Page 21 of Daddy's Mad Love

As I wanted to spoil and indulge her, to see if I could make her smile, I also wanted to touch every inch of her, stake my claim all over her body, and fuck her until she couldn’t walk, so she couldn’t move without a reminder of how thoroughly I’d possessed her.

Was this what love felt like?

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” The moment Father Lucas gave us permission, I stepped forward, pulling Hailey into my arms before she could react. She stiffened as my lips covered hers, giving her a far-from-appropriate kiss, not at all decorous.

I nipped at her lower lip, grinning when Father Lucas cleared his throat before I pulled away. Hailey’s eyes were widened with shock. Had she expected a chaste kiss from me? She might not love me, she might even hate me for marrying her this way, but she couldn’t deny the passion between us, and I wasn’t going to let her forget it. It was one of the strongest weapons I had on my side.

Taking her hand, I turn to lead her down the aisle.

“Wait! My bouquet!”

I rolled my eyes but didn’t resist when she turned back to Clara to take her bouquet. She didn’t want the wedding, but she wanted her bouquet? There are some things about women I might never understand.

Holding the bouquet firmly in front of her midriff, she allowed me to lead her back down the aisle, head held high, a solemn expression on her face. I grinned widely. She can play the martyr all she wants. When she’s screaming out her climax in bed tonight, things won’t seem so bad.

Hailey

Married.

The ring felt like a shackle around my finger. No wonder they called it being manacled.

Clutching Giacomo’s arm, I tried to pretend I was leaving a regular church service, not a wedding ceremony—certainly not my own wedding. My gaze swept over the crowd, now a sea of faces instead of the backs of heads.

I recognize several of my cousins, uncles, and aunts, though I hadn’t seen them in years. When my gaze turned to Giacomo’s side, I jerked with surprise when my eyes locked with Bruce’s, but only for a moment. We were almost level with him when I finally saw him, but it was long enough to recognize him.

Giacomo’s grip on my hand tightened, pressing my fingers more firmly into his forearm as unexpected rage bubbled up inside my throat. I didn’t know who was to blame for Bruce’s presence at my wedding, but whoever it was, I wanted to kick them. As if I needed that failed romance, if it could even be called that, rubbed in my face. Or perhaps it was his connection to the police they were rubbing in. Either way.

I gritted my teeth and did my best not to squeeze my bouquet too tightly. I had to be careful with it. I needed it to last until tonight. I couldn’t have anyone finding out what I’d hidden inside the flower stems until it was too late.

10

Jack

The reception went by in a blur, a whirling dervish of faces and meaningless conversations, congratulations, and ribald jokes. My patience slipped away far faster than the actual minutes. I wanted to be alone with my bride. I couldn’t wait to get my hands under her dress and find out what she was wearing underneath.

Maybe I wouldn’t even undress her for the first time. Maybe I would leave her fully gowned, fucking her through a cloud of virginal white fabric as I debauched and deflowered her. It became harder and harder to keep my unruly cock under control, despite all the people around us. Fortunately, thanks to the press of the crowd, no one looked down to notice.

“Jack, did you see where Hailey’s little friend went?” Gio came up beside me when my cousin Vinnie departed, frowning as he tried to find the diminutive blonde in the crowd. Truthfully, she should have stood out more than she did, considering the majority of the guests had dark hair, but she was very short.

“Gave you the slip again, did she?” I asked with amusement. Watching Gio chase her all over the banquet hall had been the only thing keeping my impatience from exploding. She was a nimble little thing. “Is she not with Hailey anymore?”

I hadn’t been watching anyone other than my bride, so of course, I’d noticed when Clara appeared by her side while Hailey spoke with my mother’s cousins. I’d somehow missed her disappearing again.

“No.” Gio scowled and stalked off, a man on a mission.

Grinning, I pulled out my pocket watch to check the time. Ah. Finally.

Catching my father’s eye, I made a discreet motion to the door. He frowned, checked his own watch, then met my eyes again to give me a nod of approval. Doubtless, my mother would prefer Hailey and I stay for longer, but my patience had run out.

Moving swiftly through the crowd, like a shark hunting a particular fish within a school, I moved unerringly to my bride’s side. She was standing among her cousins, a false smile on her face, though when she saw me approaching, she pretended to be far more interested in their conversation than she had been a moment before.

I had no interest in being polite and waiting for them to finish.

“Hailey, it’s time to go.” I interrupted the conversation without apology, holding out my hand, not looking at the others. For a moment, it seemed as if she might protest, though I hadn’t seen any sign she’d been enjoying the past few hours any more than I had, then she nodded.

Smiled her fake little smile.

Excused herself from her cousins.

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