Love and Vengeance the billionaires captive bride

He turned her over and, balancing her legs around his waist, he slid into her again, locking lips with her to suppress her moans.

“Fuck!" She managed to breathe in pleasure. The slapping sounds grew faster, and she dug her perfectly manicured fingers into his back.

Then he pulled out, releasing his semen to the ground, then he tossed her onto the already ruffled bed and stared at her. Lustful smiles spread across their faces as they looked at themselves.

He got on top of her and took her breast in his mouth, caressing her nipple with his tongue while his hand squeezed the other breast. Then he slid down, and she released a gasp as she felt his tongue inside her.

Her body shook at the third orgasm. “You are way better than your friend," he said as he exchanged his lips with his fingers, thrusting deep inside her as he looked into her eyes, his manhood erect beneath him.

“How many times are you going to remind me?” she replied, a disgusting grin playing on her lips.

Maren blinked back her tears as she walked down the aisle, trying to contain her anger at what she had just watched on the hotel's security footage.

She loved this man… well, used to, and he had repaid her with sleeping with her slutty best friend. They didn't even respect the fact that it was her day, her wedding day!

Gladly, the veil shielded away the fact that her makeup was already half damaged from the tears she had shed while she watched that atrocity.

Through the veil, she could make out his smiling face at the altar, waiting patiently for her to get to where he stood. If not for the flowers she held, she wanted to clench her fists so badly.

How could someone cheat so boldly?

Getting to the altar, the priest began- reading words that she didn't care to listen to. All she was focused on was the disgusting cheat before her and the occasional cheer she got from her best friend like she was in support of her wedding, as if she didn't let her fiance pound her a few hours ago.

“…In sickness and in health, till death do you part?”

“I do," he replied, maintaining his broad smile.

Then it was her turn to reply. He left the question hanging as she was now really furious hearing the way he had confidently said I do. The entire guests fell silent, waiting for her to reply.

She just stood there staring at him, fuming. She had initially planned to forgive him after the wedding, but not after dealing with her best friend. But now, she is starting to rethink it.

“Fuck this," she said and without warning, her hand landed hard on his face, earning gasps from different angles of the hall. She threw away her bouquet and tore off her veil, then traced her way through the guests to where her best friend sat.

“You whore!” She said and ripped her bridesmaid dress in two. “Since you go around fucking other people's fiances, why don't you make it a profession?" She raged.

"Maren!” her mom screamed.

The entire hall was thrown into commotion as everyone watched the wet eyes bride accuse her best friend of sleeping with her husband.

“Maren, what are you doing?" Irene said innocently, trying to cover up her body with what was left of her clothes.