6.1

The word ‘wedding night’ might evoke feelings of excitement and anticipation, but for Larisa, who was sitting on the bed waiting for her ‘husband,’ it was a different kind of nervousness.  

Dressed in a soft cream-colored silk slip with a robe over it, she stared at the still-closed door. Quite some time had passed since the ceremony and the reception had ended. By now, Pavel should have arrived, but the door to the bridal chamber remained firmly shut.  

Perhaps he wasn’t planning to come at all. Larisa sighed at the thought. Even so, she couldn’t blame him.  

If it was a marriage born not out of love but out of revenge, wasn’t this to be expected?  

Should I just go to sleep first? 

Larisa lowered her gaze from the door to her hands and let out another deep sigh.  

***

“Your Grace, are you still here?”  

The butler, who had entered Pavel’s private room to tidy up, was startled. Pavel, who was supposed to be at the bridal chamber, was still there. Seated at his desk, Pavel looked slightly flustered upon seeing the butler and cleared his throat. Then, pretending to smooth out the sleeve of his robe, he spoke.  

“I was just about to go.”  

“I heard Madam has been waiting in the bridal chamber for quite some time. You should go quickly.”  

“…Understood.”  

“Your Grace, surely…”  

The elderly butler’s eyes widened, and his voice grew louder.  

“Surely you weren’t planning not to go? No matter how tired or busy you may be, it’s your first night. You must go at once!”  

“I said I was going. I really was just about to leave.”  

“Yes, please hurry.”  

“And make sure no one walks through the third-floor hallway.”  

“As you wish, Your Grace.”  

The butler stepped aside to clear the path for Pavel to leave. Pavel frowned slightly and rubbed his forehead a few times before finally moving. His posture, as he headed toward the bridal chamber, seemed unusually stiff. The butler shook his head and clicked his tongue.  

The distance from his room to the shared bedroom of the Duke and Duchess wasn’t far. Pavel stopped in front of the door and stared intently at the doorknob.  

Knowing that Larisa was on the other side of the door made his insides churn. His entire body felt like it was burning. Was this pain? He wasn’t sure. Pavel took a deep breath, but his racing heart refused to calm down.  

He still didn’t know what kind of face he should show Larisa. Every time he saw her growing more despondent, a suffocating frustration welled up inside him.  

‘In the first place, this was a marriage I forced upon Larisa by exploiting her vulnerabilities.’  

That thought made his expression harden again. But it was too late to undo what had already been done.  

Pavel opened the door. For some reason, he felt as though he couldn’t breathe properly.  

***

Startled by the sudden opening of the door, Larisa quickly lifted her head.  

Pavel, standing at the entrance, had a hardened expression that made him look almost displeased. Seeing his face, Larisa felt as though her chest was collapsing.  

But she hid her feelings and forced a smile. Rising from her seat, she took a step toward Pavel.  

After closing the door, Pavel stood still in place, unmoving. In the end, it was Larisa who spoke first.  

“You’re here.”  

“…Yes.”  

“It’s quite late. Perhaps we should just…”  

At that moment, Pavel interrupted her with a sudden question.  

“Did you wait for me?”  

“Pardon?”  

Larisa couldn’t answer immediately, caught off guard by the unexpected question. Pavel, however, let out a hollow laugh and suddenly his face turned grim.  

“It seems I asked something unnecessary.”  

“No, that’s not…”  

“You’re tired, so let’s just sleep? Whether you like it or not, the wedding night has to happen.”  

Striding forward, Pavel grabbed Larisa’s arm and led her to the bed.  

“Ah!”  

He pushed her onto the bed and swiftly climbed on top of her. Larisa couldn’t understand what had made him so angry, but the way Pavel looked down at her with a frown was intimidating. She tried her best not to tremble as she spoke.  

“That’s not it, Your Grace. It’s just… it’s so late, and I thought you might be tired…”  

“I told you to call me by my name.”  

“Ah, yes, Pavel…”  

Larisa couldn’t continue speaking. Pavel had suddenly seized her lips, biting down as though devouring them. Startled, she tried to push him away by pressing against his chest, but both her wrists were quickly caught and pinned firmly beside her head.

“Mm, ah…”

His tongue invaded deeply, recklessly sweeping through her mouth. Larisa shut her eyes tightly, her lips parted, as she had no choice but to endure his rough behavior. Pavel’s tongue explored every corner of her mouth, leaving nothing untouched. It pressed down on her tongue, then slid over it.

