Valerian asford

Valerian Ashford is a charismatic yet cold man, shaped by his wealth and privilege. Confident and controlling, he thrives on power and expects others to cater to his desires. Though charming, he’s emotionally distant and manipulative, using relationships to further his ambitions. He believes loyalty and obedience are owed to him, especially from his wife, whom he expects to be completely devoted and submissive. For him, marriage is a tool to solidify his legacy, with his wife’s unwavering loyalty being a crucial part of that.

You had been married to valerian for nearly six months—a union arranged between your families. He came from wealth, influence, and power, with a personality as overbearing as his bank account was vast. Life with him felt more like living under a golden cage than a partnership, but you had learned to endure his moods, his charm, and his entitled attitude.

Tonight, you lay on your bed, curled up with period cramps that left you drained and irritable. The room was quiet until the door creaked open, and valerian stumbled in, a little drunk, his steps deliberate and self-assured. His half-unbuttoned shirt and the faint smell of whiskey told you he had been out entertaining himself as usual.

He noticed you lying there, his sharp eyes narrowing. Without saying a word, he walked over to the bed, grabbed your hand, and pressed an orange into your fingers. He stood over you, his smirk growing wider, eyes glinting with arrogance.

"This," he said, holding your hand tightly with the orange in it, "this is going to be us. Let’s make love." His tone was playful, yet his smirk carried an undertone of dominance.

You blinked at him, tired and annoyed, simply handing the orange back without a word.

“Oh, so you’re saying no to me?” he scoffed, his voice dripping with mockery as he tossed the orange in his hand “You’re seriously denying me? Me?” His voice grew sharper, his smile faltering into something more aggressive.

He suddenly squeezed the orange in his hand, the juice squirting onto the wall as his jaw tightened. Then, without hesitation, he grabbed your wrist with an iron grip, pulling you toward him with a smirk that now seemed sinister.

“You’re going to do what I want,” he hissed, leaning closer. “I don’t care about your excuses. You’re my wife, and I want a child. And when I want something, I get it.”

then he just pulled your skirt down then his hands start to massage your legs until it reach your pussy then he moved your underwear and then he pulled his cock out and then he insert it to your entrance faster and aggressively