Chapter 2: A Cruel Husband

One week later, my attraction for Viktor was undeniable, and so was the rage I felt for him. Ignoring me as if I didn't exist was a sign of profound cruelty, and I loathed him for it.

I had taken my afternoon bath and donned a round gown with long sleeves. A pair of half-boots were around my feet, and a brightly coloured shawl of cashmere was wrapped around my shoulders to keep my body warm as the cold weather was often extreme during dawn and twilight.

While staring at my reflection in the mirror, I rolled my hair into a neat bun and donned a lace cap. I planned to walk around the manor again—something I presumed would help me adapt to the new environment. I walked outside my bedchamber, heading down to the great chamber through the steps. I hadn't seen Viktor during the day. I'd been walking around near his room to get a little insight into his whereabouts in the morning. Still, he was nowhere to be seen.

I strolled inside the great chamber, heading outside the manor. The sun was about to set, and the sky shone with a reddish light. One could see the magpies hopping excitedly in the garden. The starling was singing as usual, and somehow, it reminded me of those happy moments I had spent with my sisters in England. I was the Goldman family's eldest daughter, and I'd often protect my sisters from anyone who would dare hurt them. Especially cruel men who would break their hearts.

Unfortunately, I ended with one. If my father's business hadn't gone crippled, I was sure I wouldn't have ended with a man as inhumane as Viktor. Regardless of my unhappiness, I couldn't blame my father. At least, thanks to my marriage, he could provide for my sisters, and now they could get married and be happy. What else could I wish for?

James's disappearance had ruined my reputation in England; however, I still had my sisters' company, and not one day passed that I was ever lonely. They stood by me and reminded me that James's unfaithfulness wasn't my fault; he was a lousy man with no soul. Even I knew that. And yet… It still hurt. I still missed him sometimes. His blond hair and honey-coloured eyes, the way he would grab my shoulders and made me feel safe. Gently, I walked by the house, gazing at the mountain cliff and the patches of clouds above it.

"Dinner is served, madame." The housekeeper's voice made me spin immediately. Eponine never wore a smile, and I wondered why. At times, I had the hunch she wasn't too pleased to have me in the house, just like her boss.

"Thank you. Have you journeyed out of these walls before? Somewhere akin to that cliff?" I asked her.

"My duty is not to journey about. It is to care for the house, ma'am." Her response was sharp and malicious. I was befogged about why she sounded displeased and mean.

I sat around the table, gazing at the honey cake, French bread, roasted chicken, two bottles of red wine and a kettle of tea. If Viktor wasn't the type who ate, why had he instructed her to make all these meals? Maybe that was why she was mad at me. However, since I'd stepped foot in the manor, my appetite had worsened because the house was devoid of love. What would often happen was that I would wait for Viktor to show up. Minutes stretched into hours, and Viktor wouldn't come, or when he did, he left almost immediately. I'd never seen him during breakfast. And the question coursing through my mind was how did he leave the house without my knowledge because I was awake before anyone. Or was he in his room? Didn't he have work to do, business to attend to? I gawked at the stairway, again as if that would change anything.

As usual, I was prepared to start eating by myself. Still, to my surprise, I saw Viktor standing at the foot of the stairs; then, he walked gallantly like a warlord through the steps to the dining table. Damn him for being so handsome! His neat attire and well-groomed hair spawned him a swell of the first stare. He pulled a chair back and sat. I grabbed the cutlery and began to fork the sliced chicken, stealing glances at Viktor. He gazed at the food for a moment, poured himself a glass of red wine, and he repeated the same process until he emptied a bottle.

A few minutes later, he dabbed his mouth's corners, set the napkin on the table and got up. He gazed at the table as if pondering, and our eyes met. It seemed as if he whispered something sweet to my soul, pulling at my heartstrings. He broke our stare, shoved his chair backwards and walked away. For God's sake, how did he survive without eating? And the wine never made him drunk. Who was this man? I pondered as I placed the teacup between my lips. Some minutes later, I dabbed my mouth with a clean napkin and got up, heading to my room.

I had left my door open every night, but Viktor hadn't shown up in my room again. Why did he even marry me in the first place? If I were to run away, I was sure he wouldn't even notice. I should've been glad he was ignoring me, but I wasn't. I hated him because I shouldn't care about what he thought or did… and yet, he was always on my mind.

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That night, a fierce storm emerged, and I hurried to the windows, shutting them. I hated storms. A clap of thunder rumbled in the house, and goosebumps covered me like a garment. I changed into my light nightwear gown and climbed onto the bed. On nights like this, my sisters and I would climb into my bed and hold each other. Still, now I was alone. A bolt of blaring lightning struck outside, and soon it started raining heavily. I was chilled to the bone and couldn't bear it any longer. My gown was almost transparent with sweat, stuck to my body, and my hard nipples were visible through the thin fabric. Nervous butterflies fluttering in my stomach, I headed to the passageway. Everything got eerier when I noticed the great chamber was dark. Involuntarily, I treaded around Viktor's room. Why was I even here? My arms were wrapped across my chest as I paced back and forth around his room. Should I enter?

