Dark Prince: An Age Gap, Forced Marriage Romance (Silver Fox Daddies)

Luk leads me through the opulent hallways of the hotel, our footsteps echoing softly on the marble floor. We approach an elevator and ascend to the top floor, where he unlocks the door to a penthouse suite that exudes old-world luxury, seamlessly blended with modern touches.

The suite is spacious, with high ceilings and grand windows that offer a breathtaking view of Chicago’s skyline. The furniture is a blend of rich, dark woods and plush fabrics, and contemporary art pieces dot the walls, adding a touch of modern sophistication to the classic surroundings.

My heart pounds in my chest as I take in the setting.

“Is this your usual suite?” I ask, my voice tinged with nervous interest.

“Yes,” Luk replies curtly, briefly glancing around the room before his eyes settle back on me.

“Are the men you were with tonight your family?” I ask, hoping to learn more about his life. And that woman is your sister?”

“Correct,” he answers, his tone giving nothing else away.

Luk moves to a small bar area, his movements precise as he prepares two drinks. The clink of ice into a glass and the splash of liquid are the only sounds in the otherwise uncomfortable silence that fills the room.

He offers me one of the glasses, but I hesitate. “No, thank you.” Although a drink sounds like heaven, especially under the circumstances, I want to keep my wits about me.

Luk doesn’t insist. He simply takes a sip from his own glass, his gaze sweeping over me. Those blue eyes—hungry and sensual—seem to see right through me. I stand there, caught in his intense stare, feeling a confusing combination of fear and attraction.

He steps over to the expansive window, his silhouette framed against the glittering backdrop of the skyline. The city lights twinkle like distant stars, casting a soft glow on his features. He takes a slow sip of his drink as he gazes at the view outside.

“You are my wife,” he says, the hint of a Russian accent coloring his words. His statement hangs in the air, a simple fact laden with complex implications.

“Yes,” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper. His tone is unreadable, leaving me unsure whether he’s stating a fact or expressing an emotion. “I suppose I am.”

He turns to face me, his eyes piercing as he takes another sip. “Remove your dress,” he commands, his voice low but firm.

My first instinct is to rebel, to assert my autonomy, and to refuse his order.

No way. The words form in my mind, but they don’t make it past my lips.

He holds my gaze, unflinching, then says, “We are married, and this is our wedding night.” Then, in a slightly softer tone, he adds, “And I have wanted you like mad since the moment I laid eyes on you.”

His admission catches me off guard and sends my heart racing. There’s an intensity in his eyes that’s both intimidating and alluring. Compelled by his words and an unexpected desire, I find my hands moving of their own accord.

With trembling fingers, I reach for the zipper at the back of my dress. The fabric slowly slips away, revealing my skin inch by inch, the dress cascading to the floor in a whisper of silk. I stand there, vulnerable and exposed, under my new husband’s intense stare.

As I stand there in my underwear, feeling exposed yet strangely empowered, Luk approaches me. His eyes trace over every curve and contour of my body. I’m surprised to find myself reveling in his inspection, the way he looks at me stirring something deep within. My pussy clenches, yearning for him.

My emotions are all over the place—desire mingled with resentment; attraction coupled with apprehension. It’s all so overwhelming, so intense, and happening far too quickly.

When he’s close enough to touch, his attention shifts to the bruises marring my skin. He gently lifts my arm, examining the marks with a scrutiny that sends a shiver down my spine. His expression darkens, a fierce protectiveness flashing in his eyes. It’s clear he would like to punish the one responsible for these injuries.

I quickly fabricate a lie. “These bruises are from the family’s Great Danes. They love to roughhouse,” I say, trying to sound casual.

The truth, however, is far more sinister. Rory, Sharon’s loyal goon, is responsible for the bruises, but it was she who gave the orders. However, I can’t bring myself to reveal this to Luk as yet.

