Page 68 of Save You
“Congratulations, Mr and Mrs Lawrence!” my grandfather speaks first. “Enjoy your first night as man and wife.”
He then leans in to hug me with parental affection, leaving me feeling green with both nausea and anger. Not that he notices my abhorrence over his touch. He returns inside soon after, already with a self-congratulatory cigar poking out of his mouth.
“Enjoy her, son,” Oliver’s father says with a grim smirk on his face, “I know I would!”
He laughs like the smarmy creep that he is. Oliver replies with a sneer that he doesn’t even bother to try and cover up before his parents.
“Don’t be scared, my darling,” his mother whispers, “the first time is always nerve-wracking, but then you can enjoy yourself!”
The poor woman has no idea that I am most definitely not a virgin, nor does she realize how much I despise her son.
“Right, we’re going now. Mother, Father,” he says by means of goodbye before practically shoving me inside of the car.
The ride home is both silent and uncomfortable. I had expected him to be trying to rip my clothes and self-respect away the moment he had closed the door, but instead, he has kept his hand firmly on my thigh, obviously biding his time until we are home. When we do get home, guards line a walkway up toward the door, allowing him to pick me up and carry me over the threshold as he acts the romantic newlywed. However, once inside he doesn’t put me down, instead, he marches us straight for the bedroom where he kicks the door closed and places me in front of my dressing table.
At first, I don’t know what to do, so decide to run through the usual nightly routine of taking off jewelry and other such nonsense. However, before I can remove my earrings, I feel his warm hands running over the tops of my arms and his mouth leaving a trail of kisses against my neck.
Initially, it’s soft and almost gentlemanly, so much so, I’m a little taken aback by how restrained he’s being. Moments later, however, he steps up closer and thrusts his hardness against my back, and the sound of my zip being pulled down has me trembling.
“Don’t be afraid of me, Beth,” he whispers, even though I can feel the air hitting the wounds left behind after he struck me only a week ago. “I’ve thought about being rough with you, making you pay, but instead,” he pauses as I catch his dark smile in the reflection of the mirror, “I’m going to make this so good for you that you come all over me. Then you will be mine, reallymine! And Fenton will be truly out of your head and out of your body.”
Before he can see the tears escaping down my cheeks, he spins me around and starts to kiss my mouth deeply, urgently, and primally, soon becoming more and more like an animal losing its self-control. He literally rips at my dress and my underwear so that I am naked before him. I am then swept up and thrown onto our bed, where he proceeds to consummate our marriage in every conceivable way.
Contrary to what he told himself, he didn’t bring me anywhere near to climaxing with him; I was numb to it all. However, he was right about one thing, all memories of Xander have been ripped away as I am left feeling nothing but the guilt of this night all over me. I mentally let Xander go, inwardly telling him to move on from me. I wish for him to forget about me, and find someone he can love without apology.
Oliver Lawrence now owns me!