I Am Gonna Make Love

RUTH WALKER

They brought me to this gigantic bedroom which was decorated all over with white flowers.

This room smelled of wedding. This entire madness screamed of a wedding night.

In the centre of that room sits two mannequins having a very beautiful wedding dress sitting on them.

So, he really does want to consummate his matrimony with me tonight, by making me dress like his bride. What does he want to prove?!

Tears run down my cheeks looking at that gorgeous wedding dress, my mind rewinding me back to my past where I was a happy bride...

Where I married Brian...

"Missus Roerig!"

I blinked away my tears vigorously and turned around at the sound of around tens of stylists interrupting my thoughts.

"We're here called by His Highness to get you ready as his bride for the night!"

As they extend themselves towards me in order to approach me, I stepped backwards, scared.

"n-No!"

"You don't want do that, amore! Trust me!!"

I heard Eric's voice and immediately flinched at the sound of it.

"Pl-please! D-don't do this to me!" I begged, tears falling down my cheeks as I moved backwards.

"You have to change into that Ruth!"

His fierce eyes started to threaten me as I vigorously start to move backwards, finally my back hitting the wall.

"Don't create troubles for them. They've been called from Hollywood exclusively to get you ready for tonight. They aren't trained enough to handle your tantrums."

"I-I'm... E-Eric.. p-please, I-I don't- don't want this!"

I fold my hand before him but he enjoyed it. My pleading turned him on. Turned him on to thrash me further.

He gripped tight to the hem of my dress I was wearing and leaned closer into the crook of my neck to whisper.

"Are you gonna get this dress off of yourself on your own or do you want me to do it for you?"

I nod my head negatively hiding myself into the wall, wishing for the wall to swallow me.

Seconds later and he thrashed the dress off of me, tearing it whole out of me, leaving me just in my panties.

I cower down hugging myself closely trying to hide my inches exposed to him meanwhile he squat before me and pinched my chin.

"Now if you don't co-operate, I swear this night is going to go very tough on you!"

He took off his leather belt and caressing it's end slapped it on the bed right besides my body making me flinch.

"You don't want me to do an artwork on your broken skin, do you?"

"n-n.."

He lands a strong whip on my body as I scream in pain.

"ANSWER ME!?!"

"n-NOH"

I scream louder as he dropped the belt and pinched my chin to lock his lips with mine.

Tears gushed down my cheeks as I don't have the courage to resist him anymore. I let him kiss me, but I don't kiss back.

"Get ready. One Hour. That's it!"

He stood up and walked out of the room.

As soon as he left I shuddered on floor exhausted and broken. Tears never left scrolling down my cheeks. I'm so hurt at this point that even satan would pity me.

But Eric, he won't.

Because he is worse than even satan.

~~

One hour and I was ready, decorated like a doll I was ready to be served to the man who owned me, my every single breath was his to control.

ERICKSON ROERIG

The cruelest, the most heartless man on earth.

"You look so pretty Miss Walker. The rumours describing your impeccable beauty were all lie, you're even more beautiful than those words!"

One of the stylists said.

I don't know how to react at her words. Her words are my curse.

"Beauty doesn't live for long!"

I sighed, taking deep breaths and turned around to look at myself into the mirror.

"You cannot see how dirty and stained I am from inside."

I have been touched by men, that were so many in number that I can never go back and count. They are used me, used my body as they liked, made me dirty, stained.

The maids left the room closing the door shut, leaving me alone in thhe room but it wasn't for long, as the door yet again pushed further and Erickson Roerig walked inside.

"Holly shit! You look so beautiful, Ruth!"

The first sentence he said were these. He grabbed me into his arms, with his arms wrapping around my waist pulling me closer.

"What were you thinking about?"

I look up at him, into his eyes, and I don't like what I see, so I look everywhere but at him.

"Stains?"

He questioned and surprised I yet again looked up at him.

How does he do that?!

Just HOW?!

He leaned into the crook of my neck and whispered slowly, his husky breath fanning every inch of my skin, making me shiver.

"That's the thing about stains amor, they wash my away! This one on you would too. I promise!"

Sone stains... They don't wash away.

You need to get rid of cloth.

That's how I am right now. I need to get rid of my life and get a new one to wash this stain on me.

How would he know how does it feels to be touched by countless number of men against your will going all the way down on you?!

The only women he has been with is either me or Leslie.

This is his style, he doesn't cheat on me, but give me to every other person to take. This is all his fault, All of this is his and only his fault.

"I got my grandma's ring back from Leslie. I thought now that you and I are gonna marry, you deserve it more!"

I looked at the ring, it was beautiful.

The most gorgeous jewelery I have ever seen in my life.

"But then I looked at you and the ring. Nah! You don't deserve to wear something like this!"

He said and threw that ring away.

I look at him opened eyes, why would he wanna throw away something so precious?!

