Bride Without A Groom; An Affair For My Sinful Desires.

Author's POV.

"What the hell do you think you just did, Jack? That's my wife you just killed!" Alex bellowed, his eyes turning red as his heart raced as if he had seen a deadly animal before him.

"I...I am sorry. I didn't mean to shoot her...I am not a killer," Jack stuttered, looking at his blood-covered hands, the very blood he had been scared of dipping his hands into all these years.

His lover's blood.

"Fuck! What have I done?" He fell to his knees, beginning to regret his actions, his silly actions.

He crawled closer to where she was, and the moment he placed his hand on her, he felt dander but apologetic.

"I am sorry I did this to you," he said voicelessly as a torrent of tears rolled down his eyes in pain....

Abby's POV.

"Where is he, Cherry?" I asked, looking confused, standing at the front door waiting for the priest to welcome me into the hall.

I was already dressed in my white flowing gown, which had expensive stones surrounding it.

My dad had his black suit on and was standing by my left hand side as he awaited the moment he was going to walk me into the church.

"Abby, I think we should go back to the room now!" Cherry suddenly suggested, grabbing my hand and dragging me back into my room.

"Wait here a bit, I am coming, ok?" she assured with a worrisome expression.

What's wrong with Alex? I thought to myself as I stood up and walked closer to the curtains.

I peeped through it, and the view of the wedding venue made me dumb.

Everyone was waiting in bated breaths, my heart pounding like I was about to have high blood pressure.

This isn't what I planned for; this was not what Alex and I had planned to do. The hall was becoming filled up every minute.

The rich came in to sit down, joking and chatting with themselves.

The poor families from my hometown were all seated too, with their fingers crossed that they were going to see me smile so hard today.

What have I done to myself? What have I done to deserve all these shits? I thought to myself for a while as I looked through the curtains.

"He still isn't here yet, Abby," my best friend Cherry announced, looking pale as she walked into my room with her dress dirty.

"I don't get it, what do you mean?" I asked, looking at Cherry for a long period.

"That's it, Abby, he isn't here," she stated again clearly.

Hearing her make such a statement only meant one thing. One thing was for sure...

"Alex isn't coming!" I muttered as the flower which I held in my hand fell to the ground.

My legs were already weak at that moment, my eyes had tried to hold in the tears which had threatened to fall off a long time ago.

"Come on, Abby, don't do this," Cherry quickly stood up from her seat to stop me from staining my white.

"Tell me it's not true, Cherry?" I raised my head to look at her. Her eyes were already scared of what I might do to myself.

"Alex left me standing," I mumbled to myself again as tears flowed flawlessly from my eyes down to my white long wedding gown.

I guess this is it; this is where my life starts from, this is how my life gets ruined by the one I love. I thought to myself.

As the saying goes, the one you love the most kills you better than the one you barely know.

Knowing that my wedding wasn't going to hold anymore was already like a sharp knife cutting through my throat.

I am Abby, and this is my story!!!

Abby's POV.

The sweet smell of the cinnamon tree near my window penetrated my nostrils, giving me more energy to get up from my bed and do what needed to be done.

The rays of the sun suddenly came toward me, beginning to give me a sunburn while I was asleep.

"Fuck! It's another crazy Monday," I muttered, turning to the other side of my bed, facing the door this time.

I hated Mondays so much. Actually, I disliked every day of the week because it had a link or a connection to my ex.

Yes, my ex. Sorry if I didn't introduce myself earlier as expected. You all might be wondering who I am and why I kept talking about my ex.

Well, as you all know, I am Abby. Yes, Abby, the girl who is known as the scary witch.

Everyone laughs at me; they see me as a joke, but the funniest part of it all is that they don't do it in my presence.

I am known as the girl who made her husband disappear without a trace or a message.

My husband-to-be was Alex, Alex Craig. He was actually the son of the billionaire in my hometown.

I lived in California in a small town called Perusia. I was actually residing there because of my job as a professor before I met this tall, fair, young, and cute guy called Alex.

At first, I never wished to give him a chance with my heart, but as time went by, I found myself falling in love with him.

Our first time making love in his little home was one experience I would never forget.

I was the calm kind of girl; I barely could raise a finger or my voice at someone.

I was trained to be calm at all times, but meeting and loving Alex changed my mindset.

It actually changed my entire life on Earth.

He did almost everything differently from what I knew. The way he reacted to discussions, the way he spoke to people without caring about who they were, and most importantly, the way he made me feel while making love to me.

He was the only different guy to me on Earth back then and probably still now.

He loved making love so much that I tagged him as a sex addict. His urge for sex was to another limit.

He loved masochistic sex. The kind of sex where he would make you feel pain, make you beg for sex, make you want him at all costs.

Alex had trained me with such a sex method, and I guess I was now used to it. I loved him for it, and nothing was going to change that.

The thoughts of how he made me feel suddenly flashed through my head. I could recall standing at a spot in his room, looking at him.

