Claiming His Bride

POV Raina

He scooped me into his arms, carrying me bridal style away from the living room and into the dark, expansive hotel room. The heavy oak door kicked shut behind us with a solid, echoing thud. My body burned. A wet, throbbing anticipation drowned out every rational thought in my spinning head. The mix of tequila and whatever else was in my system erased all my inhibitions. I just wanted his skin on mine. I needed the relentless ache between my legs to stop driving me insane.

"Now, I can fuck you however I want because you are now my wife, princess."

His voice was a gravelly rumble against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. He carried me across the plush carpet and forcefully launched me onto the center of the massive king-sized bed. I bounced on the mattress, gasping for air as he immediately hovered over me. He traced my lips with his thumb, then trailed his hot mouth down my neck. His electric touches sent my clouded mind into a chaotic zigzag of sheer pleasure and intoxicating confusion.

"I love your fucking body, wifey."

His large hands grabbed the hem of my crumpled black dress. He pulled the fabric all the way up to my waist, exposing my bare, slick core to the cool air of the room. I shivered under his intense gaze.

"I couldn't wait to get you here so I can taste your cunt from the chopper. I want to make it memorable for you."

His explicit, filthy words shocked me like a live wire. A fresh jolt of liquid heat shot straight down to my center. He did not hesitate. He buried his face between my thighs and pressed his mouth directly against my dripping folds. My back arched off the sheets. His tongue lashed at my clit, relentless and demanding, drawing a loud, broken moan from my throat.

"Beg for it, wifey."

He spoke the demand against my soaked skin. His long fingers slid deep inside my slick pussy. He pumped his fingers in and out, pressing his palm hard against my swollen clit with every thrust. I became a thrashing, breathless mess on the sheets. I opened my mouth to form words, to plead, but only loud moans escaped. The intense buildup I felt earlier on the helicopter rushed back, multiplying in raw intensity.

He pulled his wet fingers out of my dripping core and brought them up to my mouth.

"Lick it with the tip of your tongue."

I obeyed, sheepishly darting my tongue out to taste my own musky saltiness off his skin.

He stripped off his clothes in a fast blur of motion. He knelt between my legs, pressing a broad hand against my wet folds to coat himself in my slickness. With one brutal, unhesitating thrust, he buried his thick, rock-hard cock all the way inside me. The breath vanished from my lungs. He broke past my barrier, taking my virginity and filling me so deep my mind went blank for a crucial second. The dull, echoing ache from the initial penetration flared up, but the intense heat of arousal quickly overpowered it.

"So fucking perfect."

The thick veins on his neck strained as he began pulling in and out. He stretched my tight walls to their breaking point. I gasped into the kiss as he captured my lips, his thrusts driving deep into my aching core. My loud, echoing moans filled the room. I did not care who heard us fucking in the quiet penthouse.

He grabbed my hips and pulled me up. He situated himself on his knees and positioned me to ride atop him. I clenched tight around his thick dick. The initial sting melted away, replaced by a heavy, addictive friction.

"I'm going to fill you up, Princess. I can feel you clenching on my dick."

His massive hands gripped my ass cheeks tight. He plunged his cock deep upward, rocking my hips against his. Mind-numbing pleasure sprayed onto every single inch of my nervous system. He lowered his head, grazing his teeth against my neck and sucking hard on my breast. My hips swiveled on their own, chasing the overwhelming sensation. Each deep thrust was a massive wave crashing over my raw nerves.

The rhythm shifted. His thrusts turned feral and unyielding. The deep, heavy slaps of skin against skin echoed through the dark room. I started to shake beneath him. I screamed as the climax ripped through me, tight and shattering. We came together. I dragged him into a wild, shaking high, feeling his hot semen pumping deep inside my pussy.

We stayed tangled like that, gasping for air in the quiet room. But he did not stop there. A few minutes later, his cock twitched back to life inside me. He fucked me relentless the entire night. He flipped me over, taking me from every angle, burying himself inside me until the dark hours blurred into an exhausted, dreamless sleep.

Morning slammed into me with the cruelty of blinding sunlight. The harsh rays pierced through the floor-to-ceiling windows and stabbed directly into my eyes. A splitting, nauseating headache made my vision swim. As my heavy eyelids fluttered open, the room screamed old money and expensive cologne.

Then the panic hit. It struck my chest like a physical punch.

I was naked, sore between my thighs, and tangled in pristine white sheets. A heavy-set man lay asleep beside me. A stranger. The stark reality of my actions crashed down on my hungover brain. I was terrified. I could not even bear to turn my head and look at his face. I did not want to know the identity of the man who had just claimed me.

I forced myself to sit up. A sharp, stinging pain shot between my legs. It was a deep, humiliating physical reminder of the brutal, uninhibited sex from the night before. Everything down there felt swollen and tender. The ache in my thighs was sharp and deep.

Shaking, I scrambled off the bed. I scanned the floor and spotted my crumpled black dress. I grabbed it and pulled it over my head. The expensive fabric now reeked of cheap bar smoke, stale sweat, and rough sex. I located my heels lying on their sides near the door and hobbled toward the heavy oak exit, wincing with every painful step. I forced myself to stand tall even though I wanted to curl into a tiny ball and disappear.

What the hell happened last night?

My mind scrambled for fragments. I remembered the rush of winning the race against Kael. I remembered the deafening roar of the crowd, heading to a crowded bar to celebrate. There were a couple of guys approaching me, pool tables, laughter. I remembered ordering tequila.

After that, nothing. A terrifying blackout.

I found my designer purse sitting by the couch, slung it over my bare shoulder, and fled the penthouse room. I did not look back a single time. I did not want to wake him, hear him speak, or give him a chance to remember me. I sprinted to the parking garage, ignoring the painful trembling in my legs. I found my car and drove back to my own hotel, gripping the leather steering wheel like a pale ghost.

I made it back to my suite without stopping to catch my breath. Desperate to scrub away the lingering confusion and the heavy, musky scent of his sweat and semen on my skin, I practically ripped my clothes off. I stepped straight into the scalding hot shower.

The hot water beat down on my back. I scrubbed at my arms, my chest, trying to erase the ghost of his hands touching every inch of my body. But as I splashed water on my face, something heavy and cold clicked sharp against my cheekbone.

I froze. My stomach dropped into a bottomless abyss.

Slowly, with trembling hands, I stared down at my left hand.

I was wearing a ring.

It was not some cheap, plastic costume jewelry from a Vegas souvenir shop. It was a sparkling, immense diamond rock. It shone under the bathroom lights with blinding clarity. It looked like a massive financial commitment, permanence, and possibly a felony.

"What the fuck?"

My voice cracked over the loud sound of rushing water.

I yanked the shower curtain open. Dripping wet and shivering, I stepped out and closely examined the flawless diamond under the harsh vanity lights. My fingers shook as I turned the ring around, trying to figure out if it was real. It looked expensive.

My mind remained a blank slate. There was zero memory of a proposal. There was no memory of a neon chapel, a priest, or even a kiss at an altar.

I scrambled for my clothes, pulling them over my wet skin. A desperate, wild urge to run back and find him clawed at my throat. I needed to fix this, to undo whatever mistake I had made. But a chilling realization stopped me dead in my tracks.

There was no trail to follow.

I did not know his hotel room number. I had not checked the floor of the penthouse. I did not know his name. I did not even know his goddamn face. If I walked past my supposed husband in the lobby right now, I would not recognize the man who had just taken my virginity and tied me to him forever.

"Fuck me."

I whispered the words to the empty bathroom, gripping my pounding temple. I remembered nothing.