Page 27 of Ice Me Out
His smile doesn’t reach his eyes. “I don’t know. A hot girl like you, with all those dance partners… I’ve seen some of your videos. It’s hard to believe that they wouldn’t try to get closer, after they’ve had their hands all over you.”
His tone irks me a little. “Those touches are just for the sake of the choreography. And my dance partners and I are professionals. So no, Kurt, I haven’t slept with anyone.”
His smile widens. “Were you saving yourself for me?”
I wasn’t. I just never had the chance to get close to anyone enough that I wanted to sleep with them after Matthew. And obviously the no touch rule in the house took care of any possibility of anything developing with my dance partners.
“I was just waiting for someone who would feel right.” I offer.
He interprets my answer as a confirmation of the idea that I was somehow saving myself for him. “I’m that someone, Rebecca.”
Maybe I should let him believe that, but the words leave my mouth before I can decide if I should utter them. “I don’t know you enough to be sure about that, Kurt.”
His jaw ticks, as if he didn’t like the truth. “I’m going to be your husband in less than twenty-four hours. Tomorrow night, you’ll be mine either way. But it would be nice if you gave yourself to me tonight. It would be a gift to each other. Fucking tomorrow is going to be almost a given. But doing it tonight, it would be proof that we’re doing this for each other, not because we’re expected to.”
I understand what he means, but I don’t like that he thinks that tomorrow night I have some duty to sleep with him.
“I don’t know, Kurt.” I say honestly. “I want things to work between us. I know we aren’t in love, but I hope that with time, we can learn to love each other.”
“Then prove to me that you mean it.” He insists. “Be mine tonight, Rebecca. Let’s do this because we want to, not because your father expects us to.”
He isn’t wrong. If we get married, we’ll sleep together sooner or later. And I want to do this on my own terms, not my father’s.
“Ok.” I say softly.
“Fuck, yeah.” Kurt takes his pants and underwear off and slides the shorts of my PJs down my legs.
He settles between my legs. Our bottom halves are naked, but our shirts are still on.
“I knew you wanted me,” he says, shoving his fingers between my legs. “You’re drenched.”
I don’t say anything in response, too tense to even try to make sense why my body is reacting this way when Kurt has done very little to make me feel good.
He pushes forward, and I tense up when the blunt head of his cock comes into contact with my opening.
“Kurt, wait. Do you have a condom? Maybe we should wait until tomorrow after all.”
He barks out a laugh. “Don’t be ridiculous, Rebecca. We’re gonna be married tomorrow. We’ll be expected to have children. Why would we worry about a condom?”
I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out.
“Like I said, I haven’t gotten laid in months. If you’re really a virgin, there’s no way you can give me an STD, right?”
I nod, meaning that I’m one hundred percent sure that I’m clean. Kurt, however, must take that as a sign of agreement.
He enters me with a hard, brutal thrust. “Your cunt feels so good.” He grunts.
I bite my bottom lip so hard that I taste blood as searing pain blooms inside me.
“You’re such a dirty slut,” he grinds out, thrusting harder and harder. “You wanted me to fuck you from the first time you saw me. You wanted my cock so much that?—”
“Kurt, you’re hurting me. Stop, I?—”
He pumps into me three times and he shudders. “Ugh.”
He goes still.
My body is still screaming in pain from the sudden invasion when he rolls onto his back, his chest heaving with each labored breath.