And I don't deserve the ring of his grandma but Leslie does?!

Whatever!

"I got you something else, more expensive and more beautiful!" He said and took out another set of ring from his pocket.

"This is for you!"

He slowly scoot my hand into his and slipped the rings into my fingers one after another.

"You don't deserve to wear what they left you. You deserve everything exclusively made for you!"

I stare at the ring on my hand, the weight of the huge diamond in it was weighing me down.

"You don't need this anymore!"

He said and pulled away the locket from my neck. The locket I forgot I had on me all this while

Brian's locket

"NO!!"

But before I could stop him, the locket was already thrown away from the windows.

"BRIAN?!"

I made a run towards the balcony to try about finding the locket but, it was of no use. The dense wood has swallowed him.

"Brian!"

I mumbled his name, over and over again and slouch down on the floor crying for him.

"Brian?"

He got rid of his blazer, undoing the upper few buttons of his shirt, sat right before me and sweeped my hairs that were falling onto my skin, sticking to my tears.

"Really? That's what you want?!"

"He LOVED me!" I growl at him, "The kind of love you would never understand!"

He chuckled getting up

"Usually you calling out another man's name would infuriate me to infinity. I mean you do remember Alan right? But Brian... It's funny whenever you take his name I can't help but wonder oh how stupid are you?!"

"What is that supposed to mean?!" I yell again.

"You don't wanna talk to me like that Ruth. I don't want a yelling wife like all the other men in the world." He warned me with angry eyes.

I know!

I get it all!

I know that he dangerous and I should watch my mouth and my actions when I'm around him if I don't wanna end up getting hurt anymore but... The way he is, so twisted, so fucktard, I just can't-

"Stop cursing me in that tiny little head of yours Ruth or I'll take out all of my anger on that bed and you!"

He said again, his lips against my ears, nuzzling into my earlobes.

"Now, spread your legs open!" He commanded.

I nod negatively, crying again but did what he asked. I can't imagine the way he would hurt me tonight if I don't obey him.

And I'm already very hurt. I was gangraped for sixteen continuous hours just a few hours ago from now.

"Wider!"

He command, his hand diving in between my legs, under my veil as I part my legs more, giving him the access there.

"Damn it! This was a fucking bad idea!"

He said, irritated of all the veil getting into his way with me and ripped the entire gown off of my abdomen.

He dived his hand inside my panties and started massage my clit with his rough hands and slender fingers.

"Ahh!"

An unpredicted and unwanted moan left out of my lips.

He stares at my face amused, taking in all the lewd expressions I make with his mastered rough hands doing bad things to my pussy.

I bit my lower lip, my eyes becoming hazy with the way his index slides all the way in.

"Ahh!"

I arch my body further, my eyes closing in the motion. He added more of his fingers and I clench onto his arms tightly.

The sex, hurts with out I've been drenched out of my cum for sixteen hours continuously before this but still, he was making me feel erotic with his mastered fingers.

"Ahhmhh!"

I seal my lips, when his warmth embraces me. His face so closer to mine that all I could breath, all I could see was only and only him.

"Moan my name! Call me with you beautiful lips!"

He asked me, his fingers diving inside my mouth, parting my lips apart, leaving me drooling all my senses into him.

"E-Eric!"

I take his name, he dives in his third finger inside me going deeper and a loud gasp escapes my lips.

"Ahhh... Yes!"

He smirks, his eyes stripping me naked, "Yes?"

I look at him perplexed, definitely washing out of all my senses as my pleasure was building up, the desire, that feminine desire to be touched, to be fucked, taking over all of my senses.

Soon he took up a speed with his fingers doing my pussy as I spread my legs wider in reflex.

At this moment, I don't remember who am I? Who is he? Who are we?!

I just want to feel, and find my orgasm that was taking over me.

"Ahhh! Yes!! Mmh.. E-Eric..."

He locked his lips with mine, sucking onto my upper lips once, and then my lower lips twice, leaving the taste of his saliva on my tongue.

He tasted of smoke and whiskey.

"Cum for me!"

He nibbled this into my earlobes and bit my earlobes making me hit my spot

"Ahhh!"

I moan, louder as I squirt out my cum. My legs shaking, my body shuddering my soul, bared to him.

His took away his fingers off of me and licked my cum off his fingers.

"Soy una adicción amor, cuanto más te acercas, más difícil se vuelve escapar!se

"What do you want to do to me?!"

I asked, tears streaming down my cheeks.

Until yesterday this man hated me, called me names, whore, mistress and what not. And now, he gave me this ring, he wants to marry me?

I don't understand him!

He slowly scooped me up from the ground into his arms and dumped me on the bed.

His fingers loosened up his tie as he looked at me with a wild smirk pulled accross his lips

"Tonight, I'm gonna make love to you!"

He said.