Luk’s gaze lingers on the discolorations a moment longer before meeting my eyes. There’s a depth in his look that suggests he sees through my lie, an understanding that there’s more to the story than I’m willing to share. But he doesn’t press the issue and doesn’t question me further.

Without another word, he wraps his strong arm around my waist, pulling me close. The suddenness of his movement takes me by surprise, but before I can react, his lips are on mine, and he’s kissing me deeply. The firmness of his body against mine and the taste of whiskey on his tongue brings with it a rush of desire unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I can feel his hardness through his dark slacks. The sensation of his stiff cock pressing against me makes my heart race even faster.

My movements feel like a puppet master is orchestrating them as my hands reach up to his shirt, fingers working to undo the buttons. I push his shirt off his shoulders, revealing a lean upper body marked by a landscape of scars and Bratva tattoos that speak of violence and family loyalty.

Luk remains in total command of the situation; his movements are sure and assertive. To my surprise, I find myself relishing this dynamic and the way he takes charge. His strength is reassuring, his dominance an unexpected source of comfort.

With effortless ease, he scoops me up in his arms and carries me to the bed. The world around us fades away, leaving only the two of us in this intimate, charged space.

Once I’m on the bed, he steps back and looks down at me. Something about the way he regards me with those gorgeous, ice-blue eyes nearly undoes me.

“You’re beautiful.”

His words cause me to shiver all over, yet I also feel a surge of warmth.

“So are you.”

My own words sound woefully insufficient. With his shirt open and his sculpted, powerful torso on full display, Luk is unbelievably attractive. But he doesn’t move, it’s as if he wants me to understand that we’re on his time, that nothing happens until he wills it.

Finally, after several long, teasing moments, he lunges forward with the grace and power of a jungle cat. He leans down, covering me with kisses as he moves down my body. His hands reach behind me, and I arch in response. He quickly undoes the clasp of my bra and slips it off, then buries his face in between my breasts, licking and suckling them.

“Oh, oh my God.”

The words pour out of me as Luk takes the nipple of my right breast in his mouth, tonguing it with expert skill. He soon moves to the other, causing both nipples to harden. My panties are soaked with arousal. He flicks those stunning blue eyes up at me as he moves down further, kissing the gentle curve of my belly. He pulls my panties off before moving over the small patch of red hair above my pussy, then spreads my thighs.

Just like that, I’m completely nude in front of a man I only met an hour ago. But it’s strange. The situation, odd as it is, feels right.

What’s going on?

Without a word, he begins to eat me out. I moan at the first sensation of his tongue against my lips. Luk knows exactly how to tease me, how to move his tongue tantalizingly close to my clit but deny me precisely what I want.

I open my mouth and let out a soft moan as he finally gives my clit the attention I’ve been craving. He makes slow circles with his tongue, each movement sending a fresh wave of pleasure through my body. It isn’t easy, but I manage to open my eyes to take in the sight of him at work.

His big, strong hands are on my thighs, holding them open. I can see his toned body, his blue eyes glancing up at me here and there as he licks. After a time, his hands slide up my body, taking hold of my breasts again, his fingers teasing my nipples.

“Luk… that feels…”

It’s too much to take. Between the sensation of his lips and tongue on my clit, and his hands on my breasts, an orgasm is inevitable. I cross the border, my back arching again as I let out a scream of total delight. The ecstasy is incredible; Luk is making me feel like I never have before.

When the orgasm fades, I fall flat on my back. Luk stands up, wiping my juices from his mouth with the back of his hand. He regards me with intensity as if surveying the quality of his work by how I look in the aftermath.

“Please,” I say finally. “Take off your clothes.”

He smirks slightly, as if he knows he’s got me right where he wants me. But he does as I ask, slipping off his shirt and tossing it aside before undoing his belt and zipper. Soon he’s in nothing but a pair of tight, black boxer briefs that cling to his powerful thick thighs and the muscular curve of his ass.

Not to mention the massive erection he’s sporting.

