The First Night

Vivienne POV

With the final, agonizing scratch of my dying father’s pen against the heavy paper of the all-important will, my fate was entirely sealed. I slowly turned my back on the sterile, beeping confines of his dimly lit bedroom and walked out into the chilling night air. The heavy, armored door of Roman’s sleek luxury car closed behind me with a definitive thud, trapping me in my daunting new reality. As the powerful engine purred to life and the tires began to chew up the gravel, I was slowly driven away from my childhood home, heading straight toward the notorious Lexington Mansion.

My exhausted heart was incredibly heavy, beating a sluggish, painful rhythm against my ribs. I stared blankly out the tinted window, watching the familiar streets of my past blur into the darkness. The suffocating, compounding losses were threatening to completely crush my spirit. First, I had lost my mother to the cruel hands of fate. Then, my entire world had been violently shattered by the person I foolishly thought I would love forever—Pierce, whose sickening, deceptive betrayal still felt like a jagged knife constantly twisting in my gut. And now, my beloved father was actively slipping away from me, his frail life hanging by the thinnest, most fragile of threads. I was legally someone’s wife now, entirely bound by a cold, six-month contract, yet sitting beside this towering, silent billionaire in the backseat of his car, I had never felt more profoundly, terrifyingly alone in my entire existence.

The drive was agonizingly long, wrapped in a thick, suffocating silence. Roman did not utter a single word, his imposing figure radiating a dominant, unapproachable energy in the dim lighting of the car. By the time we finally reached the heavily fortified iron gates of his staggeringly vast estate, the sky had turned a pitch, inky black. At my very first glance at the colossal property, situated in the most exclusive, fiercely expensive area of the city, my breath hitched in my throat. I knew Roman was wealthy, but this sheer scale of opulence was entirely different. He was not just rich; he was a filthy, unapologetically ruthless billionaire, and his home was a terrifying testament to his ultimate power.

The private drive from the towering main gates to the actual entrance of the mansion took a full three minutes alone. Through the window, I was given a lavish, sprawling view of meticulously manicured lush greenery, a massive infinity pool, and an elegant tea table set out in the sprawling gardens. I could see every single detail with crystal clarity only because the enormous, blinding security lights surrounding the massive property illuminated the grounds as if it were a professional football stadium.

I was completely amazed, yet entirely intimidated. The towering structure of the mansion was constructed entirely of stark, flawless white marble, rising into the night sky like an impenetrable, sterile fortress. Roman smoothly pulled the luxury car to a halt right in front of the grand steps, immediately turning off the ignition. He finally turned his sharp, calculating gaze to look at me.

"We arrived," he stated in that exact same dry, authoritative tone he always used, his voice completely devoid of any warmth.

He didn't wait for my response. He looked through the windshield at a smartly dressed, middle-aged man who hurriedly rushed forward to open the car door for him. Roman stepped out into the cool night air, walked around the hood of the vehicle with a predatory grace, and opened my door. He extended his massive hand, silently commanding me to take it so he could help me step out of the car.

As my feet touched the solid stone of the driveway, I felt incredibly weak standing beside him. My legs were shaky, trembling under the terrifying knowledge that this ruthless, intimidating man was my husband now. The creeping darkness of the night sky only amplified my dread. He had explicitly mentioned in our rigid contract that I was to fulfill my duties every single day.

Fierce, undeniable waves of nervousness began capturing my veins, freezing my blood as he authoritatively walked me up the imposing front steps and towards the massive double doors of the entrance. As we stepped inside, my widened eyes immediately lit up at the staggeringly vast welcome hall. However, the initial awe was instantly replaced by a deep, unsettling chill. I raked my eyes around the enormous space to notice the surprisingly bare, sterile interior of the house. Everything was arranged with clinical precision. The towering, floor-to-ceiling curtains were a dark, heavy gray; the plush, expansive carpets were pitch black; and the lone center table was a dark, brooding shade of brown, bizarrely displaying a deliberately broken black vase right in its center.

