He hauled her to her feet without warning.

They weren't finished. That had only been the beginning.

Pinning her against the wall, he wasted no time before thrusting into her.

A sharp pain tore through her, forcing a cry from her lips as she felt her virginity give way.

Chloe barely had time to process what had happened before he began moving.

At first, his thrusts were slow and deep.

"Look at me," he ordered.

She opened her tear-filled eyes and met the icy blue gaze of the man who had bought her. He watched every reaction, claiming what he had paid for.

Gradually, the painful pressure began to change.

The friction...

The steady rhythm...

The relentless thrusts...

They ignited a primitive heat deep inside her. Urgent. Consuming. Her body responded instinctively to the unfamiliar pleasure.

Almost without thinking, Chloe wrapped her arms around his neck.

Her back arched, silently begging to feel every inch of him even deeper.

The sounds escaping her lips were no longer cries of pain.

They were moans of pure pleasure.

"You like it?" he murmured, his voice strained with effort. "Are you enjoying your first fuck?"

"Yes..." she moaned.

She couldn't say anything else. She only wanted it to continue. The pleasure swelled like a tidal wave, washing away the emptiness of the past four years.

Then came the spasms. Powerful. Overwhelming. Unlike anything she had ever experienced. Her release escaped in a muffled cry as her body went limp in his arms.

He watched her for a moment, taking in the ecstasy on her face before driving into her again and again.

"I'm going to fill you all the way up," he growled.

A deep groan rumbled from his chest as he finally reached his own release.

Silence settled over the room.

Only the sound of their breathing remained.

Exhausted, Chloe rested in his arms, fully awake as she tried to process everything she had just experienced.

Her first time hadn't been romantic. But she didn't care. That wasn't what she'd wanted anymore. She had only wanted to be fucked.

And tonight, the masked stud who had paid six million dollars for her first time had given her her first real experience of sex.

The possessive way he'd taken her had become the key to her awakening.

-

Chloe woke up in the Montgomery mansion.

The night before, she had finally lost her virginity, to a real stud.

He had filled her again and again throughout the night.

She rolled across the bed with a blissful smile, still savoring the memory of the incredible fucking she'd wanted for so long.

When it was over, he had simply left without saying a word, leaving her alone in the suite, still covered in the evidence of their night together.

And she had been perfectly happy.

A knock sounded at her bedroom door.

She sat up, quickly composing herself.

It was time to become Mrs. Montgomery again.

"Come in," she said, authority returning to her voice.

A maid entered carrying a breakfast tray. She looked surprised to find her mistress still in bed, dressed in her pajamas.

"Good morning, ma'am. Are you feeling ill?" she asked as she set the tray on the nearby table.

"I'm just... not feeling my best today," Chloe replied coolly.

Of course she wasn't in any condition to get out of bed.

That masked stud had completely wrecked her.

Her hips ached, and her legs felt like jelly.

She would have happily spent the entire day recovering beneath the covers.

"Of course, ma'am."

The maid bowed respectfully.

"Mr. Montgomery's assistant called. Your presence is required this evening. You're expected to accompany Mr. Montgomery to an important dinner."

Chloe narrowed her eyes. All she wanted was to stay in bed. But her cheating idiot of a husband had ruined her plans.

She couldn't refuse. She still had to play the role of the perfect wife.

Though it was strange. Saturdays were usually the days he was supposedly away on business.

Or, as she now knew...

Busy fucking one of his mistresses.

"Very well. You may go."

She offered the maid a polite smile.

The woman bowed again before quietly leaving the room.

Chloe flopped back onto the bed.

She wanted nothing more than to spend the entire day there.

Instead, her cheating husband had managed to make her life difficult on the very day she could barely move after the pounding the masked stud had given her.

Her phone rang.

She reached over to the nightstand.

It was Ivanna.

After all, Ivanna had helped her get back to the mansion and had seen exactly what kind of condition her mysterious buyer had left her in.

"So," Ivanna teased the moment Chloe answered, "what does it feel like to finally stop being the virgin wife?"

"Amazing." Chloe smiled from ear to ear. "Is that all you called to ask?"

"No." Ivanna's tone turned more serious. "Madame contacted me. She said the masked man didn't use protection."

She paused.

"Chloe, I don't think you want to end up pregnant by a stranger who paid six million dollars for your first time. I sent emergency contraception over for you to take today. And I've already scheduled an appointment with my gynecologist on Monday so you can get a prescription for regular birth control."

Chloe let out a sigh.

Ivanna was right. If she didn't want to end up pregnant, she needed to be careful. Last night had only been the beginning. She intended to keep looking for men who could satisfy her in ways her husband never had.

