That Beautiful Prisoner is my wife

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Satya, the handsome man who had just married me a day laid this body right on the bed, where the abundance of rose petals neatly arranged to form a heart. It's beautiful, like I feel right now.

The smell of roses instantly pierces the sense of smell. I gently rubbed the face of Satya who was looking at me full of puja. Very charming. He grabbed my hand gently and rewarded a warm kiss on his back.

“I love you, darling,” he said full of gentleness.

Satya is so. Smart to make my heart flowery. That's what made me want to marry even though our introduction has not been going on for long.

“I love you too,” My reply is no less soft.

I used my index finger to hold Satya together our lips. The man snorted in annoyance and put on a lousy face, making me laugh loudly.

“Propay, Dear. Don't rush that. I've officially become all yours. Trust me, I will never run away from you. Let me clean myself up for a bit, yeah.” I asked for understanding.

A day standing while greeting the invited guests made my body very exhausted. Soaking in warm water for a while seems very comfortable. Honestly, all I want now is a mattress and a pillow to rest my body. After all, Satya is very patient and understanding. Letting me rest for a while doesn't seem like a big deal.

“No need.”

I was surprised when Satya pulled me who had been sitting down, to return to the body. With a quick movement he overlapped and locked onto the movement.

I tried to push his chest as Satya's face moved closer. Unfortunately, it is useless because this energy is not strong enough. The smooth fur on the surface of the skin simultaneously bristles when Satya's lips are anchored in the neck niche. With a touch of cotton. Very mellow. Leaving behind a strange tingling sensation and creeping.

“I want to do it right now,” whispered raucously. Her sensual voice was successful in making me flutter.

“Ta–but, my a– is very tired, Mas.”

Satya immediately pulled back her head and looked at me sharply. This was the first time I caught his angry face since I first got to know him.

“This is our first night! You are my wife! You are a sinful sin if you reject me!”

I flinched as Satya's hand moved quickly disarming the clothes. Despite the difficulties, she kept pushing until my wedding dress was damaged everywhere.

Satya's change in attitude successfully made me wonder. Where does the tenderness that has been attached to him go?

Like a hungry tiger, he looked at me like he wanted to pounce. I was helpless as he pulled my last cloth cover violently, then took off his own clothes impatiently. So in an instant, everything we were wearing moved to the floor scattering. Leave two plain bodies without a thread.

No surface of my skin was left unturned from the touch of Satya's lips afterwards. He's so good at pinning me with pleasure opium. With a very expert and so intoxicating mucking technique.

I who was so innocent and helpless could only obediently follow his game. These lips even occasionally cast a sound*******delight without conscious thought. Until ....

Unpermeable pain. My body is helpless. My bones are like being crushed. The joints feel weak. I saw Satya continuing his activities so wildly, as if unaffected even though my sick screams echoed throughout the room room. No matter if my body wants to be released.

The clear thread that melted in the corner of the eye became a silent witness to how Satya took away my chastity by force. With the god-level lovemaking skill he has, is it wrong if I doubt Satya's virginity?

 

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I cried as much as I could while covering my face with my palm. However, these tears did not concern Satya. He actually fell asleep after completing his desire so brutally. Without pause. Without giving me a chance to rest for a while. Then after a sip of satisfaction, he left me alone in pain.

Is it wrong to be disappointed? I want a happy marriage. The first night was full of love and tenderness. But what do I get now? Satya's treatment is like a coercion that leads to torture.

Immediately my memory wanders into the events of a few moments ago, when ‘dia’ asked me for the first and last time, as if to ensure my confidence in choosing Satya as a partner to end my single life.

He I was referring to was Darren, a tall man who attended my wedding and sat in the guest seats.

Nope. I wasn't the one who invited him. I was surprised when Satya introduced Darren as her little friend.

“Hai.” Darren stretched out his hand with a smile as sweet as sugar.

He had indeed been a resident in the deepest trough of the heart. But it didn't go on long. Because he was unable to fight for our relationship which was hindered by the blessing of his parents. Furthermore, he disappeared like being swallowed by the earth, making me forced to set my heart and forget everything about Darren that I thought for good.

Then, when the figure suddenly appeared before the eyes with different circumstances, what should I do?

“Sayang.”

My eyes suddenly blinked as Satya shook this arm slowly. I could only smile clumsyly as I was caught looking at Darren until he was glued to it for some time.

“He is Darren, my little friend. Have you seen him before? He is taking care of his papa company which is overseas and came to Indonesia specifically to attend our wedding.” Satya said while narrowing her eyes. Could he be suspicious?

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