Breeding My Husband's Bride: Ruined On Our Wedding Night

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gold accents, and a live orchestra played softly beneath the domed ceiling of the exclusive ballroom. Champagne flowed like water, and the

est after guest offered congratulations. Silas's hand rested on hers-c

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man will share a da

quiet as he approached, all 6'4" of raw power wrapped in tailored black. His

his large, t

nd smooth, a hint of mockery curl

ir skin touched, electricity shot straight between her legs. Silas gav

r onto the

possessively on the small of her back, fingers splayed wide. The heat of his palm burned through the thin silk of he

shell of her ear as they turned. His voice was velvet and gravel, m

ral for the watching crowd, but her body betrayed her.

whispered, a

her full breasts brushed his hard chest. His hand s

our eyes meet." His breath was hot against her neck. "Tell me... is that tight little virgin cunt wet right

r escaped her throat. She

in, his muscular thigh pressing briefly b

las fucks like a machine-cold, mechanical, and quick. You need to be ruined, baby. Pinned d

, feeling the solid muscle beneath his tuxedo. His hand

"But only I'm going to be the one who owns them. Only I'm going to stretc

at his words. Fresh wet

just enough to look into her wide, dazed hazel

corner of his mouth lifting in a cruel smirk. "But we bot

ive stroke. Then he walked away, leaving Liora standing on the dance floor-br

ed to reclaim

as already burning