Cruelly Married Pt 02

The tap at the door pulled Eliza away from the sound of her husband's snoring. Slowly she stood up opening the door, "Yes." She narrowed her eyes as the maid stood in front of her.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, but you have a visitor." The girl's voice was caught in her chest as she kept her eyes down, Eliza raised her hand to the girl's chin lifting it up, her neck was covered in bruises and her eye was black.

"Tell Mrs Jenkins that you are to be relieved with a months pay and a very good reference, she will understand." Eliza looked over at her husband, "Who is the guest?"

"He said his name was Edward."

Eliza nodded, "Alright, I will be down momentarily. As for you, I would leave today before he wakes." She said softly.

The maid said nothing as she backed away, Eliza glared at Jordan, his snoring echoed around the room. She closed the door leaning back against the hardwood as she closed her eyes, three deep breaths and she was ready to start the day.

It took a few minutes for her to dress and come downstairs, she wore a simple day dress in pink, her hair had been pulled back off her shoulders and the bare minimum of make-up touched her face. She pushed open the door to the sitting room, Edward had been given tea but he was stood looking at a picture on the wall, his back to the door. As he heard the door open he turned, his features so close to Jordan, but his brown eyes had a softness that her husband did not have.

"Eliza, forgive me for waking you." He moved towards her reaching for a hand.

A shy smile crossed her cheek, "I was already awake, but not dressed, if anything you pushed me to get out of bed." She offered, taking his hand, he bowed slightly lifting the back of her hand to his lips.

"Ah." He almost purred the word as he stepped closer, a hand moving to the small of her back as he guided her to the table. "How is Uncle Jordan?" He asked.

Eliza noted the terseness of the question, "Whoring all night, sleeping all day, but I am sure that you already know that."

Edward nodded as he pulled her chair back, leaning down as she sat, she could feel his breath of the back of her neck. "Why do you think I come to visit early?" She leaned back in her seat, his fingertip brushed over the bare skin of her arm.

"This is a dangerous game you play." She whispered. "He might be asleep now, but he will wake." She turned her head towards him, her eyes trailed over his face, he looked like Jordan, but there were the dark features of his father. She moved her hand brushing her fingers over his jawline softly she smiled.

"I don't care if he wakes." Edward knelt quickly, "Come away with me, now. You and the boys, please." He picked up her hand holding it softly.

Eliza looked into his eyes, she shook her head. "How many times do I have to tell you, I can't."

"I should have been there at your birthday, I would have never let you leave my side, we would be married and happy instead you are nothing but his possession."

"Edward." She shook her head, her red curls bouncing over her shoulder, "It would not have mattered, he was determined to have me. If I had been your wife he still would..." She closed her eyes tears fell silently as they had many times before, each one carving a little deeper into her heart.

He cupped her cheek, brushing them away before leaning in, his lips catching hers softly.

Eliza's mind pulled her back, his touch, though softer still reminded her of her wedding day.

She pulled back, her eyes fill with tears, not from joy but fear. Jordan stood before her, gripping her hand tightly. "You are mine forever Eliza." Jordan hissed slightly.

Eliza turned towards the guests, she forced a smile onto her face, each of the guests was clapping except one. Edward stood next to his twin sister Margaret she could see the anger in his eyes as he glared at his uncle.

Jordan gripped her arm walking her down the aisle and out the front door.

"Why did her parents even agree to this marriage?" Edward whispered towards his twin.

Margaret shook her head as she held his hand as they headed out of the church with the rest of the family. "From what I heard they had no choice." She whispered keeping her voice low.

"What do you mean?" He asked, his voice rising in anger.

"What are you two arguing about?" Their father Vester walked behind them, pushing himself between the two of them.

"We're not arguing, I just want to know why she married him." Edward lowered his voice, bowing his head slightly at his father. "You know don't you?"

Vester sighed as he looked between his oldest living children, he slowly nodded. "I like Eliza, I do, but she caused this herself."

"What do you mean?" Edward asked frowning.

