Page 69 of Weeping Roses

Her expression changes, but it’s not the one I expected. Instead of anger, lust lights in her eyes as she drops before me.

The candles flicker in the glass domes set among the red roses and I flick the switch, lowering the blinds across the windows. It bathes the room in seduction and, as I whip the belt from around my pants, I growl, “Open your mouth.”

The heated gaze she directs my way tells me I made the right decision and as I unzip my pants, I palm my cock in my hands.

I say nothing and guide the tip toward her open mouth and the way her lashes settle on her cheeks causes me to growl with appreciation. As wedding nights go, this must do because fucking my bride on the altar is only one of my demented fantasies.

I hit the back of her throat before she can take a deep breath and as I scrape against her teeth, I swear I have never been so turned on. Reaching down, I grasp her hair and fuck her mouth hard, loving the way she accepts me and does her best to make it work. I am using her when I should be loving her, but this isn’t a love match. It’s a lust match and I will demonstrate how much of that I hold for her when my own fantasy is complete.

I push in hard and fast, savoring the moment when I control another person for the rest of our lives. I will be a good husband to Polly. The best and she will be a good wife. I already know we have the ingredients to make a stunning marriage and I still can’t believe I never thought of this sooner.

CHAPTER 38

POLLY

Ican’t believe I’m doing this. I’m on my knees in front of my new husband and all the feminists in the world must be howling with rage by now. I don’t care. I’m here because I want to be. I love the idea and if Valentin believes I am on my knees because he said so, he’s got another thing coming.

I pull him in deeper, loving how he fills my mouth and as I suck and lick his hard cock, I relish the groans that escape from deep inside him. I am controlling him, not the other way around, and my knickers are already soaked through because I am turned on so much.

I loved the simple wedding, the intimate ceremony, and the room filled with decadent red roses, their heavenly scent wafting around the flames of several dozen candles. It’s romantic, seductive and perfect and why wouldn’t I be happy to consummate my marriage in the room where it happened?

My eyes are closed as I give into the delight of pleasuring my husband for the very first time. I’m surprised, though, when he pulls out before I’ve achieved my aim and the soft look he directs my way as he pulls me to my feet has my heart panting.

He strokes my face lovingly and whispers, “My turn now.”

My blood heats and my knees tremble when I sense the darkness descending on the room.

He rearranges his clothing and then nods toward the door. “I’ve arranged a surprise for you.”

“Another one?” I laugh softly. “I’m not sure I can cope with anymore surprises today.”

The wicked glint in his eye should warn me that I may not like this particular surprise, and I stare in amazement as Simon enters, wheeling a trolley. He says nothing. He doesn’t even glance in our direction and, as the door closes behind him, Valentin laughs softly.

“I have arranged our wedding feast.”

“You don’t hang around.”

He winks as he heads over to the trolley and points to a table strewn with a white tablecloth. There is nothing on it at all, and I cock my head to one side.

“Would you like me to help you?”

“No.” He shakes his head and then fixes me with a lustful expression.

“I want you to take your clothes off and lie on the table.”

I stare at him in shock and he raises his eyes. “What’s the matter? We already decided we would try this out and what better time and place than on our wedding night?”

“I didn’t think you were serious.”

I don’t know why I’m strangely nervous about this, and he points to the table.

“We could do it in public if you prefer.”

I don’t even stop to answer him and pull the straps from my shoulder and allow the dress to fall to the floor, revealing the sexy lingerie I wore for the occasion.

His eyes flash with a power that should alarm me but instead, I reach behind me and unclip the corset that hugs my body and allow it to join the dress in a heap on the floor.

“The heels remain.” He growls as his gaze rakes my body, leaving me in no doubt of his intentions and as I walk to the table, my heart beats wildly. As I climb on to it, I’m not sure the reality is as sexy as the fantasy.

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