He was sitting on a chair calmly while he gazed at me standing in front of him with my blue jeans and my white T-shirt.

"Take it off, Abby," he demanded, looking fierce but sexy.

"As you wish, master," I returned. I placed my hand on my white shirt and pulled it off through my head slowly.

"Don't rush things, Abby," he would always warn.

I took my hands slowly to my back as I tried so hard to reach for my bra hook. I got it. I thought to myself.

I was about to unhook it, but then he interfered.

"Stop, Abby, don't move, Abby," he said to me while he sat down on his seat, gazing at me.

"Imagine me walking around where you are standing this minute. Imagine my hands on your body as you take off your bra hook," he tried creating an invisible scene in my head.

My hands unhooked my bra unknowingly, and I felt the urge to grab him immediately, but no... that wasn't how it was done with Alex.

"I dip my hand into your jeans slowly, allowing my head to relax on your shoulder and my breath making you want me more," he kept on narrating.

As he said those sex-wanting comments, I did as he wished. I did as he pleased.

I unbuttoned my trousers and took them off slowly, leaving my white undies untouched. I wrapped my hand around my body, and damn! I really wished to have him.

"Feel me around you, Abby," he hoarsely said, still sitting at the same spot.

Abby's POV.

"Feel me around you, Abby," he said hoarsely, still sitting at the same spot.

I watched him unbutton his shirt and his trousers, exposing his manly body to me. His six-pack attracted me the most.

He was everything I had wished for. His big man size was all the length I wished to have inside my body.

"Please, Alex," I begged. I couldn't take it anymore. Standing from afar and looking at him naked himself was one thing I couldn't bear.

I was naked and wished to be touched; he was before me, and yet I couldn't feel his skin. "Please, Alex," I begged again when I couldn't hear his guttural voice.

"Breathe in, Abby," he demanded.

I did just what he told me without complaints. My eyes were shut, and all I could see was myself taking his full length inside my body.

"Walk slowly to me, Abby, with your eyes fixed on mine," he stated clearly.

I did just as he said. My hands had already gone down to my already wet pussy, which was ready to be handled by him.

I got closer to him, and he made me sit on his lap, letting his wood go inside and out of my body.

Immediately, I felt his arms wrap around my body and his pink cock touching my wet pussy. I felt kind of relieved.

"Slowly, Abby," he warned, looking into my eyes.

I went down slowly as I began to moan in pleasure. I couldn't believe that finally, he was going inside my body.

I helped him push it in and out of my pussy slowly.

He grabbed my nipple and popped it into his warm mouth. My hands went straight to his head, and I began to rub it gently.

"Ah... Ah..." I moaned, feeling the pleasure I had craved to have since I stood at a spot watching him order me around.

"Go easy on me, Abby," he hoarsely whispered into my ears, which gave me a rush in my system.

I wished to go faster, I wished to go harder, but that wasn't how the game was played.

You would have to beg for it for a long while before it gets accepted.

"Shut your eyes, Abby," he left my already hard nipple and looked at my face to see how much I was enjoying him.

"Please, Alex," I suddenly begged without knowing when I did it.

"Shh, Abby, just feel it, don't rush it," he spoke out softly.

I bit the lower part of my lips as I kept on going in and out of him. He let me do the work myself while he stared at me.

He just wanted to see me in pain; he wanted to see me beg, which I did.

He stood up from his seat, carrying me on his body. My hands were wrapped around his neck, and his manhood inside my wet pussy as I encircled my legs around his waist.

He took a step after each other slowly till we got to his bed.

He kept me on top and placed a gaze at me.

"Let me show you how it's done," he smirked as he crawled into the bed.

He came closer to my wet pussy and placed his tongue on it. Fuck!! That feeling was so good.

I twirled myself on the bed and kept on moaning in pleasure. "Don't stop, Alex!! Please don't stop," I panted while saying it to him.

After a short while, he stopped and kissed me on my neck, which was my turning point.

"Please, Alex, just put it in now!!" I requested, and immediately, I felt a sharp but sweet pain in my pussy.

"Ah... go on, please, don't stop... go harder, Alex!!!!!" I moaned.

He placed his hand on my left breast and kept on fondling it like he didn't care. His lips left my lips and went over to my right breast.

I felt his warm mouth take in my nipple and his hand giving me pleasurable pain.

I could take his full length even without knowing.

"Harder, please, go harder, Alex!!" I begged again.

After an hour, I noticed he was about to cum. So, I let him pull out first, and that was when I grabbed his wood and dipped it into my mouth.

I sucked on it like a crazy lady. It was so sweet that I wished to chop it off.

We slept together on a daily basis, but little did I know he was the son of a billionaire.

I was abandoned at the pulpit on my wedding day because he decided not to show up.

It was at my wedding I knew that my husband-to-be was an heir to a company... crazy huh?.

I looked at the clock hung on the wall, and that was when I realized that I was already running late for work.

"Fuck!" I stood up and made my way to the bathroom immediately.