"One question," Chloe said curiously. "How did Madame know my buyer didn't use protection?"

"Black Silk's rooms are specially designed for private encounters," Ivanna explained matter-of-factly. "When the staff cleaned the suite this morning, they noticed the condoms were untouched."

"Got it." Chloe nodded. "Well, I'll see you later. I need to get ready. I have to accompany Dante Montgomery to an important dinner tonight."

She ended the call.

The moment she stood up, a sharp ache shot through her hips and between her thighs. The soreness was intense, but remembering why she felt that way only made her smile.

She didn't regret a single thing.

In fact, she wanted to experience great sex again.

It was just a shame it probably wouldn't be with that mysterious stranger. He had fulfilled his part, and their night together was over.

She walked into the bathroom and stopped in front of the mirror. Slipping off her nightgown, she stood naked, examining herself.

Faint red marks covered her skin, proof of just how intense and pleasurable the night before had been. And, above all, how real it had been.

Her phone buzzed. It was a message from her husband, Dante.

The text was brief, containing instructions on what she was expected to wear that evening, along with a reminder to be punctual because the dinner was with an important investor.

"Idiot," she muttered, staring at her reflection.

"What would you do if you found out some stud fucked me?"

The thought made her laugh.

Of course, it would remain her secret. Just as Dante spent every weekend sleeping with whichever woman he pleased, she would do the same.

She would find lovers of her own and spend her weekends enjoying each of them, indulging in the kind of rough, passionate sex she'd been denied for so long.

-

Dante Montgomery was the country's most powerful CEO, a billionaire whose fortune exceeded anything most people could imagine.

At twenty-six, he'd been forced into an arranged marriage with Chloe Brooks.

He had promised to give her the best life money could buy, and in his mind, he'd kept that promise.

Mrs. Montgomery enjoyed every luxury a woman could ever want.

There was only one thing he'd failed to give her.

Himself.

He had never intended to satisfy her in bed.

He didn't want an inexperienced girl who couldn't please him sexually.

Now, four years later, Chloe was nothing more than his wife on paper.

To the public, they were the perfect couple.

To Dante, it was simply a contract.

He wanted nothing from Chloe except for her to play the role of the flawless wife whenever they were seen together.

He strode confidently through the headquarters of Montgomery Group, the tallest and most impressive building in the city, perhaps even the entire country.

He was brilliant at business.

He was just as skilled at managing the women in his private life.

Every one of his lovers signed a strict confidentiality agreement. Under no circumstances could they reveal they had a sexual relationship with him.

Anyone who dared defy Dante Montgomery would pay dearly for it.

"Sir, your wife's housekeeper has already been informed about tonight's dinner," his assistant said as he followed behind him.

Dante gave a brief nod.

He stepped into his private elevator while his assistant pressed the button for the top floor, where Dante's office was located.

"The money you requested is also ready," the assistant added.

Dante glanced at him and nodded again.

Last night, he had done something he'd never imagined himself doing.

He had bought a woman.

Not just any woman.

A virgin.

The very type of woman he had never desired.

But the moment he'd seen her standing inside that glass display case, something had awakened inside him.

He had wanted her badly enough to spend six million dollars just to claim her first time.

And the best part?

He didn't regret it.

Despite her lack of experience, the masked woman had been incredible in bed.

He'd fucked her for most of the night, filled her completely with himself until every ounce of desire had been satisfied, then walked away without another thought.

He hadn't even bothered asking who she was.

He had no intention of seeing her again.

He'd wanted a taste of her.

Now he'd had it.

"Transfer the payment to Madame," he instructed. "Be discreet, as always."

The assistant nodded.

The elevator doors opened onto Dante Montgomery's luxurious executive office.

He still had work to finish before the evening's dinner.

Normally, weekends were reserved for one of his lovers.

But after the woman he'd bought the night before had thoroughly satisfied him, he had no need to call the one currently waiting her turn.

He settled into his expensive leather chair behind his desk.

Floor-to-ceiling windows stretched behind him, overlooking the city beneath a perfectly clear sky.

Then a thought suddenly occurred to him.

He hadn't used a condom.

That had never happened before.

He was always careful.

The last thing he wanted was an illegitimate child.

It wasn't as though he had any intention of having children with his wife, Chloe.

She had never appealed to him.

She was too plain. Too inexperienced. Still a virgin.

She couldn't compare to the woman he'd had last night.

Yes, that woman had been a virgin too. But she had possessed an irresistible body.

He had been the first man to enter her. The first to fill her with pleasure.

Chloe, on the other hand, could never measure up to the mysterious woman from Black Silk.

Or to any of his lovers.

He would never sleep with her.