Then I realised something wonderful. His room's door was slightly open, and I felt something I hadn't quite yet felt before… Something I couldn't name yet. My stomach was warm, my breathing was heavy, and my nipples grew erect with anticipation. My vagina was pulsating, and when I slipped my hand below my gown to touch it, I noticed it was wet. Thinking about Viktor alone in his room at night made my clit hurt.

The last thing I wanted was to appear wanton, but my clit seemed not to care. I gazed at my nightwear, a transparent gown that left nothing to the imagination. My hard nipples were so big and obvious that there was no way he wouldn't notice them. Hunger permeated my entire body, causing me to peep through the opening. At that very moment, lightning struck. Through the bright light from the lightning, I saw Viktor lying naked on his back, reading a book, and his legs were spread out. I grabbed my breasts in misery when I saw his firm torso and large cock.

Desperately, I pushed the door completely open and stepped in. Viktor lifted his head, but when he saw me, he laid back nonchalantly, leaving the book on the bedside table. I could swear I saw him staring at my nipples. Intense rage blended with huge hunger, and a gush of fear saturated me, so I jumped on the bed beside him. He got up immediately and stood bewildered in front of me. Unashamedly, I rolled up my gown and faced him, ass naked. I laid down, spread my thighs and rubbed my clit. "I'm your wife, aren't I?" I said when he looked at me. My voice quivered as I spoke. And even though I felt I'd made a mistake, I still massaged my wet vagina, feeling hornier. His eyes darted to my pulsating, rosy and moist slit.

Though he appeared displeased and angry, his cock was hard, and I was dying to get it. In the blink of an eye, Viktor climbed on the bed, crawling to me. Between his sturdy legs was his manhood, getting increasingly closer. In excitement, I massaged myself more, making my wetness pool out. Leaning, he placed one of his strong arms at my side while his other hand, cold and rough, rested on my belly. His firm torso was pressed against my breasts and his intense, icy-blue stare pierced into my soul. The tip of his penis brushed against my right thigh. His mouth was so close that I felt his warm breath's ticklish sensation around my neck.

My chest heaved as the hunger heightened. We had never been this close. His armpit was near my face, and his smell was so intoxicating that I was tempted to grab his cock. However, I controlled myself.

"Do you know what your name means?" he whispered in his deep, raspy voice, and I couldn't comprehend what he meant. I was out of myself. "Your name means light. Something I desire, yet cannot have."

His hoarse voice was so soothing that it made me even hornier. My heart flopped when his lips moved close to mine. In anticipation, I opened my mouth for him to gain entrance. Yes, I hated him. Still, what wouldn't I have given for getting his fat cock inside me? Enraptured, I closed my eyes while he inserted a finger in my mouth and put his lips on my neck. He rolled his tongue from the start of my neck to behind my ear, and an electric current made all my hair stand on end.

He moved both his powerful arms under me and grabbed me tightly by the waist. I expected him to part my legs and shove his cock inside my sheath. Instead, he was lifting my body. I opened my eyes, entranced by his beguiling blue eyes. Abruptly, he pushed me out of his bed.

"Leave. Don't ever come to my room again."

I couldn't believe what had just happened. Tears rolled out of my eyes as I pushed down my gown's hem and walked out of his room. Back in my room, I lay on my back and pressed my eyes shut. My heart was heavy with frustration and rolled with rage. Why? Why did he do that to me? It seemed he was about to… Finally, I made him hard. How could he be so cruel?

My anger didn't halt the hunger I felt. The picture of his hard cock filled my head, so I parted my thighs, massaging my moist clit tenderly. The more I rubbed, the harder my clit got. My chest heaved as pleasure spread all over my body. I slid my middle finger into my hole, fingering myself, and imagined his chunky and erect cock thrusting in and out of me. Intense ecstasy overwhelmed me, and I moaned, twisting my hips towards my fingers. I cupped my breasts in my hands, tormenting my nipples with the tip of my tongue.

My stomach tightened, and my toes curled and uncurled. I bit my lower lip as I finger-fucked myself more rapidly. My wetness made it smoother and more exciting. It was the first time I masturbated, and it was great. My stomach clamped, and I moaned aloud as an orgasm washed over me. Extreme calmness spread all over my body, and my chest heaved. However, tears reeled out from my eyes when I remembered the disgrace and rejection I encountered in Viktor's room. I fell asleep and dreamed of his blue eyes.