I gulped nervously, feeling a lump forming in my dry throat. There was not a single bright, welcoming rainbow color anywhere in the massive house. There were no warm tones, no signs of life or joy. It was just an endless sea of black and white. Mostly gray. The entire atmosphere was unapologetically, fiercely monochromatic and intensely cold.

"Is gray your favorite color?" I asked in a slow, hesitant voice, desperately trying to initiate a normal conversation to calm my racing heart as we walked through the cavernous hall, heading directly toward the grand, sweeping staircase.

"I don't have any favorite things," Roman replied smoothly, his deep voice echoing slightly against the high marble ceilings. "But I like gray because it is significantly less distracting than other colors."

His chilling, robotic detachment made me feel even weaker with each passing moment. We started climbing the sweeping marble stairs, and I suddenly realized that my heartbeat was racing completely out of control. A sharp, creeping nervousness was pricking at my skin like a thousand tiny needles. It wasn't just his intimidating wealth; it was the sterile coldness of the place that filled my veins with an undeniable anxiety about my new reality. I felt deeply uncomfortable, utterly nervous, and wildly confused about what exactly I had just signed my life away to.

"Our bedrooms are on the second floor," he announced firmly, his broad shoulders shifting under his expensive, perfectly tailored suit jacket.

I inhaled deeply, my tense chest expanding as I secretly felt slightly better upon hearing the plural word ‘bedrooms’. In my desperate, naive mind, that clearly meant I didn’t have to share the exact same bed with him for the entire night after the transactional sex. I could have a small sliver of privacy, a safe sanctuary to retreat to.

But my foolish relief was violently shattered the very second we reached a heavy, imposing set of double doors on the second-floor landing. He forcefully pushed the doors wide open, and my anxiety instantly spiked back through the roof with an explosive blast.

"It's our bedrooms," he casually announced, gesturing his large hand toward the interior.

I froze on the threshold, looking up at his sharp jawline confusedly for a long moment. I simply could not understand why the words ‘our’ and ‘bedrooms’ were being used in the exact same sentence while standing in front of a single entrance.

"Separate bedrooms?" I asked in a slow, incredibly nervous voice, my eyebrows pulling together in deep confusion.

Roman merely smirked a little, a dark, calculating glint flashing in his eyes as he deliberately moved aside, forcing me to look directly inside the dim, cavernous space. I stepped cautiously into the room, instantly stranded in the center, and I audibly gasped at the sheer, staggering size of the area. It was not just a bedroom; it was an entirely different universe, vast and imposing.

I slowly walked through a wide, gallery-like hallway that featured dark gray walls adorned with huge, intimidating vintage portraits and abstract paintings. This gallery led directly into a staggeringly huge, open-concept bedroom space. In the center of the main area sat a massive King-size bed, perfectly made with stark white and gray linen. I turned slightly, my eyes catching sight of a huge, luxurious attached bathroom and a massive walk-in dressing room adjoined to his side of the suite.

"Your bed is there," he stated with chilling detachment.

I quickly turned to look in the exact direction his large finger pointed. With my brows thinned in complete bewilderment, I slowly walked past his immaculate bed and reached the far end of the sprawling suite, where heavy, pitch-black curtains were hanging from the ceiling to the floor. Suddenly, Roman pressed a button on a sleek remote, and the heavy black curtains mechanically glided aside with a quiet hum.

Behind the dark partition sat an entirely separate, equally massive king-size bed, fully equipped with its own attached luxury bathroom and dressing room to the side. The only noticeable difference between his side and mine was that the walls around my bed were painted a sterile off-white instead of dark gray.

"You call and tell me the color of your choice; I will get your walls painted," he offered smoothly, slipping the remote into his pocket.

I slowly turned around to look at his towering figure, my heart sinking heavily at the bizarre, deeply insulting setup. I desperately tried to remind him of our reality. "There is no need to accustom your house for me. I can manage perfectly fine for six months."

He simply nodded his head, his expression completely unbothered. He quickly pulled out his phone, checked something on the glowing screen, and replied offhandedly, "Okay, as you wish."

