Page 13 of Give It a Day
“I’ll never say it!” I shout, my eyes rolling back and shutting closed as he makes me comeagain, his thumb rubbing me faster, but not as fast as the way he drives into me.
Breathtaking pleasure washes over me, over and over, making my back arch up as I cry out, my body giving in, reaching well past my limits.
But after a brief moment, my body relaxes, going limp under him as a soft sigh escapes my lips.
I fall into unconsciousness, into nothingness, hearing Damon’s dreamy, dark laughter.
Fuck, he won this round. I won’t let him win another.
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Damon
“Good girl,” I mutter before I let out a relieved sigh.
Kayla put up a damn good fight, I’ll give her that. But I always win. I always get what I want.Always.
I remove my hand from her throat, checking if bruises are blooming. I find none, even more relieved, since I was careful not to leave easily visible marks on her neck. Not yet, at least. Not until after our wedding.
I slowly pull my throbbing cock out of her pussy, although I certainly don’t want to. I could bury myself into her all hours of the day, and happily so, whether she’s being disobedient or not.
After fixing up my appearance, I look over her unconscious body, only clad in her bra and thong.
Picking her up, I carry her out of the car and into the church. I find my mother there, waiting for me in a dark corner close to the church entrance, far away from the officiant still waiting patiently at the altar. Also at the altar is my father entertaining the Knights, talking like old friends.
While Kayla’s still unconscious, my mother gestures for me to go into the back room where we put my passed-out bride into her wedding dress.
Thankfully, it isn’t until she’s fully dressed, carried to the altar, and held against me to stay upright, that she wakes up, groggy and groaning.
“Hey, little bird.” I chuckle softly, looking down at her as I take her hand. “Ready to become my wife?” It’s amusing to see the reactions she makes. While my thumb caresses her hand gently, she eyes me with a look of incredulity. I rile her up on purpose, of course. It’s too much fun.
“What…?” she shakily asks as she looks around, noticing the where we’re in, taking in the crucifix, perhaps? Though, even god can’t save her now. “No…” she whimpers as she slides her hand away from me. I watch her, like a fox stalks a bird for dinner. I can see in her panicked eyes that she’s thinking of running again, but for insurance this time, I’ve ordered my men to block every exit, and our parents cage us in while the officiant prepares the ceremony.
“Don’t fight it, Kayla dear,” my mother says calmly, her voice soothing but firm.
The officiant steps forward, not wasting any more time when I peer over at him. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered together here today…”
But ever the talkative and feisty one, Kayla speaks up, “No, no, mister…priest? Do I call you that orfathersomething?” She shakes her head, frustrated. Semantics should be the least of her worries, but it’s become one of the many things that amuses me about her. She continues, “I don’t know, but stop, please. I didn’t agree to this.”
“Oh, you poor thing,” the minister says, his eyes wrinkling as he offers her a reassuring smile that makes me want to grin victoriously. She’strapped, doesn’t she understand that by now? “Damon has spoken to me, and both of your families have given their blessing. You’re going to be married at this very moment.”
“Great, you’re as terrible as the rest of ‘em.” She throws her hands up, sighing in aggravation. It’s quite comical, really. Turning to me, while I’ve been smirking at her little acts of stubbornness, she tells me, “I wastold the wedding would be later on today, notnow.”
“And I was told my bride would be willing to marry me.” I smile. It seems I can’t help myself around her. “Looks like we’ve been both let down, huh?”
“Ha ha, so funny,” she murmurs sarcastically, scowling at me. She’s as pretty now as when she was writhing with pleasure under me.
Bringing me out of my thoughts—which are sure to spiral into wanting to claim her bodyagainand again—the officiant continues, ignoring Kayla’s whiny, feeble interruptions, which I honestly want her to keep doing.
I want to see more of what she’s willing to do. She’s such a stubborn, beautiful brat. Much more fun to play with. It only riles me up, and the feeling it gives me is exhilarating. Putting her in her place, I realize, makes me feel so much more powerful. She’s prey ready to be ravished.
Besides, she’s merely stalling the inevitable. We’ll be married, and I’ll be ready to pounce and claim what’s mine until she accepts her rightful place.Writhing in visible pleasure beneath me.
But I’m setting aside such desires. For now.
Because this weddingmusttake place, so I pull her against me by wrapping my arm around her waist and covering her mouth with my other hand. I make us both face the officiant who’s continuing the ceremony, speaking calmly and steadily. Of course, she’s shouting her protests, but I’m muffling her quite well.
Our parents have asked for a speedy ceremony. We’re not here to waste more time than needed. There is still so much to do. With the wedding—and then the honeymoon taking place after—our parents plan to take charge of our respective businesses without Kayla or I able to step in and help, which from what I’ve gathered has been a hefty burden on both of us. A vacation is long overdue, and how fun would it be putting Kayla in her place while she and I are on a lovely vacation, where I can trap her and keep her all to myself for weeks? And evenafter that, I’ll keep her all to myself forever.
