I Don't Want To Be Loved

Chapter 102: Maidenhood (19)

“It’ll hurt at first, My Queen, but soon enough you’ll feel better.”

She remembered Mrs. Cessley’s words as the sound of clothes falling on the floor echoed. The subtle movements in the room soon calmed and Igor’s weight pushed the bedding down and hovered over her body.

She was looking not at him, so he cupped her cheek and looked into her soulful eyes he could get lost in.

“Um… Rihannan? At first… it’ll hurt…”

He leaned forward, their forehead touching.

“But later on, it will fade and it’ll feel better…”

She nodded, but she had little hopes. His skillful fingers touching her made her wet, but a man of his size would tear her apart.

She breathed loudly and relaxed as his hands worked to spread her legs. He stood in the middle of her s*x, the thickness of his manhood stroking her swollen lips.

And then, he pushed inside her.

His manhood making its entrance inside her flesh did not hurt as much as she expected. The memories of the past told her it’d just be as painful, but she was wet this time and the process was smooth. However, she quickly felt a stabbing pain as he dug deeper inside.

“Ah!”

She had tried to hold it in, but eventually, a painful groan broke out and she clutched on the quilt with one hand and covered her mouth with another. She thought she’d grow familiar with the pain. She had experienced it before. But… pain was still pain. His manhood forced inside her narrow path and tore through her maiden flesh.

Igor gripped on her hand and then her shoulder. He wiped away the bubbly tears and whispered,” Relax… Rihannan…”

“But…”

She could not. She tried, but the tingling pain would not leave. Her body flinched and she groaned in suffering.

Igor rubbed her swollen fleshy cl*t and Rihannan moaned from the sudden stimulus.

He pushed his waist forward and stabbed her insides deeper than before.

It was hot, painful, and it burned.

Rihannan gasped and unconsciously bit his shoulder.

“…I can’t… it hurts so much…”

Recalling Mrs. Cessley’s advice, she made a desperate appeal, but he did not pull out.

“Sorry, I can’t stand it anymore…” he muttered in a coarse voice.

He breathed heavily and dug into her deepest parts.

The trapping pain grew unbearable and she once more groaned. But her voice disappeared. Her lips had been caught by Igor, his mouth exploring her.

A moment later, he pulled away and looked at her. Rihannan stared at him with a gaze full of resentment.

“The Duchess said I could speak my voice when it became unbearable!”

Igor smiled bitterly at her voice full of injustice.

She quietly groaned as she felt the slight wriggling inside her.

He caressed her silver hair that clung to her forehead from the cold sweat.

“I’m sure I’ll get in trouble once she finds out… Mrs. Cessley stressed to me several times that I be gentle with you too,” he said as he rubbed his thumb in circles on her cheek. “Are you still in pain? Is it unbearable?”

His voice was soothing and friendly and she felt a sudden urge of unknown emotion. She looked at him with complex eyes. She did not know how to look at him.

The Igor she knew would never caress her warmly nor speak to her softly. Whenever they committed themselves in the throes of passion, his face was devoid of warmth. He always looked angry, always cold. He’d push her aside thereafter without any words spoken.

He was an emotionless man but now… he was sweet and more than willing to listen to her.

He was a cruel man to his wife and had chosen power over her, but this before him was different that she wondered if they were the same person.

At this thought, sadness filled her.

Where did they go wrong?