•Dahlia•
"Is this what you wanted?" River snarled, thrusting into my crevice with vigor.
'No' was at the tip of my tongue that I was biting down. But my body screamed 'yes' as I arched my back, nails clawing into the sweat and cum stained sheets.
"Are you enjoying this, Dahlia? Was it worth it?" River fisted my voluminous silver-colored hair, using the grip to pull me up.
My back, marred with countless whip scars, was pressed against River's front.
His broad chest was firm and muscular, and the friction between our two bodies made my core pulse with desire. I swallowed a moan as River quickened his pace, ramming me like he wanted to fuck me to death.
He indeed wanted me dead. All his actions since the day we got married two years ago was proof of this fact.
Although, hitting me in private and humiliating me in public were different from fucking me.
Here on his bed that I have never lied before tonight, his shaft buried inside me, my incoming climax that displayed how much my body appreciated his movements; all of this was the highest form of torture to me.
"Speak to me, Dahlia. You've wanted this for a long time, haven't you? You've been biding for this moment, right? How does it feel? Are you enjoying yourself?"
River's voice was coated in mania. The hairs on the back of my neck stood erect as his lips closely hovered above my skin.
"Are you proud of yourself?" he whispered softly. I almost fell for the tender act. Almost.
But I ended up whimpering in response, and River went utterly mad by my lack of words. He tightened his grip on my hair and grabbed my throat from behind, seizing my right to breathe properly.
Then he began to thrust deeper and faster, unrestrained. I couldn't bite down on my tongue anymore.
"Ahhh…" A moan slipped out. Then came the gasps and screams. I couldn't stop the verbal reactions. All sense of control evaded me.
'It hurts so good.' I thought shamelessly.
How could something so painful feel so pleasurable? I despised River with all my heart, so why was I enjoying this? Why was I grinding against him unabashed, yearning for more?
We weren't soul mates. I wasn't obliged to find reason and affection in his actions. He was just a man that my parents forced me to marry because my status and beauty were well-matched with his.
I had no business enjoying his touch, as forceful and aggressive as they were. So why was I?
Was I craving the warm skin contact that I've never shared with anyone in my life? Or was I just a slut for abuse?
The latter stood true.
"How did you do it, Dahlia? Who helped you?" River demanded answers as he fucked me. Though he sounded clear-headed, I knew he was not.
The aphrodisiac I fed him had taken effect a long time ago.
He wanted to know who helped me? Who else but my biggest backers? My oh so loving father and my caring mother.
I couldn't escape their order this time. For two years, River has never touched me intimately. The entire pack was aware of our dysfunctional union.
They had all witnessed River's father blackmailing him with his late mother to marry me.
'What would your mother think of you in her grave seeing how you've disregarded her wish to see you with the most capable woman in the pack?'
Michael Everett mindfucked his son into marrying me. While my parents threatened to sell me off as the third wife to the old and overweight alpha of Mountain Top Pack in the north if I refused to marry River.
Neither of us had a choice. But after marrying me, River's pool of choices expanded. Whereas, my right to freedom died the moment I became his wife and Luna of Night Garden Pack.
I had to be the perfect luna. I had to be the perfect daughter. I had to be the perfect wife. All of this at the expense of my own happiness.
Two years of mental and physical abuse I've suffered in River's hands. With nothing to show for it in the eyes of the pack members.
I was a good luna to them, but a bad wife to their alpha. They believed I was not fulfilling my duty as his wife properly. Why? Because we had no children. There was no one to call the future alpha of Night Garden Pack.
My worth was reduced to not being able to get my husband to love me and bear his pup.
"Which one of the dishes did you add it to?" River questioned from behind me.
"The wine…" I exhaled through my mouth.
My parents assured me that the drug was synthesized by the finest hands. Made to be tasteless and deadly.
I dissolved it in red wine and served it to River alongside his favorite foods. I watched him gulp it down in between eating. I watched him stagger while rising up from the dining chair when he was full.
I helped him navigate to the room to 'rest.' Then I took off my clothes and climbed on top of him.
It was too late for him to resist me. In addition to the aphrodisiac, I was a beautiful woman with a stunning body. My only physical flaw was the map of punishment on my back.
And that was the only part of me River was willing to look at.
"You bitch!" River stopped thrusting, then flipped me around so he could look at my face.
The lighting in the room was dim, but I could make out my husband's facial features clearly. His amber eyes that were usually indifferent burned with contempt and desire for me now. His black hair was disheveled with many strands sticking to his glistening forehead.
I could count the throbbing veins on his defined jawline and temples. Goddess, the man was handsome. More so now that he was tainted with obscene lust.
His grip on my throat grew firmer, turning me light-headed with the little allowance I was given to breathe.
"Dahlia," he called, "why did you do this?"
His voice was so gentle. He sounded like he was giving me the chance to come clean. To tell him that I was threatened into doing this. He sounded like he was giving me a choice.
But he wasn't. No matter my answer, I would still be trapped in this suffocating marriage. His knowledge of my tied hands wouldn't change the reality of the things I've done.
So I leaned closer, ensuring that our faces were less than an inch apart. If I were to tilt my head a bit, our lips would touch. But I didn't.
Instead, I let my breath fan his face. I narrowed my crystal blue eyes into seductive slits and wore an inviting smile on my swollen lips.
"Why?" he asked again, displaying a rare unguarded expression.
My voice dropped to a whisper as I said, "Because I wanted to."
I watched as the vulnerable look on his face contorted to a loathful one as he processed my response.
"I knew it." His voice changed, then he flipped me around again, probably fed up with staring at my face.
I felt him slowly slide his shaft out from my insides, and I was thankful that the gratifying torment was coming to an end. I almost sighed out in relief.
The sigh turned into a scream as River shoved his rod back into my core at a go with no warning.
"You'll regret this." River said with a vengeful tone as he fucked me at an uneven and rapid pace, rearranging my insides with his cock.
But the joke was on him. I'd lost the ability to feel regret a long time ago. I couldn't care less about my fate since it'd been sealed the day we got married.
River was going to be the one who would regret this. And everything else he has done to me.
That, I was going to make sure of.