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WANTED By The Lycan Kings by Gentle Roses

Married To My Ex-Fiancé's Silent Uncle

Ming Yue

Twenty minutes before the "Wedding of the Century" at The Plaza, I stood outside the Presidential Suite in a fifty-thousand-dollar Vera Wang gown. I was the girl from a West Virginia trailer park about to marry Hugh Maxwell, the golden heir to a billion-dollar defense empire. I pushed the door open only to find Hugh pinned against the bed with my own stepsister, Floy. She was wearing my bridal diamond necklace, and the sounds of their laughter scraped against my eardrums like sandpaper. I didn't scream; I listened as Hugh grunted that once the wedding was over and the trust fund unlocked, he'd dump "that hillbilly trash" on a bus back to the mountains. They weren't just cheating; they were planning to steal my family's land deeds and leave me with nothing. When I set off the sprinklers and exposed their naked bodies to the paparazzi, the Maxwell family didn't apologize. They called me a "greedy peasant" and threatened to ruin my life unless I signed a new deal to save their crashing stock. I realized then that I was never a bride to them. I was a transaction, a rounding error in a ledger to be used and discarded. They thought my poverty made me weak and my silence made me a victim. "If we don't have a marriage certificate by midnight, the bank freezes thirty percent of our liquidity," their lawyer warned. So, I gave them exactly what they wanted. I used a loophole in their hundred-year-old family covenant and married the only other direct heir available. I didn't marry Hugh. I walked into the ICU and married his uncle, Fleet Maxwell-the legendary war hero who had been in a vegetative state for months. Now, I am the matriarch of the Maxwell dynasty. I've suspended Hugh's executive powers, exiled my mother-in-law to the Swiss Alps, and taken control of the family vault. They think I'm just a gold-digger waiting for a "corpse" to die so I can collect a fifty-million-dollar widow's payout. But last night, as I lay beside my comatose husband, the man they called a vegetable gripped my hand back.

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I was brought back to reality with the sound of my alarm clock. I sighed in frustration as I realized I had been dreaming. I could feel myself wet down below. “What a dream!” I exclaimed to myself. I didn't even recognize the strange man I was having sex with in the dream. It felt so real and I was enjoying it so much.

I jumped out of bed at once as I got ready to visit someone very special in my life. He was the only man I knew. I couldn't understand why I had that dream about having sex with another man, who I have never seen in real life. What could be the meaning of my dream?

That dream got me in the mood and I found myself already horny and in need of some attention from my master, not my lover though.

I got ready and left my apartment to visit him in the place we usually meet to catch our fun. We weren't in love of course, but we only had one thing in common......

I pushed myself down onto my knees, somehow keeping balanced with my arms handcuffed at the elbow behind my back.

I kneel before my master, my heels digging into the flesh of my naked backside.

I lower my head, placing my lips on the sexiest feet I have ever seen.

I kiss over and over again, happy to please my master.

My sex, god-like master.

"Enough." He snaps, grabbing my collar, pulling me sharply to my feet.

I bow my head- knowing its not practise to look my master in the face.

"Look at me Lizzie." I do as I'm told and raise my head immediately, looking into my master's eyes.

Dark, chocolate brown eyes, like melted chocolate boring into mine.

"You are so sexy Lizzie. I want you. Now! Now be a good girl and turn around. Face the bed."

Without hesitation, I turn and face the dark oak wooden bed frame, flooded in deep blue silk sheets; reminding me of deep calm ocean.

"Bend over now."

I swallow, excitement filling me, from the tips of my hair, through to my core and down to my toes.

Finally!!

I bend slowly; hoping to give my master a good view, so he pleasures me as well as himself.

He hasn't let me cum in 4 weeks now!

I'm dying!

"What a glorious sight, Miss Knight. That just makes me want your ass a whole lot more!"

Everything south of my belly button clenches in excitement.

"Not today though.. I think I've punished you long enough for your misdemeanor... I might, just might let you cum tonight!" He announces.

Yes!!

Oh yes!!

"Oh please master." I gasp.

I am greeted with a slight chuckle. "Sounds like you want this, baby! Let me see how I feel. I can't make any promises."

Oh crap! Maybe I shouldn't have begged.

I'm going to go without again aren't I?

I feel master's warm hands on my arms, and a click as he removes my handcuffs.

"Hold onto the bed frame. Brace yourself." I am ordered.

Without thinking about his command, I take that one step, gripping onto the end of the bed and bending over--pushing against the cold wood clenched in my grip--bracing myself for the forthcoming assault.

I wait. Excitement and anticipation builds; my slit soaking with each second.

Oh god, just fuck me already!!

As if hearing my thoughts, master grabs my waist roughly and positions himself just inside my warm, wet and ready slit.

Fuck!

One quick thrust, and the world comes apart at the seams.

Oh shit!

Master bucks his hips roughly, pushing into me with everything he's got. Low sexy grunts leave his gritted teeth as he slams into me harder and harder. Somehow I manage to hold my own, pushing back against his body, ensuring I don't fall forward.

As time goes on, and the rough intense assault exhausts me, I feel my body build.

Will master let me cum today?

I hope he does!

I need to!

Please???

Master growls loudly. "Cum for me Lizzie! Cum!"

I close my eyes and let the pleasure wash over me.

Just as I'm getting close to my end goal, one of master's hands leaves my waist and comes down onto my shoulder; his perfectly manicured nails digging into the soft flesh, scratching their way down my back, almost painfully.

A loud whimper of need leaves my lips and before I have time to acknowledge it, master's hand slaps hard against my right butt cheek.

I gasp and moan.

All the while, master has continued with fucking me to the max--harder and harder--pushing me closer, higher...

I am so close! Oh please!!!

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