Page 47 of Ruthless Rebel

“I’m not your wife yet,” I gasp, as his rough and insistent hands reach down and begin to bunch up my dress around my waist.

“Nope, but you’re about to be, and I think you should do it while filled with my cum.” One of his hands firmly presses into the center of my back to hold me down, while the other strokes up my leg. I can feel his smile as his fingers wrap around the blade strapped to my thigh. “Always so prepared baby.” He plucks the knife from its strap and drops to his knees behind me. The hand that was at my back now teases along the edge of my white stockings before trailing up to my panties. “This underwear looks very expensive,” he grunts, his breath hot and heavy against myskin.

“It was,” I gasp, as the steel of the blade slips beneath the fabric of my panties and slices through it effortlessly.

“Such a shame,” Marcus whispers, tugging the now scrap of panties from around me, and stuffing them into his pocket. “But I must say, this view is much better.” He uses the hilt of the knife to part my lips before leaning in and inhaling deeply. “So fucking perfect,” he grunts, teasing my hole with his free hand, but not getting nowhere near close enough to where I need him.

“River, please,” I plead, squirming in the position he has me in, so desperate for more.

“Oh begging, I like that,” he smirks, standing to his full height and leaning over me, until I can feel his erection digging into my ass. “Why don’t you say my name a little louder, there is a whole crowd of people to entertain out there, baby.” The hand still holding my knife comes to rest by my head and the sight of it seems ungodly, especially today, especially in this dress. He uses the other to undo his pants and free himself, stroking his cock up and down my slit until both of us are groaning in need. “Now hold on tight, and remember that I love you, because I’m going to fuck you like I don’t.”

Then he is slamming inside me without warning, making me cry out in pleasure, “Oh fuck, River.” He pulls all the way back and then slams into me again and again, pistoning his hips with zero restraint, as his other hand curls around my hip and holds me tight.

“That’s right, it’s me fucking you, me owning you,” he grunts, grinding into me roughly, yet it feels oh so sweet. “You belong to me, you’re about to become my wife, and one day soon I am going to put a baby inside you, tying you to me forever,” he groans, rolling his hips and making me moan as he finds that sweet spot inside of me.

“River, please,” I beg, feeling so close to my orgasm that I could cry. “I need you,” I add breathlessly, feeling him everywhere.

“I know what you need, baby, but you don’t get to come, not right now, not until you become my wife,” he grits, no doubt feeling his own pending release, as his thrusts start to falter a little. “This fucking is for me and me alone, to fill you with my cum and know that when you’re walking down the aisles toward me, that its dripping out of you, reminding you exactly who you belong to.”

My moans turn to cries, as my entire body starts to burn beneath him with the need to come, but he doesn’t care, keeping it just out of reach with every snap of his hips, and suddenly I realize why he needs this. He remembers that day just as much as I do, I’m sure my blood-soaked dress is imprinted in his memory as it is mine, and the memory of him almost losing me is going to be between us forever.

“Fill me up, Marcus,” I gasp out my plea. “Fill me up with your cum so I can become your wife.”

The groan my words elicit is unholy, as he picks up his pace and starts rutting into me even harder, until he is cursing my name and spilling inside of me. “Oh fuck, Ells,” he moans, slowing his pace until every last drop of his cum has filled me up.

Still panting and completely breathless, he pulls out of me and drops back to his knees, gathering up his cum that has seeped out of me and shoving it back inside my pussy with his fingers, fucking it into my hole until there isn’t a drop wasted. Only then does he rise back to his full height and gently lift me off the sofa and fix my dress.

When I turn back towards him, he smiles. “There, now you’re ready to become mine,” he whispers, gently dropping a kiss to my lips but then pulling away all too soon, and walking backwards towards the door.

“I’ve been yours since Kindergartenyou asshole,” I tell him, and he laughs, opening the door and stepping through it.

“Yeah except now the whole world will know it too,” he winks, before pulling the door closed and leaving me alone.

With my brain now free of bad memories, and my heart only thundering because of the man about to be my husband, I finally feel ready to get married.

23

MARCUS

Iwalk swiftly back down the hallway towards the room where the wedding is being held, surprised to find that Zack is not lurking around waiting for me. I guess when he said he would give us thirty minutes, he really meant it. Solid brother-in-law behavior if you ask me. I knew I was pushing it by going to see Elle, but I had to, any bad luck about seeing her in her dress be damned. I think we have both had enough bad luck to last us a lifetime, and there was just a need deep inside of me that knew I had to go to her. With my need now somewhat sated, well as sated as it can be given that she is about to become legally mine, I head in search of my brothers.

“Here’s the man of the hour,” Jace calls as I round the corner, and find pretty much everybody milling around waiting for us.

“Sorry, I had something I needed to take care of,” I smile, avoiding anyone’s gaze, and hoping they can’t read on my face that I have just been deep in my wife's glorious pussy, but of course nothing gets past my brothers.

“Oh I bet you did,” Jace smirks, causing Riley to hit him in the stomach with her clutch. “Ow, what the hell was that for?”

“This is a wedding, it’s a respectful event,” she explains, shaking her head, while her dad watches them in amusement.

“Tell that to him,” Jace whines, nodding towards me while rubbing his stomach in mock pain.

“How about we all head in and get situated,” Lincoln cuts in, looking more tense than I have seen him recently, and I’m not the only one who notices.

Both Logan and Asher are watching him carefully, and I make a mental note to pull him aside and ask him what the hell is going on there. After he threw us out of my own bachelor party last night, it better have been worth it.

“Lincoln’s right, it’s time to head inside, so why don’t you all do that and I will go and get the guest of honor now she is now longer…busy,” Zack grunts, giving me that brotherly death glare of his that I can’t help but smile at.

The deck where the ceremony is taking place is like nothing I have ever seen. It’s on the top floor of the main building on the island, and has a full panoramic view of the ocean surrounding us. It has been decorated simply with orange flowers picked out by Cassie to match the dresses that she, Lily, and Helen are all wearing, and it couldn’t be more perfect. I would have been happy to marry Elle anywhere, but she really did choose the perfect spot.

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