Page 24 of An Unhinged Wedding

He shakes his head, “I don’t need to wait. I know you’re my forever. We’ll get married tonight. Then, on Christmas Eve you’ll still get your fancy wedding.”

Trevor takes my shaky hands in his and watches me as I tremble.

“Are you sure you want this? Me? Marriage is a big deal.”

His gaze is intense when he replies, “Irrevocably. Madly. Deeply. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

“Okay.”

We turn to face the priest, and Trevor nods, “We’re ready.”

The ceremony goes by in a blur. It all happens so fast when he says, “I now pronounce you husband and wife,” I’m caught off guard.

I’m married to Trevor.

“You may now kiss your bride.”

He doesn’t waste any time pulling me into his arms and kissing me with a kiss I should be embarrassed to have in front of a stranger. Trevor sucks on my tongue and makes me tremble.

The priest clears his throat, “I just need you to sign the marriage certificate and then I can leave you alone to enjoy your wedding night.”

Trevor pulls back from me and chuckles, “Sorry, I get carried away withmy wife.”

My wife.

Obviously, I knew when I married Trevor, I’d be his wife. But hearing those words from his mouth do something to me I didn’t expect. I thought ‘good girl’ were the two most satisfying words in the English language. I was wrong. Instead, it'smy wife.

We sign what he wanted us to sign, and then Trevor pulls me back to the elevator.

“Are we going home?”

He chuckles, “Not tonight, Kitten.”

When the elevator doors open, I silently follow him to a room with a man standing outside. He nods to Trevor and hands him a key, “Here you go, sir. Enjoy your stay, Mr. and Mrs. Kincaid.”

Trevor unlocks the door, “Ladies first,” he smiles.

I walk in and spot the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room. There’s a cream-colored sectional with minimal art on the ivory walls. A large television sits on the other side of the room.

I stare out the window when Trevor comes behind me, brushes my hair to the side, and kisses my neck.

He runs his hand up my leg, under my dress, and dips his fingers into my panties.

“You’re mine, wife. All fucking mine.”

I suck in a shaky breath when his fingers brush over my sensitive clit.

“Trevor,” I moan.

“Take your dress off, Mia.”

I shiver, “In front of the window?”

He chuckles while rubbing my bud, “Do as you’re told.”

I grab the hem of my dress, pull it over my head, and toss it on the floor.

“Now your bra,” he says in a gravelly voice. I unsnap my bra and toss it on top of my dress.

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