His careless words and this entire, sterile arrangement made me incredibly upset. The bizarre reality of two massive beds in one room struck a deep, humiliating chord within me. I couldn't hold back my bitter curiosity. "Why do you have a couple of bedrooms arranged exactly like this? Is it for your escorts?"

Roman froze. He lifted his dark, intense gaze all of a sudden, his eyes locking onto mine with a predatory sharpness. Slowly putting his phone back into the pocket of his tailored trousers, he began to deliberately stalk forward, closing the distance between us. I instantly took a step back, my bare arms wrapping around my waist as a very real, primal fear started to run hot and fast through my nerves.

"Why are you behaving like my jealous wife already?" he asked in a low, dangerous tone.

I took another desperate step backward until I felt my spine firmly hitting the cold, off-white wall behind me. I was completely cornered. I shifted nervously on my heels, desperately trying to collect whatever tiny shred of strength I had left. His dark gaze was fiercely fixed onto my eyes, and I forced myself to look back into his, refusing to completely submit. He possessed such a heavily sculpted, Godly look that it made my knees feel terrifyingly weak every time he looked at me like this.

Gulping nervously against the rising panic in my throat, I tried to keep my voice steady. "You are my husband in the public, and I am your wife in the bedroom. Remember our deal."

He chuckled a little—a dark, rumbling sound that vibrated from his broad chest. He stepped directly into my personal space and placed his large, heavy hand flat against the wall right beside my head, effectively caging me flush against the cold surface. I was instantly overwhelmed. I could feel his hot, measured breathing fanning directly against my face, and his intoxicating, fiercely expensive cologne completely wrapped around my senses, dizzying me with its rich, masculine spice.

"I don't like sharing my bed with anyone. That's why for any girl to get under me, there is a separate bed in my room," he stated with a chilling, unapologetic detachment.

The crude, brutal implication of his words slapped me right in the face. I instantly realized what my new, lowly place in this cold mansion truly was. I wasn't a partner; I was just another nameless girl going to get strictly under him, expected to perform on that exact bed where he must have slept with countless others. God knows how many women had been discarded on these sheets. Disgusted and deeply hurt by the raw humiliation of it all, I firmly pressed my trembling hand against his rock-hard chest, trying to push his massive frame away from me.

"But, I do not want to sleep on that bed where you must have slept with thousands of women," I protested, my voice coming out slightly slower, shaking with undeniable vulnerability.

"But, you are among those thousands," he replied smoothly, completely unfazed by my disgust.

I felt instantly dirty, thoroughly degraded by his cruel words. I shook my head slightly, my eyes burning. "Not yet, and I am never going to be."

Before I could even attempt to push him away again, I felt his strong, muscular arm wrapping intimately around my waist, slowly and powerfully pulling my fragile body flush against his burning heat. I blinked silently, my breath catching in my throat as I saw him leaning in dangerously close to my face. My breathing raced frantically, my chest heaving, and a violent shiver ran down my spine when I suddenly felt his large, dominant fingers slowly and deliberately unzipping the back of my dress.

"You are mine, Vivienne. All mine," he murmured, his deep voice vibrating against my collarbone.

His possessive words violently twisted my stomach. I lowered my gaze, terrified of the raw intensity in his dark eyes, and desperately reminded him of the boundaries we had agreed upon. "Just for six months, Roman. Six months."

I inhaled profoundly, completely unable to stop my trembling as I felt his big, broad hands slipping effortlessly inside the unzipped back of my dress, his rough palms sliding against my bare skin. I felt so incredibly small in his massive hands, already insanely weak and slightly, terrifyingly tempted by his overwhelming dominance.

"Six months are more than enough for me to get everything from you," he stated with absolute, arrogant certainty.

I felt his hot lips leaning directly into the sensitive base of my neck. As his mouth made contact with my skin, a violent, electric shiver ran entirely through my body. I bit down hard on my lower lip, desperately trying not to gift him the satisfaction of a vocal reaction. I bravely looked up and called him exactly what he was to his face. "You sound like a sex addict, Roman."