He pulls his underwear down, his cock, thick and hard, springing out. It’s big, bigger than I’d imagined. Once he’s bare, he moves on top of me, causing a thrill to run through my body as his manhood drags against my inner thigh.

“Wait.”

He freezes when I say the word, giving me the impression that he will not do anything I’m uncomfortable with.

“What is it?”

He’s warm and solid against me, and it’s hard not to simply give in and tell him to take me. But there’s something that needs to be said.

“It’s… I’ve… I’ve never done this before.” My cheeks turn hot.

His eyes flash. “I know.”

He knows? It seems odd at first. But then I remember how Sharon always guarded me from men, how she’d always been insistent that I stay a virgin. It dawns on me that this hadn’t simply been about control but as a way to make me more enticing as a bargaining chip.

“We can wait,” he says. “But make no mistake, I’m going to make you mine.”

Another shudder of fear and arousal. What is this effect Luk has on me?

Part of me wants to take him up on the offer to postpone it, but the greater part wants him to claim me.

I make a decision.

I wrap my legs around his hips, guiding him closer. He allows the slightest hint of a smile before positioning himself right on top of me, his cock dragging against my soaking-wet lips. I want him, I need him, and I still don’t understand how he’s making me feel this way.

His head is at my entrance. I look down, realizing that a mere push of his hips is all that separates me from no longer being a virgin.

“Please.” The word slips from my lips.

He gives me what I want.

Luk pushes slowly and gently, his head sinking into me, followed by the next few inches of his manhood.

The sensation is like nothing I’ve ever felt. There’s pleasure, there’s pain, and then there’s that way he looks at me with those blue eyes.

I moan, squirming underneath him as he takes my virginity with one deep thrust. I feel as if I’m being split in half in the best way possible, pleasure and pain flowing outward from where he enters me. Even though the heart of an animal needing to rut beats inside of him, Luk is tender and patient, knowing that he has to use care.

Eventually, he bottoms out. His cock is huge, so big that I’d been certain he wouldn’t be able to fit inside me. Yet when I open my eyes, he’s sunken all the way between my legs. Slowly, he pulls back, his dick glistening with my juices. Then he pushes in again. This time, he enters me with more ease, my walls stretching to accommodate him. The following thrusts are even easier. Soon, it feels as if he’s made for me, his cock fitting like a key into its lock.

As I watch him on top of me, his powerful body at work, muscles moving underneath tattooed flesh, I find myself growing bolder. Something about Luk makes me feel comfortable giving myself over in a way I never thought I would. I wrap my legs tightly around him, clamp my hands down onto that perfect ass, and moan hard into his ear.

It’s not long before I feel another orgasm on the brink.

“Come with me,” I beg. “Please.”

I’d said my piece, but there’s no doubt that Luk would come when he was good and ready.

Sure enough, he opens his eyes and looks down at me.

“You first.”

There’s no resisting it. I come hard, this time feeling like I’m about to unravel beneath him. Every bit of my body lights up with white-hot fire, pleasure assailing me from all angles. Right when I reach my peak, Luk comes too. His manhood erupts, pulsing with his orgasm. He grunts hard, his muscles clenching as he spills inside me, filling me with his hot seed.

I hold him close, wanting every drop of him inside me. He’s more than happy to oblige.

When our climaxes fade, he falls to my side and wraps me up in his arms, a surprising amount of warmth between us.

A whirlwind of emotions envelop me. I’m feeling exhilarated from the closeness we’ve just shared, yet simultaneously uneasy. Feelings of guilt and pleasure intertwine in a confusing dance, leaving me unsure of where one ends and the other begins.

Despite the turmoil within me, I can’t deny the sense of security that Luk’s presence provides. His warmth, his strength, it’s all so reassuring, so different from what I expected.

“You are my wife,” he says again, his chest rumbling with his deep, powerful voice. It’s as if he keeps saying the words; it will become more real.

“I am.”

It’s a strange feeling to be this close to someone who was a stranger only hours ago yet now feels so integral to my existence.