You had expected anything other than this disappointment honestly.

Sure. It was an arranged marriage, but this wasn’t just some nameless old man. No. For someone who prided himself so much and was a self proclaimed genius, you had expected something more from him.

Something other than two minutes of just moving in and out of you without rhythm, not even caring about your pleasure and merely focusing on getting himself off.

For someone who was so proud about his stamina, this was pathetic. Really, really pathetic.

Barely even bothering to even try and make it somewhat pleasurable for you.

And it was even worse when he was done. Some ply pulling out and rolling over, practically knocked out the moment his head hit the pillow, not even bothering for any aftercare or cleaning up the mess he left between your legs