Chapter 5 A Desperate Bargain. (18+)

Aurora's POV, 5.

"I want revenge!" The words cracked as I forced them out, my breath hitching in my throat. "I want my family to pay for taking away everything..."

A sob threatened to bubble up, the raw pain a physical thing. I scrubbed at my eyes, desperate to keep the tears at bay. Not now. Not here. Then, I pull up my wedding gown a little and practically ran towards him. My legs trembled, each step a battle against my own fear.

I knelt, the rough carpet digging into my knees. I placed my hands on his broad thighs, the fabric of his expensive suit.

Yes. This was it. My only way. Using his power, his connections... his wealth. For my own selfish reasons, absolutely.

Suddenly, he cupped my jaw in his hand, the touch surprisingly gentle. He tilted my head up, forcing me to meet his gaze. His eyes... they were intense, searching.

I could feel fear tightening in my belly, the kind that's deep and utterly primal.

This... this was the first time I'd truly seen a man's eyes, looked into them this deeply. And... God, I was totally charged up. It was as if an odd sensation surged through me.

Through my entire relationship with Richard, the man my I have only loved, I never felt this way. Not even close.

He spoke, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through me. "Revenge, you say? Honestly, whatever you dealt with at your family's place doesn't matter anymore. You're married! Move on from that!"

My insides were a tangled mess. I wanted to scream, to rage, but the words wouldn't come. All I could manage was a pathetic, trembling, "Please..."

His eyes stayed locked on mine, like he was trying to see right through me. " Fine! You're my wife now. My responsibility," he said. His voice was like ice, no warmth, just... distant. "If you do as I say, then you'll get your revenge."

Revenge. That was the only thing keeping me going, the only reason I'm kneeling on front of him. But the thought of achieving it like this... It felt dirty, wrong. Like I was sacrificing myself piece by piece. Still, what choice did I have? He knew I would do anything, and I knew it too.

"Yes... yes, yes... I'll do anything," I blurted out. The words tumbled over each other, desperate and ugly. I hated the sound of my own voice.

My hands, shaking so badly I could barely feel them, moved to his belt. Slowly, I started to undo the buckle. He didn't move, didn't say anything, just watched. His eyes felt like a weight on me, heavy and judging. Each click of the metal felt like another piece of me breaking off. The air was thick, suffocating. I could feel him watching, waiting... and I knew, with a sick certainty, that this was just the beginning. The price of revenge was going to be a lot higher than I ever imagined.

The buckle clicked open, and as I finished turning his belt, I felt the hard ridge pressing against his pants. It felt... huge.

Just seeing the outline made my breath catch. I remembered how it felt inside me, that stretching, intense pleasure.

My body started to ache with need, a deep, familiar hunger. My pu**y throbbed, begging for him.

My fingers trembled as I reached for his zipper. When I pulled it down, he sprang free. It was even bigger than I remembered, thick and heavy. I could almost measure it against my forearm.

Suddenly, his hand was in my hair, gathering it in his large palm. There was no hesitation in his eyes. He pulled me closer, guiding my face to his c**k. I started moving, slowly at first, then with more urgency, feeling the heat and the power of his c**ck against my lips.

The rubbing was getting intense. I could feel him, hard against me, and a little bit of wetness. He was grinding against my face, teasing my lips. I opened my mouth, and he slowly slid in. Not all the way at first, like he was savoring the moment.

I breathed him in, his scent filling me. Then, slowly, he pressed me further, filling my mouth completely. I felt the weight and size of his c**ck . I gagged a little, my breath catching.

"Come on," he moaned, his voice thick with desire. "Suck on it... don't stop... ahhh!"

He kept thrusting, and with his other hand, he pulled my gown down to my waist. I felt a sting as he started slapping my behind, so rough that my pu**y was dripping wet.

"Um...ahhh.. um..." I managed, a moan muffled around his c**ck as I sucked.

Suddenly, he pulled away.

"Touch it," he commanded, his voice low and rough. "As hard as you can, girl."

I didn't hesitate. I wrapped my hand around his co**k and stroked him, as hard as he wanted.

"Ahh goddammit... come on, harder, harder..." he groaned.

I could feel he was close.

Then, he pushed me back down, taking me in his mouth again. He exploded inside me, a rush of warmth and sensation.

"Don't you spill it out..." he commanded, his voice husky and strained.

I swallowed, my eyes locked on his. A strange mix of surrender and power washed over me. In that moment.

I could still taste his c*m in my mouth, the warmth lingering long after he exploded inside me. I barely had a moment to collect myself when he suddenly shifted in his wheelchair. The movement caught me off guard, and before I knew it, I was tumbling to the ground. Pain shot through my body, but I couldn't bring myself to say a word.

"Ahhh..." I let out a low sound, hardly a whisper.

He didn't even glance back, his focus somewhere else entirely, like my pain didn't exist. "Aurora, what do you even expect?" I thought bitterly.

All of a sudden, he started to slide his cock back into his pants, pulling his trousers up from where they'd dropped to his knees. He fastened his belt too, making sure everything looked exactly as it did before I had sucked him.

He rolled towards the door, his hand poised on the handle, his tone as serious as ever. "Sleep early. We'd be heading home first thing tomorrow morning. I expect no mistakes!"

His words felt like a punch to the gut, and before I could muster a response, he rolled away, leaving me behind.

How did he end up in that wheelchair? I wondered, casting a glance over my shoulder but daring not to ask him.

I picked myself up, wiping my hands on my dress, the embarrassment and pain mingling in a heavy knot in my stomach. I headed straight for the bathroom, desperate to wash away what just happened. The cool water splashed my face, but I felt anything but refreshed.

As I looked in the mirror, I realized I didn't have any clothes to change into. Frustration bubbled up inside me. Maybe I could at least ask for something to wear. Would that be too much?

I sighed, taking a deep breath to steady myself. I didn't know what I was going to say, but I had to try.