The Wedding Night Claim

Mia’s POV I thought I married a cold-hearted monster… until he had me bent over, dripping and screaming his name every single night. The heavy oak door of the penthouse suite clicked shut behind us with terrifying finality. My heart hammered wildly as the sound echoed like a prison cell locking. Damien Voss — my ruthless contract husband — stood only two feet away, radiating raw power. At thirty-six, he was the kind of man who crushed empires with a single phone call. Sharp jawline, dark piercing eyes, and a body built for dominance. The black wedding shirt clung to his muscular chest, sleeves rolled up to reveal veined forearms that made my stomach flutter with fear and something far more dangerous. I was twenty-two. A virgin. Penniless. And I had just sold myself to him for one year to save my father’s life. “Take off the dress,” he commanded, his voice low and velvet-wrapped steel. My fingers trembled as I reached for the zipper. The expensive white gown whispered down my body and pooled at my feet. I stood before him in nothing but delicate white lace, n*****s already hard from the cool air and sheer terror. Damien’s eyes darkened with hunger. He unbuttoned his shirt slowly, revealing a chest and abs carved like a god — hard ridges, faint scars, and a dark trail disappearing into his pants. “You’re trembling,” he observed, stepping closer. His fingers brushed my collarbone, then trailed between my breasts. “Scared, little wife?” “I’ve never been with anyone,” I whispered. A cruel, satisfied smile curved his lips. “Perfect. This tight little body will only ever know my cock.” He spun me around and pressed me forward until my breasts and cheek met the cold floor-to-ceiling glass. The city lights sparkled far below. The thought that someone might see us sent a shameful rush of heat between my legs. “Spread your legs wider,” he growled. I obeyed. He ripped my thong away in one brutal tug. His thick fingers slid through my soaked folds, circling my swollen c**t before pushing two deep inside me. “So f*****g tight,” he groaned, pumping and curling them against that sensitive spot. “This virgin cunt is going to look so beautiful stretched around my cock.” I moaned helplessly, hips rocking back against his hand. He added a third finger, stretching me, preparing me. “Damien… please…” “Beg me to ruin you.” “Please… f**k me, Damien. Claim me.” With a savage growl, he slammed into me in one powerful thrust, tearing through my virginity and burying himself balls-deep. The burn was intense, but the overwhelming fullness turned it into blinding pleasure. “f**k — so goddamn tight,” he groaned. He f****d me hard against the glass, one hand wrapped around my throat, the other gripping my hip. Each brutal stroke slammed me forward while my breasts bounced against the cold surface. “Take every inch, wife. This p***y belongs to me now.” The filthy words pushed me over the edge. I came hard, screaming his name as my p***y clenched and squirted around him. But Damien wasn’t done. He pulled out, spun me around, and forced me to my knees. His massive c**k glistened with my cream. “Open your mouth.” Thick ropes of hot c*m painted my tongue, my cheeks, my breasts, and my dripping p***y as he marked me. He threw me onto the bed, spread my legs, and pushed back inside me, using his own c*m as lubricant. This time his thrusts were slower, deeper, almost sensual as he kissed my neck and sucked my n*****s. “You feel so f*****g good, Mia. This womb is going to take every drop.” He flipped me onto my stomach, pulled my ass up, and took me from behind again. The new angle hit even deeper. A hard spank on my ass followed by his fingers on my c**t sent me spiraling into another orgasm. Only then did he let go. With a deep roar, he buried himself to the hilt and flooded me with pulse after pulse of thick c*m until it overflowed and ran down my thighs. He collapsed over me, hand possessively stroking my lower belly. “Round one,” he whispered darkly. “By the end of this contract, you’ll be addicted to my c*m, pregnant with my child, and completely ruined for any other man.” I lay there panting, covered in sweat and his seed, my heart racing with fear, shame, and a terrifying new hunger. This was only the first night. And I already knew I was in way over my head. This version is tighter, flows better, and keeps every drop of the heat.