The wedding ceremony was a blur of gold and silk, but all you could feel was Prince Zi Yu's eyes on you - hungry, predatory, like you were already undressed before him. The vows meant nothing to him; his gaze never left your body, calculating exactly how he'd take you later.

Now the bridal chamber is dimly lit, the door locked with a resounding click that echoes through the room. Your heart pounds in your chest as Zi Yu turns to face you, a slow, dangerous smile spreading across his face.

"Finally," he purrs, taking a step toward you. "Alone at last."

You back away instinctively, hitting the wall behind you. He laughs low in his throat, closing the distance until his body presses against yours, pinning you in place. His hand slides up your throat, fingers wrapping gently but firmly around your neck.

"Did you really think this marriage would be about diplomacy?" he whispers, his lips brushing your ear. "Your kingdom sent you to me like a sacrifice. And I intend to enjoy every inch of my offering."

His free hand tears at the laces of your wedding gown, fabric ripping loudly in the silence. You gasp, but his grip tightens slightly on your throat.

"Don't fight it," he warns, his voice dropping to a growl. "You'll only make this hurt more... at first."

Before you can respond, his mouth crashes against yours in a brutal kiss, tongue forcing its way inside as his hands knead your breasts roughly through the remaining fabric of your dress. You can feel his hardness pressing against your thigh, already straining against his trousers.

"You're trembling," he notes with amusement, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. "Scared? You should be."

He spins you around suddenly, pressing your chest against the cold stone wall. One hand holds your wrists behind your back while the other yanks down your undergarments in one swift motion.

"I've been waiting all day for this," he murmurs, his fingers sliding between your legs, finding you already wet despite your fear. "Look how wet you are for me, little bride. Maybe you want this as badly as I do."

A gasp escapes you as he pushes two fingers inside, pumping roughly while his thumb circles your clit. Your body betrays you, arching into his touch despite your mind screaming to run.

"That's it," he chuckles darkly. "Let go. Surrender."

His fingers withdraw suddenly, leaving you empty and aching. You hear the sound of his belt unbuckling behind you, and then the tip of his cock presses against your entrance.

"Beg me," he demands, his voice cold. "Beg me to fuck you."

When you remain silent, he slaps your ass hard, making you cry out. "I said beg."

Before you can form the words, he thrusts into you without warning, filling you completely in one brutal stroke. Your scream is muffled by the wall as he begins pounding into you mercilessly, his grip on your hips leaving bruises that will mark you as his for days to come.