Curse Of Love| 18+

6) Unfolding

Two years ago.

The day everything started.

.....

His hazel eyes were watching the newly wedded couple from the window.

The beautiful bride turned crimson when her husband fed her a small piece of cake as everybody cheered for the happy couple.

"She has changed. Don't you think so ?" having a sip of his champagne, Ron asked his friend.

"It's plastic," his tone was neutral as he brought the rim of the champagne glass closer to his lips and took a sip.

Ron's eyes roamed to the cleavage of the newly wedded bride, she was wearing an off shoulder lace white gown making her busty boobs pop up showing everyone a delicious view of her bust.

Unconsciously he licked his lips seeing how her boobs jiggled when her husband hugged her from behind.

"D cups," Ron guessed.

"E," he said as the hazel eyes met that of the gray ones of the bride.

His gaze was that of a lion's. Dominating and sharp.

She was surrounded by the pool of people, her family, her friends, her husband still she lost herself in his eyes.

His dominance reached her, crossing the distance of six yards and she looked down in submission even before he could raise his brow.

Everyone was smiling, cheering, peeking at the pinkish glow of the new bride as she looked down not meeting anyone's gaze, only if any of them would have known that the pink hue on her cheeks was not because of her husband but for someone else.

She felt lucky.

She only wanted to see him one last time before getting married so she had made the excuse of just inviting him to her wedding but that day luck was not on her side and she did not even get a small glimpse of him.

She did not even hope he would even give a glance at her wedding card but it looks like he did.

No one doubted why a happy and bold bride was now all of a sudden getting timid and shy, bowing her head and not looking at anyone.

"Congratulations for your new life," there was a hint of smile on her lips as he kept his hand over her head and caressed her hair like old times.

She inhaled his cologne, shamelessly and pressed her thighs together.

"Thank you sir," her husband smiled to the man on whom his wife was lusting.

Her heart accelerated, feeling him so close to him. He was here for her.

She knew it was a lie.

He was not here for her. He was here to fuck her one last time.

He was here to dig his cock inside her pussy one last time and for the love of god she was dying for it.

She opened the skirt of her wedding gown a little more showing everyone her sexy legs as her husband put down the garter from his mouth, she closed her eyes not in the sensation of feeling her handsome husband's lips on her bare legs but knowing it well that the hazel eyes were staring at the mark which he had left on her right thigh.

The crescent moon mark which made her his whore.

Soon the celebration for the newlyweds ended and she found herself in her room where she was going to spend her first night.

She tusked and glanced at her husband who was passed out on the ground beside their marital bed.

She smiled, proud of herself. She made the poor man drink so much that he passed out on his own first night, leaving his sexy wife to get devoured by her master.