Chapter 6

Six

Please be a suite with more than one bed. Hell, at least have a pull-out couch.

I open the door to our hotel room provided by Haruaki and groan. Of fucking course it's a basic room with a king-size bed.

The man has whole-ass penthouse suites, but he gives us this basic-ass room. He did it on purpose. He doesn't want me to ignore my wife.

"Looks nice," Nikita says as she brushes by me.

Stepping into the room, I toss the key onto the dresser. "How are you so calm about this?" I demand as I start pulling off my tie.

I expected her to spit in Haruaki's face over this. Only she didn't. She was back to the submissive woman I took possession of a year ago. Not a single sign of the viper I know she can be.

Nikita shrugs. "It's our wedding night. It's to be expected."

I scoff, turning away from her. She's got that carefully constructed mask back in place. I hate it. I fucking hate when she shows me nothing. I would rather her throw jabs at me until she's blue in the face than deal with this ice princess thing she has going on.

It's with that realization that I freeze. I miss her sass. Fuck, this isn't good. I can't miss anything about this woman.

Then again, I did claim her. Not just in front of everyone but privately too. I shouldn't have gotten possessive like that, but hearing her say she's been banging my men made me see red.

I know it can't be true. My men aren't that stupid. The only ones I have on her are ones I trust.

Then again, she is a little minx. I'm sure she could seduce a man easily. What is it Tris called her?

Femme fatale.

He's not wrong.

I growl as I finish taking my tie off.

I was hoping to slink back to my apartment and drink a fifth of Jameson to forget this night.

Now Haruaki expects us to consummate our fucking sham of a marriage.

Dropping my tie on the dresser, I undo the top button of my dress shirt and can finally take my first real breath of the day. Nikita clears her throat, and I turn around.

"Motherfucker!" I look up at the ceiling. "What the fuck are you doing, Nikita?"

While I was facing away from her, Nikita took the opportunity to take off her dress, leaving her in nothing but a tiny pair of panties. Even though I only got a quick glimpse, I saw what I needed to see to confirm what I'd known.

Her breasts aren't overly large but fit her body type, and her hips slightly flare out.

My dick is begging to be let out, but this isn't that kind of marriage. I won't fuck a woman who doesn't want me. Sure, Nikita would be willing, but she wouldn't be soaking for me. Her body wouldn't be pleading for me to bring it pleasure.

I won't touch her when I know she hates me.

I see her frown out of the corner of my eye. "I thought this is what you wanted? Are we not to have sex?"

"Where did you get that idea?"

"Haruaki said we had to consummate the marriage, so that's what we will do. I thought we did everything he said?"

I laugh awkwardly. Unfucking-believable.

I drop my eyes to meet hers but stop myself from looking lower. "We're not sleeping together."

"No one said anything about sleeping. From what I understand, fucking has very little to do with actual sleeping. I mean, unless you are having a problem getting it up? I mean, I know I'm not perfect, but I have been told I am attractive from others."

I growl at the thought of someone telling her that. This woman lives to drive me insane, and I just tied myself to her for the rest of our long lives.

Sighing, I pinch the bridge of my nose. "Can you put some clothes on, please?"

Nikita steps away, and as she walks to the bathroom, my eyes fall to her perky ass.

I'm an ass man, and she's got the perfect kind, so sue me.

Nikita comes out as she ties the robe closed.

"Better?"

"How can you be so calm about this? Fuck, sometimes I swear you're made of ice."

"Well, I was raised in the cold…"

"D-did you just make a joke?"

Nikita shrugs as she crosses her arms.

"I don't understand what the problem is," she says.

I point between us. "This isn't real. I married you to keep you alive, which you haven't even thanked me for. Hell, we don't even like each other and yet you think we'd have sex? I'm not in the business of having sex with a woman who is reluctant. That's not my kink."

"We're married."

"It's fake!" I explode. "This is a sham of a marriage. We are not fucking. Jesus fuck."

"But it's how things are done." She says it so calmly.

It only makes me want to lash out more. What the fuck did she endure that made her think that it is okay for a man to have sex with her whether she wants to or not? That's not to say she wouldn't be willing. She's more than willing to spread her legs on that bed for me right now. Willing and desire are two different things, though.

I take a deep breath and try to rein in my temper. "You're right. This is a tale as old as time, but it isn't real, and we aren't going to magically fall in love in the end. You need to understand that now."

"I don't believe in love, so that isn't an issue for me."

"Jesus Christ, I need a drink," I mutter as I rub my face. "Look, this marriage is just for show. The only time I will touch you or kiss you will be when others are around. Otherwise we will just coexist around each other, understood?"

Nikita nods. "Of course."

"Good. I expect you to remain faithful as I will you. This might not be ideal for us, but I won't go back on my vows. You won't either. If you take on a lover, I will kill them with my bare hands. Understood?"

She nods. "I understand. If you must take a lover, I will not cause issues."

I move toward her, cupping her face. "Did you not hear what I just said, or are you just that dense? I don't know what you grew up in, but in this family, we are faithful. We do not cheat. Even if this isn't a real marriage, I made those vows for real. You are it for the rest of my life as I am yours. God willing, we both live a long, healthy life."

A little line forms between her eyebrows. "Yet you won't have sex with me. So you want a celibate life?"

"It doesn't matter what I want. It's what is going to happen." I rub my forehead. "Now what are we going to do about this sheet situation? Because honestly, I have nothing. Hell, I don't even know why he wants them."

Nikita looks away from me as we both think about the situation we find ourselves in.

Finally, she looks back at me, and her blue eyes are colder than usual.

"I'll take care of it, but you need to leave while I do."

I snort. "As if I can just leave. I'm ninety percent sure he probably has a man out in the hall waiting for one of us to make our escape."