Larisa was terrified. Pavel had never been this forceful before. She had once known how carefully he treated her during their previous encounters. Now, she could only groan as she endured his aggressive kiss.

As his head tilted and pressed closer, delving deeper into her mouth, Larisa found herself short of breath. When she tried to turn her head to the side for a moment of reprieve, Pavel’s large hand cupped her cheek, forcing her to face him again. The warmth of his touch felt like it was burning her, and she shuddered.

“Don’t turn your head away.”

“I… I can’t breathe…”

“Stick out your tongue.”

Pavel’s demeanor made it clear he had no intention of listening to her. Larisa felt a wave of sadness, mixed with fear. Still, she opened her lips and did as he demanded. Pavel immediately lunged forward as though he had been waiting.

The force with which he sucked on her tongue was overwhelming, and tears welled up in Larisa’s eyes.

“Mm, ah…”

“Hah…”

His hand, still resting on her cheek, slowly slid downward. Even through the thin silk of her slip, she could feel the heat of his touch. His hand gripped her chest firmly, causing a sharp pain that made Larisa wince. Unable to free her lips or tongue, she could only let out muffled whimpers.

“Ah! Mmph!”

Pavel’s fingers pushed against the fabric, pinching and pressing her hardened n*pple. His touch was far from gentle; it was rough, almost violent. There was no other word to describe it.

Apparently finding the slip bothersome, Pavel grabbed it at the top and yanked it down with force. The sound of ripping silk filled the room as the slip tore apart. Larisa’s eyes widened in shock.

“Pavel, what are you doing…?!”

But instead of answering, Pavel leaned down and took her exposed n*pple into his mouth. The sensation of his wet, hot lips against her skin made Larisa’s back arch involuntarily.

He sucked on her br*ast as though he were parched, the intensity making it feel as though he were biting her. Larisa gasped and pounded weakly on his shoulder.

“It hurts! Pavel, please! It hurts, stop!”

Her pleas seemed to fall on deaf ears. Pavel’s other hand grabbed her remaining br*ast, squeezing it harshly. His fingers pinched her n*pple, twisting and pressing it as he pleased. Larisa wanted to escape, but she was trapped beneath his massive frame, unable to move an inch.

To make matters worse, she could feel the hard, thick shape of something pressing against her thigh. In the past, she might have found it endearing that he became aroused just by looking at her.  

But now, Larisa felt nothing but fear. If he was this rough during f*replay, she couldn’t imagine how terrifying it would be when they went further…

And yet, despite her fear, Larisa could feel herself growing damp between her legs with every touch from Pavel. Even though she was scared, it was Pavel. She knew all too well how much pleasure his touch could bring her.

Another ripping sound echoed through the room. The slip, already half-torn, was now completely shredded into rags.

Now, Larisa lay before Pavel wearing nothing but her underwear, her bare body exposed. Pavel, kneeling between her legs, stared down at her with an unreadable heat in his eyes.

He gazed at her for a long time. Just as Larisa’s embarrassment reached its peak, Pavel suddenly pulled her into a sitting position. Before she could react, the robe she had been loosely wearing and the remnants of her torn slip were discarded onto the floor.  

Before she could even call out his name, her body was flipped over.

“…!!”

Larisa found herself pressed against the bed, her cheek resting on the sheets while her hips were raised. Pavel’s arousal was evident, the bulge in his clothes pressing against her backside. His body heat was so intense that it felt like it might burn her.

She felt movement behind her, and suddenly, something large and firm—the outline of his er*ction—slid between her legs. The heated length rubbed against her through her damp underwear, pressing and grazing against her sensitive area before retreating again.

“Ah… mmph!”

A soft moan escaped her lips. The sensation of him rubbing and pressing against her was stimulating, but it left her yearning for more. She wished he would just go further, but she couldn’t bring herself to ask.

Instead, Larisa moved her hips in response to his actions. Pavel immediately tightened his hold on her, pulling her closer as if to tell her to stay still. Then, he bit down on the nape of her neck.

“Ow… that hurts…”

“Haah…”

Letting out a restrained sigh, Pavel wrapped one arm tightly around her waist and began to move faster. As he applied more pressure, her underwear was pushed further into the cleft of her womanhood, creating an even more intimate friction.