First day after wedding

Neha's POV:

When I saw Edward approaching, he looked furious, and I was terrified. I almost ran to the bathroom, but he grabbed my hand and threw me onto the bed. It hurt, and now he was above me. I was trapped and couldn't think of a way to escape.

He began kissing me aggressively, sucking and nibbling at my lips. It was disgusting. I tried to push him away, but his strength was overpowering. He attempted to force his way into my mouth, but I kept my teeth clenched. He moved to my ear, whispering, "It's your fault," and then began licking and sucking my earlobe. Before I could react, he grabbed my bre*st and pinched my ni**le. The pain and shock made me open my mouth. As soon as I did, he aggressively explored every corner of my mouth with his tongue. I struggled, but his grip was too strong.

Tears began to fall, and I couldn't stop them. I was afraid, but then he suddenly stopped and said, "Stop crying. You're not allowed to cry, understand?"

This was my chance. I needed to buy some time. "Please, give me some time. I'm not ready. This is too much. I need some time, please," I pleaded, tears streaming down my face.

Edward seemed to consider this. "Okay," he finally said. "I'll give you some time. I'll control myself and not push for anything too intimate. But... you have to allow me to kiss and hug you. I only want a positive answer."

I didn't want him touching me at all, but he interrupted, "You have ten seconds to think about it. 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8... 9..."

"Okay, okay," I said quickly, "But you have to sleep in another room."

"In your dreams, darling!" he replied. "I'll be sleeping next to you."

I said, "Fine, you can sleep here, but I'll take the couch."

He threatened, "Don't you dare take one step or I'll do something with you." I knew he meant it, so I stayed quiet, stood up, and said I was going to change.

In the dressing room, I was amazed at how many beautiful clothes there were. Edward came in with a nightgown—a very sexy, see-through number. I protested, "I don't want to wear that."

"Change into it. No more arguments," he insisted.

I didn't argue further; there was no point. I went to the bathroom, took a quick bath, and put on the black, see-through nightgown with the silk gown over it. Thank goodness the gown wasn't see-through. When I came out, our eyes met. Edward looked at me as if he would devour me, but then he went to the bathroom.

I dried my hair and lay down on the bed. Edward came and lay down next to me. I covered myself with the blanket, and at first, there was some space between us. I tried to relax, thinking he would respect the distance, but I was wrong.

The next morning, I woke up early. I have a habit of doing morning exercises. As I tried to get up, something heavy stopped me. I looked down to see Edward's leg over mine and his arm across my chest. I screamed and tried to push him off, but he just held on tighter, kissing my neck before finally letting me go.

I got up, took a quick bath, and changed into exercise clothes: tight black trousers, a yellow half-sleeve shirt, and a ponytail. I went to the dressing room and found my exercise mat. I took it downstairs to the lounge and started my workout. After warming up for about fifteen minutes, I began stretching, but my hands couldn't reach my feet.

Suddenly, I felt someone pushing me. I looked back and saw Edward standing there in a light blue t-shirt and black pants. Helping me with stretches, I dont say anything and just let him help me because my word does not matter he will do what he want and his touch felt surprisingly pleasant.

After a few more minutes of exercise, I said, "I'm done," and he let go of me. I thanked him and headed to take a bath. Edward's voice followed me, "You look sexy in that outfit."

I didn't look back and went straight to my room. I picked out a blue long shirt with white floral prints and white pants. I took a half-hour bath, dried my hair, and clipped it half. I didn't wear any makeup or jewelry—this marriage wasn't my choice.

When I came downstairs, I saw Edward had made sandwiches for us. "Oh, so you know how to cook?" I said, taunting him.

"Yes, I know a lot of things. If you want to know, just ask," Edward replied, raising my chin and giving me a small kiss on the lips. "Let's eat."

After we finished, he said, "I made the food, so you wash the plates."

I laughed and said, "Okay." He looked kind of cute when he said that, which was odd. I took the plates to the kitchen, which was equipped with modern appliances. There was a dishwasher, but I started washing by hand.

As I was washing, Edward hugged me from behind and said in a seductive tone, "Let me help you."

"No, it's okay. I'll do it myself," I replied, but then I felt something hard rubbing against my Thighs.

"Damn it, what are you doing? Stay away from me! Let me go!" I shouted.

"Don't move. If you do, I don't know what might happen," he said.

"But you promised not to touch me and to give me some time!"

"I didn't promise not to rub my little brother."

"What did you just say? Let me go now!" I demanded, but he ignored me.

"After you finish washing the plates, I'll stop rubbing," he said.

I sped up, finishing the plates in two minutes, and said, "I'm done. Now let me go."

But truthfully, I wanted more—it felt so good. I scolded myself for thinking that way. When he finally let go, I took a deep breath.

Then he grabbed my hand, moved me against the wall, and held both my hands above my head. He started kissing me wildly. I kept my mouth shut, but he bit my lip until I opened it in pain. He explored my mouth with his tongue, and somehow, I found myself kissing him back. He seemed a bit surprised but continued kissing me even more passionately. After minutes of intense kissing, I needed to breathe.

Noticing my struggle for air, he finally let me go. I slumped against the wall, breathing heavily.

He said, "I'm sorry, honey, but it's also your fault. I just wanted to kiss you little, but you started kissing me back, so I couldn't stop myself."

"I-I don't know why I kissed you," I admitted.

"Don't move. If you do, I don't know what might happen," he said.

"But you promised not to touch me and to give me some time!"

"I didn't promise not to rub my little brother."

"What did you just say? Let me go now!" I demanded, but he ignored me.

"After you finish washing the plates, I'll stop rubbing," he said.

I sped up, finishing the plates in two minutes, and said, "I'm done. Now let me go."

But truthfully, I wanted more—it felt so good. I scolded myself for thinking that way. When he finally let go, I took a deep breath.

Then he grabbed my hand, moved me against the wall, and held both my hands above my head. He started kissing me wildly. I kept my mouth shut, but he bit my lip until I opened it in pain. He explored my mouth with his tongue, and somehow, I found myself kissing him back. He seemed a bit surprised but continued kissing me even more passionately. After five minutes of intense kissing, I needed to breathe.

Noticing my struggle for air, he finally let me go. I slumped against the wall, breathing heavily.

He said, "I'm sorry, honey, but it's also your fault. I just wanted to kiss you for two minutes, but you started kissing me back, so I couldn't stop myself."

"I-I don't know why I kissed you," I admitted.

He smirked and said, "It's because you're starting to fall in love with me."

I said without thinking no no don't tell lie what are you saying I don't love you

I love i stopped myself from saying another word just what have i done , I know what will happened if I say this

He yelled, "Who, Neha? Who do you love ?"