"She had to marry him she is pregnant."

"Pregnant?" Edward shook his head, "She would never..." He closed his eyes, "I'm missing some piece of information." He whispered to himself.

"Edward, it's done, they are married." Margaret looked at him with the same brown eyes, pleading with him to give up. "I know you had feelings for her..."

"I was going to marry her, as soon as her birthday was over, we were going to marry." He closed his eyes pushing a lock of brown hair from his face.

Vester placed a hand on Edwards' shoulder, squeezing slightly. "What's done is done, we must keep moving forward."

Eliza barely said a word to anyone as the reception happened around her, Jordan sat beside her his drink was being refilled at a regular rate. She stood up, Jordan caught her hand gripping firmly. "Where are you going?" He asked, his words slurring slightly.

"To the bathroom." She said softly pulling her hand back, "Do you want to follow me there?"

"No, fine." He waved his hand away turning back to the waitress as his glass was refilled.

Eliza stepped back from the table, making her way out of the reception hall.

"Eliza wait."

She turned towards the voice, looking over at the tall figure in the doorway. "Edward." She smiled briefly, "You shouldn't be here." She closed her eyes covering her face with her hands. "I never wanted you to see me like this."

Edward walked over wrapping his arms around her, pulling her in towards his chest. "Your birthday...I should have been there." He brushed a hand through her hair.

Eliza shook her head, pushing herself back from him, she didn't want to think about that night, the one that caused it all. "I made a choice I must live with the consequences."

"Come with me, please, we can runaway tonight." He smiled down at her running his fingertips over her chin. "I'll look after you."

She shook her head. "Everything had gone too far for me to back out, my reputation had already been destroyed. I have no choice."

"You do have a choice, come with me now. I will never hurt you. Eliza please, I love you." Edward looked down at her, his hands resting on her hips.

"Edward, I..." She looked into his eyes. "I can't leave Jordan, I made my decision, for good or bad, I have no choice." She whispered. "I will always love you." Eliza leaned in her hand resting on his chest as her lips met his, soft and hesitant at first, her lips tingled as he wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her tight against him. The kiss deepened, his tongue brushed over her lips seeking entry, with a sigh she opened her mouth tasting him for the first time. Every emotion threatened to spill out from her, she pictured the life she could have had with Edward instead of the dark looming figure of Jordan clouded her future.

She broke the kiss tears falling down her cheeks. "Edward, I can't leave Jordan." She whispered, her hand still on his cheek as spoke. "But, I might survive being his wife if I could have one perfect moment with you. It might be enough." She whispered.

Edward closed his eyes, every inch of him wanted to rush into the reception and challenge that bastard to a duel, but anger was being pushed aside by a more primal need. He nodded before scooping her up into his arms, if they were only to get one moment with her then he wasn't going to ruin it by fighting.

His feet carried her up to the master bedroom, it was apt. He would be with the woman he loved in her marriage bed. Setting her down on the floor he turned her struggling with the bindings on the back until she pushed his hands away. "I can undress." She smiled slightly looking over her shoulder at him.

Edward blushed but nodded unfastening the many buttons of his own clothing before folding them neatly into a pile, if he was going back out to the part he wanted there to be no indication of what they were about to do. He looked up at her with a gasp, in the time he had undressed and folded his clothes she was entirely naked, the soft candlelight highlighted her slender figure. He frowned as he noticed she didn't seem to be showing from her pregnancy. "Are you sure you're pregnant?" He asked moving towards her, he brushed his fingers over her tight stomach, before curling over her hip.

"I was, but...well, I'm not anymore." She frowned looking away from him.

"I'm sorry." He said softly.

"Don't be, if it had happened sooner I wouldn't have had to marry him."

He traced his fingers over her side before pulling her onto the bed. "We can't change the past." He whispered he knew her mind she wouldn't leave Jordan. "I will always be here for you, whenever you need comfort I will be here for you."

