When we exchange our vows, his gaze is so tender as he says the words, promising me he will always love me.
When the priest says, “I now pronounce you husband and wife.” My heart does a somersault, and my entire body spins when Celso dips me backwards to kiss me in front of a thousand people.
To me it seems like everything happened in a wild blur.
“Dance with me.” He says, the after party is loud and people are tipsy. I’m one of those people. I’ve had too much champagne and I’m having proper fun now.
But in the back of my mind I know what Celso wants when we get home and I’m terrified that I might want it too.
He leads me onto the dance floor and holds me right up against his body.
We move together, the champagne giving me courage I should not have.
“You look incredible, my love. Mywife.” He grins.
I bite my lip, not sure how to respond. He speaks to me as though he loves me.
“Tonight was everything I dreamed it would be.” He nuzzles his face against my neck and my body tingles with delight. “And when we get to the honeymoon suite, it will be even more perfect.”
Fighting my arousal, still trying to deny it, I push away from him. But he won’t let me. He tugs me close again and darkness flairs in his eyes.
“Are we still playing games, Neve?” His voice is low and filled with warning.
“You don’t get to take what you want.” I say back, smirking with attitude.
“I have already taken what I want. And tonight I will take everything else that belongs to me.” He says.
“Hhmm.” I huff, acting disinterested. I see his eyes flare again. It shoots through me like an electric current.
“I think the party is over.” He says.
“It’s not even midnight.” I complain.
“We are done here.” He commands and blood pulses faster through my veins.
He takes my hand and leads me out of the venue, straight into the elevators.
As soon as though elevators close he shoves me against the wall and kisses me.
I bite down hard on his lip, tasting blood. I shove him back, just as hard. His lips curl upwards and the smile on his face is tainted with a darkness so deep it terrifies me - but it also sets a fire between my legs.
“Angel.” He warns me. “I will have what I want.”
“No. You won’t.” I taunt him, biting my lip. “You make these promises, but I image you can’t keep half of them.” I sass.
The elevator opens on our floor and he scoops me into his arms and carries me towards the honeymoonsuite. I squeal and wiggle, but his grip is tight.
He kicks the door closed behind us and sets me down. As soon as my feet hit the ground, I make a run for it.
But Celso is faster, grabbing me around the waist and throwing me onto the sofa.
I squeal again and roll over to face him. He tugs his jacket off, tossing it aside.
He pounces me like a wild animal.
His fingers lock around my throat as he pushes my dress up over my thighs.
I kick and grab at his hands, but he is so much stronger than me. In the fight I rip his shirt open and buttons scatter around us. His muscles ripple when he moves, pushing his cock against my pussy to tease me.