Dirty Groom: A Filthy Groom Wedding Night Erotic Novel

She signed the contract expecting a stranger in her bed and a ring on her finger she would never want. What she got was worse. Better. Unforgivable.

The luxury suite door clicks shut behind them. His voice comes low against her ear, filthy enough to make her flush before his hands ever touch her skin. She tells herself to endure it. To detach. Then he speaks again, and something tight and neglected inside her unravels without permission.

He takes her mouth like he already owns it. Commands her onto the silk sheets with words that should offend her, that do offend her, that she somehow needs more of with every ragged breath. Each order strips away another layer of the careful mask she wore down the aisle until she is bare, begging, hating him for making her want this. Hating herself more.

Their families built empires on pretense. This marriage was meant to secure bloodlines and boardrooms, not leave her trembling against a candlelit balcony with her back pressed to his chest and his hand between her thighs where anyone might see. Not have her craving his weight pinning her to mattress while city lights blur and blur again through tears she refuses to shed.

She swore no man would conquer her. He never asked permission. He took her apart command by filthy command until fake vows tasted like real possession and her reluctant body betrayed every wall she built.

The morning will bring lawyers, leaking headlines, the dangerous collision of two dynasties that cannot survive exposure. Tonight there is only his mouth, his rules, the ruinous relief of finally surrendering to someone ruthless enough to deserve it.

She tells herself this is still just business. That she will walk away unscathed. That she does not need his darkness like oxygen.

She has never been skilled at lying to herself.

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E-bog: 5. maj 2026