In direct response to my accusation, he opened his mouth and sucked significantly harsher on the delicate skin of my neck, leaving a stinging, bruising mark before he muttered right against my pulse point, "Unapologetically."

His brazen confession completely destroyed my defenses. A wild garden of nervous butterflies violently erupted in my stomach, and I completely lost my internal battle. I could not help but give in, letting out a soft gasp as his highly seductive, bruising kisses stole the very breath directly from my lungs.

"Can’t you stay without sex for these six months?" I tried to ask in a weak, shaky voice, but my protest was entirely useless. I felt his skilled fingers forcefully slipping the heavy fabric of my dress down from my bare shoulders. The cool air hit my heated skin, and my nipples instantly turned painfully hard with arousal. I felt his large hands smoothly pushing the expensive dress entirely down my body.

"Just look at yourself. No man can," he rasped, his voice thick with a raw, predatory lust.

His dark words raced my heartbeats to an absolute frenzy. I felt my dress pooling completely around my feet, leaving me entirely bare, incredibly exposed, and highly vulnerable in nothing but my delicate lace panties. My face turned ice-cold with sheer nervousness, but the intense heat radiating from his towering embrace felt strangely warm and protective. I didn’t know how to process the violent contradiction; his dominating aura was exactly like a protective shield, yet his ruthless actions were undeniably those of a starving predator about to consume his prey.

"Roman," I breathed out heavily, my hands coming up to tentatively grip his broad shoulders as I felt him sucking on my neck even harsher, his teeth lightly grazing my skin.

Suddenly, he swept me effortlessly off the floor. His strong arms wrapped around me, easily lifting my weight as he prompted me to wrap my bare legs tightly around his solid waist. His intense, dark eyes locked directly into mine, and I instantly lowered my gaze, feeling overwhelmingly timid under his predatory stare. He carried me the few short steps to my designated bed.

"What do you want me to do to you tonight, Vivienne?" he asked, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that sent shockwaves straight to my core.

I inhaled deeply, my chest rising and falling rapidly when he gently placed my bare back onto the soft mattress and instantly hovered his massive frame over me. I blinked up at him nervously, entirely numb to my daunting new reality and completely unsure of how to answer him.

"Whatever you want to," I whispered softly in complete surrender. This was my life now, the exact reality I had legally signed up for over the next six months.

My entire body was feeling paralyzed and numb under his immense presence. He smiled a dark, knowing smile at my total submission and suddenly stood up straight beside the bed. I watched with wide, nervous eyes as his large fingers quickly went to work unbuttoning his crisp white shirt. When he shrugged the fabric off his broad shoulders, I audibly gasped, thoroughly intimidated by the sheer sight of his heavily muscled, fiercely sculpted physique. He had huge, bulging biceps, a wide, puffy chest, and deeply carved, rock-hard abs that flexed with his every movement. Half-naked, he looked even taller, wider, and infinitely more dangerous.

I instinctively brought my trembling hands up to cross over my bare chest, desperately trying to cover my exposed breasts, and tightly pressed my bare thighs completely together. But I felt even more insanely timid and terrified when his hands boldly moved down to his waist, quickly unbuttoning and unzipping his dark trousers.

I gulped heavily, my heart pounding violently against my ribcage. As his trousers and underwear dropped to the floor, my eyes widened in sheer, unadulterated shock as they landed directly on his incredibly thick, heavy cock. His large penis was heavily veined and terrifyingly massive, hanging heavily between his muscular thighs. But what made the breath completely leave my lungs was the sharp glint of metal; gleaming distinctly against his skin was a thick silver piercing struck straight through the sensitive head of his cock.

"You… have… a piercing??" The stunned words hung weakly in my mouth, my mind unable to fully process the daunting reality of his massive size and the intimidating metal ring.

Roman just smirked darkly, completely unapologetic about his intimidating anatomy. He casually turned slightly, opened the nightstand drawer, and took out a small foil condom packet, tossing it carelessly onto the mattress right next to my hip.

