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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 7

Chapter 7

Kael didn’t wait for permission.

In one fluid motion, he pinned Liora against the stone balcony railing, his massive body caging her completely. The cool marble pressed into her lower back as his tattooed hand wrapped around her throat, tilting her face up to his.

“Too late to run, little bride,” he growled, silver eyes blazing with raw hunger.

His mouth crashed down on hers in a brutal, claiming kiss. There was nothing polite or gentle about it. He devoured her, tongue dominating hers as his free hand shoved her sheer white lingerie aside. Thick fingers slid through her soaked folds, finding her dripping with arousal.

“Fuck,” he groaned against her lips. “You’re soaked. This neglected little cunt has been crying for me all night.”

Liora moaned helplessly as two thick fingers pushed inside her without warning. The stretch burned, but the pleasure was immediate and overwhelming. Kael curled his fingers, stroking that sensitive spot inside her while his thumb circled her swollen clit with ruthless precision.

“Oh my God—Kael—” she gasped, hips jerking against his hand.

“That’s it. Fuck my fingers like the desperate little slut you are.” He pumped faster, adding a third finger, stretching her virgin pussy open. “Silas couldn’t make you drip like this if his life depended on it. This pussy already knows who it belongs to.”

The pressure built unbearably fast. Liora’s thighs shook, her nails digging into his shoulders as her first orgasm ripped through her like lightning. She came hard, crying out into his mouth, her walls clenching violently around his fingers. Hot slick gushed over his hand as she trembled and moaned.

Kael didn’t give her time to recover.

He spun her around, bending her over the railing. The city lights sparkled far below as he freed his massive cock. Thick, veined, and impossibly hard, it slapped against her ass.

“Beg me to ruin you,” he demanded, rubbing the fat head along her dripping slit.

“Please… Kael, please—”

With one savage thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her.

Liora screamed as her virginity tore. The brutal stretch was painful and perfect all at once. Kael was huge, filling her completely, grinding against her cervix. He didn’t pause. He pulled back and slammed in again, fucking her hard and raw against the balcony railing.

“Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight,” he snarled, pounding into her. “This married pussy is mine now. Say it.”

“It’s yours—oh God, it’s yours!” she sobbed, pleasure quickly overtaking the pain.

Kael gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, slamming into her with deep, punishing strokes. The wet sounds of his cock destroying her virgin cunt filled the night air.

He leaned over her, biting her shoulder as he growled filthy promises. “I’m going to fill this womb tonight. Knock you up on your wedding night while your husband snores ten feet away. You’re going to carry my baby, Liora. Not his.”

The dirty words sent her over the edge again. She came violently on his cock, milking him as stars exploded behind her eyes.

Kael roared and buried himself deep, flooding her with the first thick ropes of his cum. He kept thrusting through it, pushing his seed deeper into her fertile womb.

But he wasn’t done.

He pulled out, spun her around, and lifted her effortlessly into his arms. Carrying her inside like a conquered prize, he laid her on the marital bed right beside her unconscious husband. Silas snored loudly, completely unaware.

Kael climbed on top of her, spreading her legs wide and sinking back into her cum-filled pussy in one smooth stroke.

“Look at him,” Kael whispered darkly as he began fucking her again, slower but just as deep. “Your husband is right here, and I’m breeding his wife on your wedding bed.”

Liora moaned shamelessly, legs wrapping around his waist as he claimed her. Each thrust was possessive, deliberate. He pinned her wrists above her head and stared into her eyes.

“Beg for my baby.”

“Please… breed me, Kael. Fill me with your cum. I want your child,” she whimpered, completely lost to the pleasure.

Kael fucked her through two more shattering orgasms, pumping load after load deep inside her. By the time the sky began to lighten with dawn, Liora was a trembling, cum-soaked mess. Thick white seed leaked from her ruined pussy onto the expensive sheets.

Kael kissed her softly for the first time—almost tenderly—then whispered against her lips:

“You’re ruined for him now, baby. This body belongs to me. This womb belongs to me.”

Liora looked up at him with dazed, adoring eyes, her fingers tracing the tattoos on his chest.

She was completely, irreversibly ruined.

And she had never felt more alive.

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