Breeding My Husband's Bride: Ruined On Our Wedding Night
On her wedding night, Liora Vale expected passion from her wealthy husband. Instead, she got rejection and humiliation.
When his dangerously seductive best friend, Kael Draven, corners her on the balcony and claims her virgin body with raw, unprotected fury, Liora discovers a pleasure she never knew existed.
Now addicted to Kael's brutal touch and filthy promises, the once-innocent bride becomes his secret slut, sneaking creampies in limos, riding him at galas, and begging to be bred while her husband sleeps nearby.
Kael won't stop until he destroys Silas and fills Liora's womb with his child.
She was supposed to be the perfect wife... now she's the shameless breeding whore who belongs only to him.
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Chapter 6
Chapter 6
The night air was cool against Liora’s overheated skin as she stood on the expansive balcony of the honeymoon suite. The city sprawled beneath her like a sea of diamonds, but she couldn’t appreciate its beauty. All she felt was the deep, throbbing ache between her legs and the humiliating sting of rejection.
She gripped the stone railing, her sheer white lingerie offering no protection from the breeze—or from the desperate need still pulsing through her body. Her full breasts rose and fell rapidly, nipples stiff and visible through the delicate lace. She squeezed her thighs together again, but it only made the emptiness worse.
A low, masculine voice cut through the silence behind her.
“Poor little bride.”
Liora gasped and spun around.
Kael Draven leaned against the balcony doorframe, hands in his pockets, looking every inch the devil in a half-unbuttoned black dress shirt. The moonlight highlighted the sharp lines of his face and the dangerous gleam in his silver-gray eyes. His tattoos were partially visible where his shirt opened at the collar, dark ink curling over powerful muscle.
“How did you—?” she whispered, heart hammering.
“I have my ways.” He stepped closer, slow and deliberate, like a predator who knew his prey was already cornered. “Saw your husband being carried into the suite like a pathetic sack of shit. Figured you might be out here… unsatisfied.”
Liora’s cheeks burned with shame. She crossed her arms over her chest, but it only pushed her breasts together, drawing his hungry gaze.
“You shouldn’t be here, Kael. This is my wedding night.”
“Is it?” He stopped just inches away, towering over her. The heat radiating from his massive body made her dizzy. “Because from where I’m standing, your husband is passed out cold while his virgin wife is dripping and desperate on the balcony.”
She sucked in a sharp breath. “You don’t know anything about me.”
Kael’s hand rose, brushing a strand of dark hair from her face with surprising gentleness before his fingers trailed down to grip her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes.
“I know everything about you, Liora,” he said, voice low and rough. “I’ve been watching you since the engagement party. The way you smiled politely at all those rich pricks. The way your thighs pressed together when I looked at you too long. The way you bit your lip when Silas kissed your cheek like a fucking brother instead of a man who owns you.”
His thumb stroked her lower lip, eyes darkening.
“I knew right then you were mine. That tight little body was made to be fucked hard and bred full. Not paraded around like a trophy by a man who can’t even get it up on his wedding night.”
Liora trembled. Her pussy clenched hard at his crude words, a fresh rush of wetness soaking the tiny lace thong.
“This is wrong,” she breathed, even as she leaned slightly into his touch. “I’m married now.”
“To the wrong man.” Kael stepped closer until her back pressed against the cool railing. His muscular thigh nudged between hers, and she whimpered at the contact. “Tell me you haven’t been thinking about me since that dance. Tell me your cunt isn’t soaked right now because of what I whispered to you.”
She couldn’t lie. Not when her body was screaming the truth.
Kael leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. “I’ve jerked off thinking about ruining you every single night since the engagement party. Imagining how tight you’d feel wrapped around my cock. How sweetly you’d cry when I stretch this neglected pussy open for the first time. How you’d beg me to fill you with my cum.”
A broken moan escaped her throat.
He pulled back just enough to stare into her wide, hazy hazel eyes.
“I’m done waiting, Liora. Tonight, I’m going to give you what your husband never could.”
His big hand slid down her body, hovering just above the waistband of her lingerie, waiting for her to stop him.
She didn’t.
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