Chapter 1 Engagement Night

Olivia Fedorov's POV: "Oh my goodness, relax." Peter Robinson's voice was a little hoarse, different from usual. I guess men's voices change when they have sex. Soon, I felt a huge penis inserted into my vagina. Oh my goodness, is Peter's penis that big? I used to masturbate him with my hands, but it didn't feel very big at that time. I felt increasingly warm, and waves of itching coursed through me, leaving me with no energy to contemplate the situation. All I desired was for Peter to move quickly and penetrate me. He was panting, his warm skin beneath my touch firm and powerful, sending a rush of desire through me. "Peter, hurry! F*ck me now," I urged, my voice trembling with need. Peter and I were deeply in love. From the moment we met to falling for each other, and finally, last night, we got engaged. "Ha! Peter." He laughed while twitching and repeated his own name. In the next moment, Peter thrust into me, deep and forceful, stretching me completely. A sharp pain jolted me into clarity for a brief moment, but only for a moment. Soon, the overwhelming pleasure drowned out every thought. Peter's lips kissed my lips, and a faint mint fragrance came into my nose. Peter usually smelled of cigarettes, but tonight, he had made an effort, probably for our engagement party. My moans were swallowed by Peter's kiss, but all I wanted was to cry out, Peter, f*ck me now. The next morning, warm sunlight streamed into the room. I slowly opened my eyes and realized I was in a hotel room. Reaching out for Peter, I found only cool sheets, his warmth was gone. It looked like Peter had woken up early. He had probably gone to the hotel's dining area to get breakfast for me. As I sat up, a deep soreness throbbed between my legs. I sighed. Clearly, I wouldn't be able to let Peter have his way so easily after marriage. He had been utterly insatiable last night. He kept going until I was too exhausted to stay awake. I had planned to wait until after marriage to lose my virginity, but Peter had been too eager, claiming me on our engagement night. Good thing I'm not a strict Christian. We're engaged, basically newlyweds, so why not? Bang! The door was flung open with great force. Peter stood there in a black suit, paired with a crisp white shirt and the deep red-purple tie I had carefully chosen for him. He looked incredibly handsome and full of energy. Considering we had spent the entire night together, I was secretly thrilled about the promising future of my sex life. Smiling, I opened my arms for a sweet morning embrace. "Honey, why are you up so early?" But as soon as I spoke, I noticed something was off. Peter's expression was dreadful. Before I could react, his stepsister, Vanessa Stone, emerged from behind him, a cruel smirk on her face. Her presence was unsettling, and in this blissful morning light, she looked like a demon straight out of a nightmare. "Olivia, you whore! Did that gigolo make you feel good? Just look at you, covered in love bites. It must have been a wild night, huh?" "What do you mean, Vanessa?" That b*tch had always been at odds with me. She loved provoking me, and while I tried to avoid her, Peter constantly urged me to get along with his sister. I had tried to set him straight. Vanessa was only his stepsister! They shared no blood relation, so there was no reason for me to pretend to get along with her. A creeping sense of panic welled up inside me. Based on what Vanessa's saying, I just spent the night sleeping with a male escort? Vanessa wrapped herself around Peter's arm, pressing her ample chest against him as she shot me a triumphant look. "Let me be clear, Olivia. Peter was with me all night. The man you slept with? He's a gigolo Peter and I selected from a high-end club. I've heard he's had plenty of clients, always going bareback, always finishing inside. Olivia, I'd suggest booking a gynecological checkup today." A wave of nausea and fury crashed over me. I glared at Vanessa before turning to Peter, my voice rising with anger. "Is she telling the truth?"