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Her grin splits wide, and our hands link as we finally settle beside each other.
“And so today, we are here to witness the sacred bond of two souls…”
The details of the ceremony disappear like snow in spring. My eyes lock onto hers. The need to stroke my fingers through her hair, to touch my lips to hers, haul her off into my bed, and own her in the moonlight ravages my system.
But I remain still for her. She needs to relish these moments. I refuse to rush them.
Finally, after countless minutes, I hear the words I’ve been waiting for:
“You may kiss the bride.”
“You’re all mine, Mrs. Evans.” I haul my beautiful wife against me and kiss her. “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my days loving you.”
CHAPTER 12
Liam
Marrying Charley isthe greatest decision I’ve ever made. Nothing tops being her husband.
She brought me back to life when we were teens and when we were adults. I always thought the notion of soulmates was ludicrous, but now I’m a believer. Her love has been a baptism, a rebirth. Because of her, I now see life as so much more.
I stand in the doorway and watch as my wife combs out her long, dark hair in the mirror. I don’t want her to see me. That would defeat the purpose of my surprise. A surprise she’s mentioned she wants, but I’ve been too uncertain to give her. Until now. I figure it’s a fitting one-month anniversary gift.
The music from the speakers allows my steps to go unheard, and when Charley finally spots me, it’s too late.
I wrap my hand around her throat before she can turn around. The towel falls from her body, and her eyes widen in shock.
“My pretty whore cleaned herself for me. It’s too bad that I’m about to make you utterly filthy.”
“No, please don’t hurt me,” Charley pleads.
I push back the urge to stop.Nois not the word for stop. Neither isstop. Charley knows what to say, and I need to trust that she’ll say it.
My hand moves to the back of her head, and I push her down against the counter. “Part your legs, bitch.”
“Make me.”
My lips twitch at her response. My girl has been waiting a long while for this moment.
I kick her feet apart, causing her to lose her footing. I ignore my urge to check if she’s okay. Instead, my hand glides down her back to her round ass.
“Spread your ass cheeks.”
“Fuck you,” Charley spits.
I grab her unplugged curling iron and tap her ass. “Listen, slut, if you don’t do as you’re told, I’m going to plug this in and fuck your ass raw.”
Charley moans as she grips her ass cheeks and spreads them for me, showing off her butt plug.
I place the curling iron back on the counter and slap the end of the plug. “What’s this? You’re a disgusting whore, aren’t you? Only little sluts insert plugs in their ass while they do their makeup.” My fingers twist in her hair before I yank and pull her flush against me. “Are you in heat, bitch? Is that why you’re acting like a slut?”
“No,” she moans.
I grab her hair claw and pinch her nipple with it. “Don’t lie to me, slut! Only whores walk around with plugs in their ass. Pathetic fuck holes begging for someone to ram their asshole and stuff them full of cum.”
“Please, no, don’t hurt me.”
“Don’t worry, little girl, no one’s going to hurt you as long as you do what you’re told. Now get on your knees and take out my cock.”
