Chapter 2 The Fake Bride

• Rina Pov
• His words reechoed in my ears as I stood still for half a minute before slowly reaching for the zipper at the back of my dress.
• He swiftly moved forward and gently brushed my hand away. “Here, let me help you.”
• My blood pumped faster as his finger ghosted over the zipper and pulled. He was careful not to catch my hair and that alone told me how often he had undressed a woman that even in moments like this, he hadn’t forgotten how to. The act was possibly ingrained in his brain.
• I was about to be another notch on his bedpost. A notch he would never even know he had fucked.
• As the zipper drew down, he brushed off the straps of the dress from my shoulder leaving me in just a bra upwards.
• He walked away from my back and around me before gesturing for me to continue with the striping process.
• How very gracious that my purity would be stripped away by him.
• I reached for my dress to completely pull it off and realized that my fingers were trembling. My body hadn’t caught up to the fact that we were pretending to be sexy and confident Mia and still acted nervous.
• I kicked the gown away and reached for my bra. My eyes sought his at the moment, the worst decision I could have possibly made because his eyes were fixated on me, filled with an emotion I couldn’t decipher, and that alone rocked me at my core and made my heartbeat speed up.
• “Strip naked.” His deep voice vibrated through the air.
• I took my bra off, took my panties off, and stood before him bare as the day I was born. His eyes raked over me in appreciation.
• “Go lie down on the bed, keep your feet propped up and your pussy wide. I might as well have a feast before I take my prize.”
• As his crude words washed over me, I warmed up inside. I understood his words perfectly and knew what he wanted to do to me, but it was something I had never done and never planned on doing.
• Blood rushed to every part of my body as I obeyed his word. The cool air of the room fanned against my intimate area while he took slow steps towards me and finally stared down at me, between my legs.
• “I swear to god I cannot believe you’ve never had a dick in you, Mia. I guess tonight would erase me of all my doubts.” He said, reaching down with his index finger to trace my silt. A shiver ran through me at the action.
• Anticipation budged in my gut that I had completely forgotten I was acting as a representative of my sister and he was calling me by her name.
• His finger went through the action once more stopping at my clit and giving it a light flick. My legs smacked shut but his strong arms pried them apart again and he repeated the action.
• My head felt cloudy with his touch and my blood hummed. My hands reached for my mouth to trap the sounds that wanted to spill out back inside but they fell out anyway.
• “Oh, Levi... please stop... please.” A cool inside me wound tight for a second and snapped, giving way to a flush of my fluids out of me.
• My first orgasm that wasn't from my own hands.
• He was on his knees in a flash, his mouth replacing his hands as his tongue ran up and down my body. My trembling increased as the familiar sensations arose again.
• “Oh, Levi... Levi... Levi please.”
• I was pleading, but I didn’t know what for. His tongues rolled, probed, and licked everywhere around me before latching to my clit and turning into a suction cup, drawing and licking and drawing again. Repeating the actions until for the second time that evening, I was brought over the edge.
• He barely spoke a word, focused on his task as he rose to his feet and wrapped my feet around his waist, lining his cock against my silt.
• It was going to happen.
• He pushed, burying just the tip inside me, he pressed down a little more and felt the barrier. I was bracing myself for the pain when he reached down again to play with my clit while he pressed against the barrier and filling me to the hilt.
• It was done, I was a virgin no more.
• Hot tears rolled down my face at the realization and I reached an arm over my head to hide them.
• I had just fucked my brother-in-law and lost my virginity to him as well.
• *
• I was slowly lulled into consciousness by the rhythmic buzz of the air conditioning of the room.
• My room had never been that cold during summers like that growing up. Something was wrong.
• My eyes peeled open slowly as the room before me was blurry but soon cleared up. I was in a hotel room by myself.
• My hands ran down my body. I was naked.
• I moved and the movement made a dull pain ring throughout my body. The main source was between my legs. It was then that everything from the day before came back to me.
• Instead of simply getting my virginity confirmed by a servant of Levi’s. He had been the one and he wanted to check my bluff there and then, with his own dick.
• He hadn’t spoken to me so much during the act. Perhaps he wasn’t the type who liked communicating during the act. I had learned that and I had also learned I was a screamer. I was certain the people next door had ample knowledge of what had happened the night before.
• I scrambled out of bed in search of Levi, I checked the bathroom, balcony and everywhere he could possibly be before I saw the note he had left.
• ‘Took the sheets while you were still asleep. Go home and get proper rest. I’ll have you know my response tonight.’
• With a sigh, I balled up the paper and trashed it before going to freshen up and return home. My parents were definitely going to grill me. I knew that for sure.
• I had made it home quite early, they were yet to have breakfast and no one seemed to have come out of their rooms. I snuck back to mine and tried to busy myself with reading while I awaited their calls. That didn’t take so long.
• A maid had been sent to send for me to have brunch together as a family, Mia included.
• “So how did it go?” Mia was the first to ask just as I sat down at the table.
• I uncovered my plate of bacon and eggs. “It went well,” I said in my most nonchalant tone. I didn’t want her to know that I felt betrayed losing myself to a man who didn’t want me, talk less of love me.
• “Did he fuck you well?” She asked as I slid a spoon filled with baked beans into my mouth. I choked on my food.
• “Mia,” Mother scolded harshly while I tried to recover.
• “
• I hope for your sake he wore a condom.”
• At her words, I froze, unable to remember if he did.