He moved instantly, placing one heavy knee onto the very edge of the mattress and aggressively grabbing both of my bare ankles. I felt insanely nervous, my entire body trembling violently as he swiftly undid the straps of my white heels and pulled them off my feet, tossing them aside. He was so incredibly big, and staring up at his heavily muscled body and the terrifying thickness of his pierced cock, I honestly didn’t know how my small body would ever be able to take him and bear the pain.

Without warning, he violently pulled me closer to him by my hips, dragging my body down the mattress. I felt the intricate bun in my hair completely messing up, the pins digging into my scalp against the smooth satin bed sheets. Pinning me firmly to the mattress, he hovered heavily over me, his hot mouth crashing down to claim mine in pure, unrestrained urgency. I felt his large, rough hand gently cupping my jaw, holding my head in place as his tongue aggressively plunged into my mouth, kissing me with a brutal, consuming heat. I instinctively stretched my body out, letting out a muffled gasp against his lips as I felt the terrifyingly hot, hard length of his cock pressing firmly against the outside of my wet pussy.

My breathing had turned insanely shaky, and my heartbeats were racing wild with a chaotic mix of intense emotions. I was deeply scared, fiercely nervous, totally confused, and hopelessly aroused all at once. Trapped completely beneath his heavy frame, I felt like a tiny, fragile little kitten, entirely at the total mercy of a predator, utterly vulnerable and about to be fucked brutally without a single ounce of mercy.

I suddenly moaned loudly directly into his mouth when I felt his skilled, dominant fingers quickly slip beneath the delicate lace edge of my panties. He didn't hesitate. His rough finger expertly pushed past the fabric and directly touched my swollen clit before slowly slipping deep inside my wet vagina. I instantly pulled my knees up, violently forcing my toes into the soft mattress with sheer anticipation and shock. The intense, highly electric touch of his thick finger inside my tight pussy felt insanely foreign and overwhelming to my sensitive skin.

He suddenly broke the bruising kiss, pausing his aggressive movements. Staring down at my flushed face with dark, calculating eyes, he asked in a slow, highly demanding voice, "Are you on birth control?"

Snapping my eyes completely open, I looked up into his intense gaze and slowly shook my head. My mind briefly, painfully flashed back to Pierce. Pierce and I hadn't even talked about such intimate realities much. He was primarily invested in his deceptive, flowery lies about our fake future together. I could not believe he had so easily cheated on me. Was there truly something so deeply wrong with me?

Roman's harsh words suddenly violently ripped me out of my painful thoughts.

"So, Pierce was planning to get you pregnant already," he spat out, his strong jaw tightly clenched.

My brows instantly thinned in confusion, and I could feel the hot, embarrassed redness rushing up to burn my cheeks. His tone was instantly laced with ugly, bitter hatred and an intense, possessive jealousy. I did not know the full history between them, but I could physically feel the absolute, raw hatred he harbored toward Pierce radiating from his every pore.

Without waiting for me to say another single word, Roman suddenly sat up on his knees. I shivered violently when he swiftly hooked his thick fingers firmly into the lace of my panties and pulled them all the way down my legs, tossing the delicate fabric entirely off the bed in one swift, aggressive move. Exposing me completely to his hungry gaze, he didn't even bother to look at my face for a single moment. He quickly grabbed the foil packet from the sheets, ripped it open with his teeth, and efficiently rolled the tight latex condom completely down over his massive, heavily pierced cock.

Grabbing both of my thighs, he forcefully widened my bare legs apart. He moved back between them, hovering dominantly over my fragile frame once again. With a slow, deliberate thrust of his hips, he purposefully positioned the thick, hard head of his length directly against the slick, wet opening of my vagina, the cold metal of his piercing pressing dangerously against my highly sensitive flesh.

As he hovered over me, a suffocating wave of tightness and sheer fear violently gripped my chest, leaving me trembling, completely paralyzed by not knowing how to tell him that I was still a virgin.