Page 5 of His Prince

“Yours. Yours, Mikhail.”

He lets out a low grunt and then bites down on the side of my neck, hard.

I see stars, my cock pulsing as my release coats the bedcovers beneath me as he continues to suck on my sensitive skin. My hole tightens around him and he lets out a low grunt as his cum spills into me, marking me as his.

Finally. Fully his.

As soon as it’s over, he slowly lifts himself off me, the cool air on my overheated skin making me shiver. His cock is next, slipping from my sensitive, used hole. I can feel his release drip from me, slipping down my thighs and onto the sheets. There’s so much of it, as if he was saving it up for me.

My breathing is stuttered as my hips fall to the bed, wincing when I hit the mess I made.

“Our marriage is consummated,” he says matter-of-factly, and I let out a small laugh.

“It sure is.”

He pauses a moment, and I know he’s staring at my ass.

“Like what you see?” I ask with a small smile.

He hesitates a moment and when he doesn’t answer, I turn my gaze over my shoulder.

“The contract is sealed,” he says as he tucks himself back in and zips up his slacks.

My head cocks, noting his serious expression. Something in my chest tightens, but I assure myself that it’s the emotion of being exhausted from the wedding and from myfirst time.

It’s only nerves. Mikhail is just feeling awkward at the moment. He doesn’t mean it like that.

I wince as I turn and lift myself up onto my elbow. “Mikhail, what are you saying? I don’t understand…”

He runs a hand through his hair and his eyes meet mine.

“You’re mine now, fully. There’s no backing out.”

“Yes, I know that but?—”

He interrupts, “I have work to do. Nina will be in shortly to clean you up.”

I open my mouth and close it. “Wait. You’re not going to stay?”

He swallows and turns toward the door. “I never stay.”

“Mikhail,” I reply, my voice somewhat pleading and desperate, but he doesn’t seem to care.

Without a backward glance, he steps out of the room and then he’s gone.

I blink, my emotions all over the place as I try to understand what’s happened. My husband left me on our wedding night. Nina is coming to help me clean up.

Who the fuck is Nina?

And why has he left me?

I thought perhaps his coldness on our wedding day was just his nerves, but now I’m wondering, for the first time, if I’ve made a mistake.

The vows he said…the way he looked at me up there in front of everyone.

But there’s no way…no way was I that fooled.

He’s just stressed, tired. Things will even out in a few weeks, I’m sure of it. We share a bedroom for fuck’s sake. I asked for all my things to be put away next to his.

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