Page 39 of Snake's Head

Apparently, I was wrong.

Luce seemed like she didn’t even breathe until I said, “I do.” And said her own with a big relieved smile.

I liked that smile more than anything, so when the priest said, “You can kiss the bride,” it was no chore. It was not our first kiss, but it had been a while since the last one, and I was actually excited. I was not sure what kind of kiss Luce was expecting, but I was not giving her a chaste peck.

I knew it was the appropriate way for weddings. It was supposed to be barely a kiss or something that showed the man’s claim over the woman. I didn’t want those. I liked shocking people. I loved annoying them.

It was also a message to Luce. I could tell she liked when I messed with the traditionalists, but she didn’t have that privilege. I wanted her to know that she did now. She was my wife, so whatever power I had was hers. She could mess with these motherfuckers as much as she wanted.

Starting with the kiss.

I wrapped one hand around her neck and put the other one just above her ass to press her to me. “Let’s give them a show,” I murmured, and my lips closed over hers. Luce tensed for a moment. I was worried she didn’t like what I did, but a second later, I realized she was just startled because her hands held onto the lapels of my jacket, and she pulled me down harshly. When I licked her lips, she opened her mouth eagerly, and I felt so proud of myself for draining her worries with my skillful mouth. Our tongues tangled in the most sensual way. Just when I tried to dominate the kiss, Luce bit down my bottom lip hard, and I felt a taste of blood.

I could literally fuck her right here with everyone watching.

She turned me on like I was a teenage boy who had just discovered porn.

Luce was the first one to pull back, and when she looked at me, I could see the challenge in her gaze. She was still nervous under all that mask, but she was more confident. She believed in me more than she did seconds ago.

Looking at those fiery brown eyes, I felt like a winner.

Luce became tense once more when we left the church. It was almost like she had lost herself in the kiss, and that was the reason she was able to relax.

Now she was back to reality.

I hated how her body became rigid when her parents were congratulating us. I actually wrapped an arm around her waist to show Gino of my protectiveness. Luce was no longer his. If he wanted to hurt her, I was the man he had to deal with, and I never made dealing with me easy for anybody.

When we were at the celebration and having our first dance Luce spoke to me for the first time. “Should we talk?” she asked. I hated the fragility in her tone. I married her, but there were still so many question marks for her. She wanted to know what was going on, and she had every right to do so. Only it was not the time.

I didn’t want anyone to hear us.

“Let me enjoy the wedding, Wildcat,” I said against her temple. She didn’t push away my tight hold, and while I enjoyed that, I was also bothered by the fact that she didn’t try to defy me. She was still frightened. I kissed her cheek gently in an attempt to calm her. “I will tell you everything when we are in our room.”

Luce pulled back just a bit to look at me. “Should I be worried?”

I shook my head and tried to remain calm even though I hated she could even consider I would do something to hurt her. “You are the last person that should be worried, Mrs. Vasile.” I didn’t give a fuck about most traditions of our world, but I respected the value of family. She was my wife now. I would put my life down to protect my family.

She got a hard look at my words. “You know I hate the fact that I have your last name now, but on the other hand, it is better than having Gino’s last name.”

“Better of the two evils.” I grinned.

For the rest of the night, I put my effort into railing Luce enough to show her fiery side and piss off as many guests as possible. Honestly, it was fun, and I needed some fun to get my mind away from things. I was so furious last night, and it took great effort to get rid of it. I didn’t want to turn back into that pit of darkness.

I understood my favorite time of the night came when some men started chanting, “Bed her.”

Oh, sweet Jesus, they were begging me to ridicule them. Maybe I would be able to stop myself, so I could stay alone with Luce sooner, but I was slightly buzzed, and I was filled with the desire to make Gino Borelli as mad as possible.

I was not sure if it was the best idea, but I was definitely not stopping. That motherfucker was ready to make me kill Luce so he could start a war so he could very well deal with some harsh words and soft threats from Valerio “the Monster” Vasile.

I clapped, joining their little celebration. “How funny,” I said loud enough to make them go silent. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for the groom to make a speech before going to the wedding bed. They usually talked about how good they were going to fuck their views like true gentlemen. I had other plans.

“If I fucked her a few hours ago before the wedding, that would cause a fucking war,” I smiled and looked at Gino. I could practically see him make smoke out of his nostrils. “But now we are all celebrating it.”

Some men stopped their chanting, looking uncomfortable, but some were probably just too drunk to understand any of my words. They just started shouting “Bed her” again. Some even gave me advice on how I should take my wife. Luckily I didn’t need their twisted ideas to make a woman come.

I kept my hand out to Luce as they kept hollering. She looked at me with a hard expression, but I knew this time her frustration was not aimed at me. She rolled her eyes and put her hand in mine. The guys only got louder at that.

I never understood why they got this excited. We were not going to fuck in front of them after all.

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