Light poured in through the window as dawn approached, a shuffling outside the doorway woke Eliza up. Her body ached from her wedding night, memories of Edward filled her, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. It was everything she imagined, his touch was gentle, his lips burned her skin. Wrapping an arm around herself she sighed softly, perhaps one more foray and she could... her hand reached out meeting nothing, the bed was empty. "Edward." She whispered to herself, he had gone. The door opened suddenly, she pulled the blanket under her chin. "Who's there?" She asked the backlit figure stepped forward before shutting the door.

"Ah, there is my wife." Jordan slurred stumbling forward. "I thought you had run away from me." He laughed softly before falling onto the bed beside her. "What is this?" He asked as he gripped the blanket pulling it from her, baring her naked body to the room. "Waiting for me huh?"

Eliza shifted away from him, "No, I was asleep." She shook her head grabbing the blanket back off him. "You should sleep too." She turned away from him.

"This is my wedding night too." He turned towards her grabbing her hips he pulled her back against him as he spooned her on the bed. "And on the wedding night, it is customary for the husband and wife to consummate the wedding." He smirked as his hand travelled down cupping her backside digging his fingers into the soft flesh slightly.

She shook her head trying to think of a way out of this. "...no, don't...the baby." She whispered, cursing herself for using the excuse, she had been told not to tell him she had lost the child.

Jordan smirked. "Don't worry, my little Eliza." She felt his finger finding her pussy teasing around the outside, his finger already wet from her and Edwards. "I promise I'll never hurt you, I can enjoy just as much."

"What do you mean?" She asked she shook slightly unable to move away from him as she felt his fingers move from their previous place, slowly moving backwards running between her tight ass cheeks and up to her hips.

"I want you to lay on your stomach." He ordered, his voice was stern as he pulled back from her standing beside the bed, she heard him undress as she turned onto her front, glad that she didn't have to see him.

He moved around the room until he was stood at the end of the bed, his eyes danced over her naked skin under the dawn light, she was perfect and his. A small part of him wanted to curl up with her, just feel her body against him, finally, bring him some peace.

Reaching over he ran his fingers over her skin before noticing a mark on her back, he moved his hand over. Five perfect finger marks on her skin, he closed his eyes for a second before looking again, there was another set and another. Someone else had touched his wife, on his wedding day before he had, it didn't matter he had spent the night buried between the legs of the waitress, Eliza was his property and she had defiled herself.

"Eliza." He said softly, his hands running over her back.

"Jordan?" She answered turning her head towards him to look over her shoulder.

"Do you love me?" He asked.

She shivered looking away from him, "No. I don't love you."

Jordan nodded, she was being honest at least. "Well if you don't love me, do you fear me?" He asked.

Eliza paused, "Should I fear you?" She asked.

He grabbed her hips pulling her down the bed until her stomach rested on the edge, he leant forward pressing his erect cock against her tight wet cunt as he whispered into her ear. "More than anything else in the world."

With a slight shift he drove himself deep into her tight channel, he let out a groan. Eliza stiffened, her fingers digging into the sheets as she stifled a cry. He gripped her hair with his hand before thrusting deep and hard inside her, the hand on her hip pulling her back against him digging into her flesh.

"Jordan, stop." She whimpered, all thoughts of Edward was being erased with every thrust from Jordan.

He let out a groan his grip tightening on her hip before he drove himself deep inside her, groaning in pleasure as he released himself inside her. His breathing deep as he collapsed beside her, his cock still inside her tight pussy as he pulled her close. "I told you earlier you are mine forever."

Eliza blinked back the memory of that night as she looked at Edward, 5 years had passed since she had married Jordan, only the thought of the man before her and the two boys upstairs made her feel like she could carry on. "Edward, if I was to tell you that your uncle isn't a well man would you still want me?" She asked.

Edward frowned, "I will wait forever if it means I can be with you." He smiled running a hand through her hair softly.

"Good. Prepare yourself." She smiled, "We can be a family soon enough." Her fingers brushed over the vial in her pocket, the day would soon come when her husband would no longer cause anyone else pain.