusts his hips forward hard and fast, and a second later, I am no longer a virgin. I am a sacrifice, impaled on his cock, my mouth open in a scream as Angelo Vitali seals his dominion over me with long, hard, determined thrusts.

This is what I wanted. This is what I begged and whined and tried to manipulate these men for. This is everything I deserve and everything I want.