Page 13 of Bride Unwanted

“Yes, I promise. Talon has taken good care of me.”

“When did this all happen?”

“I saw the agency’s ad online last month; they matched us pretty quickly, and we got married two days ago,” I explain.

My mom looks past me at Talon. “I’m guessing you have something to do with me moving into this nice room?”

Talon gives her a gentle smile. “Anything for my new mother-in-law. My family and I are very close, we take care of each other. And now you are part of that family too.”

My heart warms at his words. I didn’t know I needed to hear them until he spoke them. For so long, it has just been my mom and me. A big family is something I yearned for, and now I finally have it.

8

TALON

Over the next few days, Callie and I continue to grow ever closer. She begins to really trust me. I can feel it in her embrace. The way she holds me just a little longer. Not wanting to let go.

As she grows more trusting, I grow more and more protective of her. The thought of someone hurting her makes my temper boil and my stomach churn. Like an intrusive thought, it snakes its way into my brain.

I also know that I can’t hide her forever. Eventually, someone will find out about my marriage. Shaking my head, I banish the thoughts to the back of my mind. “Just be happy.” My father’s advice when I told him I would be stepping away for a few weeks to get to know Callie.

I took it as surface level advice, but the old man was wiser than me once again. He was telling me to allow myself not to worry for a few days. That I had a lifetime of worry ahead of me. Deciding to at least halfway heed his advice, I come to the conclusion that after my “Honeymoon” I will worry. Until then, I have protection around us. Plus, a .45 under my shoulder.

“How is your mom adjusting to her new surroundings?”

Callie’s nose is buried in her phone, scrolling through social media. The mention of her mom breaking the spell most people seem to be under with them. I wasn’t totally innocent. I watch the stock market like a hawk.

“She loves it,” she says excitedly. “It’s really done a lot for her spirits.”

I bought her a place of her own and hired an entire medical staff. The hospital was nice. But I wanted her to have dedicated care.

“Good,” I say simply. “Why don’t you go get dressed and let’s go out for dinner tonight?”

“I don’t want to go anywhere fancy. Let’s go to a real pizzeria,” she whines.

I roll my eyes. I don’t really like pizza. It’s a lot of calories for a small amount of food, but she’s been on my case since yesterday to get a slice.

“Fine. I will take you to eat pizza.” I relent.

“Yessssss.” She pumps her fist.

I text my driver to pull around. I don’t bother calling for security because it’s in my part of NY. Little Italy has been in my family for generations. Heading into our bedroom, I open my drawer and pull out a little gift I have for Callie.

Vibrating panties courtesy of my local sex shop. I want to see her squirm in public. I will make her change into them at the restaurant.

Callie comes out of the bedroom in a tight sundress. My cock twitched at the thought of her little pussy only being covered by a couple pieces of cloth.

“I might not be able to wait until later to fuck you in that dress.”

She gives me a devilish grin and swirls the bottom of the dress. Pulling it up, she reveals a tiny thong that barely contains her pussy inside of them.

“I thought you might like seeing what’s waiting for you,” she says innocently.

Fighting back the urge to rip everything off of her, I take her into my arms and feel the perfect ass that only I get to have. My hands roam her body, and her breathing starts to pick up. Taking her throat into my large hand, I give it a squeeze. She sucks in a breath at the sensation.

“When I get you home, all of your holes will be taken tonight,” I say through gritted teeth.

The look she gives me almost sends me over the edge. She motions her head toward the bedroom as if to say why wait? Letting her go, I continue to gather my things.

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