She sighs. "I need something to…"

Her hesitation has me curious.

When I don't speak, she frowns at me. "Penetrate."

My eyes widen slightly.

Oh.

Oh.

Fuck.

I seethe moment when what I said hits him.

Yeah, idiot. I need something to break my cherry since you won't.

That shouldn't bother me, but it does.

I don't want to have sex with him. At least, I think I don't, yet it still bothers me that he doesn't want to have sex with me.

Not only that, but he expects me to believe he will be living a celibate life? I'm not a moron, but I'll let him believe I am for now.

"I can try with my fingers, but I'm not sure it will be enough."

Declan narrows his eyes. "Enough for what?"

I refuse to be embarrassed about this, so I put it bluntly. "To break my hymen."

Declan freezes.

"You're a virgin?" he asks.

I nod slowly.

He curses, turning away from me.

He looks back for a moment before cursing again.

"If my fingers won't work, I can try to find something in this room to do it with."

His eyes widen. "No. Absolutely not. Do you know how dangerous it is to stick foreign objects inside your pussy? Even worse, that they are items in a hotel room that is full of germs. No, that won't do."

He mutters to himself a few times before turning back to me.

"I don't want to force you to do anything you don't want to do. I won't have sex with you because I know you don't want to have sex with me. However, if you are willing, I could help you. With my fingers at least. They are a bit longer than yours. It would hurt, but I'll try to make it pleasurable for you."

My stomach does that weird feeling again. The one that makes me want to be sick, but not in that bad way.

"Okay," I mutter.

He rubs his hand down his face before moving toward the bed.

"Robe and panties off. If we are going to do this, we need to make it count. The sheets have to be messy."

I nod once, taking the robe off and dropping it to the floor before pushing my panties down.

Declan looks pained as he looks at me briefly before pushing me back toward the bed. He stops me, pulling the blankets back, leaving the top sheet in place.

"Climb on, legs open. I'm going to be as respectful as I can."

I'm confused by him. Why does he care about being respectful? Something about this is throwing me off. He's not the violent, possessive man from downstairs. Instead, he's gentle. Almost caring.

That can't be true, though. He hates me. I hate him.

So why is he looking at me with regret?

Ignoring the feelings it's invoking inside me, I lay back on the bed, a pillow under my head. Then I spread my legs.

It's cold in here. My nipples are pebbled. I want to pull the blanket up, but I don't move.

This is it. What my sister warned me about. I need to stay still and let him do whatever he wants to me and hope he gets off quickly.

I wonder if he really won't have sex with me. My sister always said that men were insatiable. They are beasts who cannot control their urges.

I brace myself for the beast, but instead, a light touch is between my legs.

I look down to find Declan lightly brushing over my center.

He looks up at me, asking with his eyes if this is okay. I nod to him even though I don't know why he doesn't just take me like he wants to. Like most men would.

I figured he would go right to thrusting his fingers inside of me, but he doesn't. He starts with light touches outside first, brushing my clit, making my body heat.

The feeling from earlier? It's back tenfold. I wasn't sure then, but I know now that I was turned on as I am now.

I didn't expect this. Galinia always said it wasn't pleasurable, but I kind of like the feelings he is giving me.

He pinches my clit, and I gasp.

Okay, more than kind of. This feels amazing.

I can feel myself growing slick from his ministrations. I don't focus on it, though. Instead, I let myself get lost in the pleasure he is giving me.

Then I feel it. A small prod at my hole, only his other hand is still strumming my clit. A little pressure, and I feel full.

Looking down, he's looking back at me. He's studying me as he moves only a fraction of a finger inside of me. It burns, but it feels good too.

I'm so confused, but I don't want him to stop.

I moan as he pinches my clit a second time. He smirks as he presses in further with his finger.

Then he stops.

"Fuck, I can feel it."

He presses on it, making me feel pressure down there. I jerk a little.

He frowns. "Are you okay? I promise after the hurt is gone, I will make you feel amazing. I know this isn't ideal, but I won't let this be a negative memory for you."

In that moment, I let the walls fall away. I let myself have this one moment. He might be acting now, but hopefully he lets me have this like he says.

Something to cling to over the years.

He must see something change in my face because he growls.

"A slight pinch, mo chroí. Then it will all be okay. Promise."

I have no idea what he called me, but he doesn't give me a chance to ask.

He doesn't hesitate. He punches his finger forward, breaking the last shred of evidence of my innocence.

For a brief moment, panic fills me as I fist the sheets underneath me. I have held on to this piece of me for so long that I feel naked without it. I feel the safety it once provided me slip away.

In the next instance, I'm brought back to the present. My fears dashed away as his fingers work my clit harder, and another finger is still within me.

The pain is mixed with pleasure, and soon, I feel myself chasing something. So much so my body is moving on its own, grinding against him.

He takes that as his cue as he begins moving his finger inside of me once more.

"That's right. Make yourself feel good. Use me, wife," he murmurs, his eyes on mine.

Then I feel like my mind goes blank as my body spasms around him. A moan falls from my lips. His name coming right after. My back arches, and I'm in heaven. Bliss.

Then my eyes flutter open, finding him still between my legs, only this time with a wet cloth as he cleans me.

"Go take a shower. I'll take care of the sheets," he whispers.

I nod, moving to stand.

He catches me when I wobble.

Chuckling, he waits for my legs to cooperate.

"It was good then?" he teases.

I narrow my eyes at him. "It was decent."

I don't miss the flinch in his eyes, but I don't concern myself with it. Instead, I shut myself in the bathroom, holding my hand to my chest.

Fuck.

That wasn't what I was warned about.

That felt good.

Damn good.

Addicting even.

I'm in trouble.