Page 28 of The Stowaway

“Judging by how late we are, I think you already gave it to her,” my grandmother retorted, and I heard all of them snicker.

I ignored her and pounded on the door again.

My grandmother opened the door a crack and looked at me suspiciously.

“Babushka,” I said gently, but when I tried to look through the crack, I couldn't see anything.

She grinned at me.

“You won't see her, what do you want?”

I sighed and gave her the black velvet box through the crack.

“Her jewellery,” I said reluctantly because I’d wanted to give it to her. I guess it was my fault because I’d been more interested in fucking her this morning.

“Ah, I wondered why you had only given the poor girl one measly ring,” she said with a smirk and tried to close the door.

“No, wait, there is a note for her,” I said hastily as I pulled it out of my pocket.

My grandmother’s face softened.

“You're a good boy, Ivan. Now run along,” she said while she took the envelope, then proceeded to slam the door in my face.

I stood there for a moment and considered putting my ear to the door. I heard my father calling me, and I stuffed my hands into my trouser pockets to find him. It wouldn't take too long to get to the church.

I thought of the words I’d struggled with for my note to her.

How could I quantify what I felt for her? What today meant for me.

I sighed when I heard my grandfather call my name.

∞∞∞

The church was full of my family. I glanced over at them, and for all the fuss, I was glad everyone had come even though I’d given such short notice. My parents had a permanent grin on their faces, and my grandmother gave me a thumbs-up. I’d chosen Dima as my best man instead of my brothers. I knew they wouldn't be upset as they knew I’d known Dima for years. Maksim and Pavel would take care of the rest until we got back to the estate.

When the Wedding March commenced, my eyes flew to the door, and the church went silent. Amelia wore a stunning deep red traditional Russian wedding dress. The headpiece, adorned by gems as it trailed down the sides of her face, it matched the dress perfectly. I was aware of the whispers in the church, but I only had eyes for my Kitten.

My grandfather held her arm and walked with her. He stood tall, and his chest was puffed up in pride. My Kitten never once mentioned her mother, and neither did I. I hoped my family was enough for her. I could see the eighty-four-carat diamond necklace sparkle on her neck, but the best part was knowing my scent was smeared all over her.

“I will never doubt you again,” Dima said from beside me.

I smiled at his words, remembering his suspicions about Amelia.

She was nothing like the girl I’d met a little over two weeks ago. My grandfather placed her hand into mine.

“May you both have as many happy years as we have had,” he said gruffly. “Look after her. She is the rarest of gems.”

With that, he patted Amelia’s hand and went to take his place beside my grandmother.

“You look stunning, Kitten,” I whispered as I gazed at her face.

She had a make-up artist do her face, but her lips were bare because I had smeared our combined cum over her lips this morning. Whatever they had done, her green eyes shone brighter than usual, and she had a beautiful blush on her cheeks. I bent down and kissed her forehead.

The priest cleared his throat uncomfortably, which I ignored. My Kitten had no family, only me and my family, so I didn't care what anyone thought of my actions.

∞∞∞

I’d had to cover her cheeks with my hands to kiss her but to lick any remaining essence off her lips in the church without anyone seeing what I did. I wish I could have fucked her straight after the ceremony, but here I was back at home for the reception. My eyes followed my wife everywhere as my mother and grandmother introduced her to my extended family.

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