Page 39 of An Unhinged Wedding

I’ve already prepared to go take care of this James asshole, but then Max says, “Take my sister home. Help her relax for tomorrow. We will take care of this fucker.”

I chuckle, “Alright.”

“Trevor, also please tell my wife I’m fine and I’m sorry. I’ll see her at home. Have one of the drivers get her home safely. Jade and Ivy too.”

I nod as if he can see me, “You got it, man.”

Walking back to the table, I inform all the women what’s going on after I assure Willow her man is safe.

Jade smiles, “See you tomorrow for the wedding?”

They all rise to leave, and Willow walks around the table and pulls Mia into a hug. She whispers something in her ear that isn’t audible. Mia wipes a tear from her cheek when Willow pulls back from her.

She smiles at me, “Wait until you see your bride in her dress tomorrow. She’s going to look stunning.”

I chuckle, “Mia looks stunning in sweatpants.”

I’m not just saying it. My wife is so beautiful it still sometimes stops me in my tracks. Her long wavy blonde hair and those fucking green eyes make me lose my damn mind. But what draws me in so hard isn’t her beauty or her tiny but perfect body. My wife has been through fucking hell and has never let it change her. If there’s a stronger woman in this world, I’ve never met her. It’s not even just that, though. Mia has this sweet, tender side. It’s the part of her that makes me certain she’s going to be a wonderful mother.

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After we goteverybody back to the hotel, I’m happy to have my wife all to myself. I’m a selfish man. I’m glad Mia has friends or, rather, family, but I will always take any time I can to have her alone. She’s mine, and I’ll take every opportunity to remind her of that. Once I close the hotel room door, shutting out the rest of the world, she gazes into my eyes, “I’m going to take a shower.”

Running the pad of my thumb down the front of her throat, I speak in a stern voice, “That’s fine, Kitten. Take your shower but don’t dream of putting clothes on when you're done. I want my wife naked.”

“And if I refuse?”

Lowering my face to her neck, I inhale her sweet scent, “Oh, I hope you do, Kitten. Defy me. There’s nothing I want more than to cut the clothes from your delectable body before holding you down and taking what’s mine.”

She tries to hide the smirk on her face but fails, “You’re a beast.”

I don’t bother trying to stifle my grin, “I am. It’d serve you well to remember I always get what I want, wife.”

Mia places her palm over my heart, “And what do you want?”

“You,” my voice comes out gravely, giving away how fucking turned on I am by this woman.

“Darling wife, you have five seconds to get in the shower before I fuck you right here.”

Giggling, she spins and darts toward the bathroom. After I hear the water turn on and am fairly certain she’s in the shower, I walk quietly into the bathroom. Standing in the corner, I watch my girl run her soapy hands over her gorgeous body. A stalker doesn’t stop stalking just because he’s got everything he’s ever wanted. I watch her constantly. I monitor her phone, emails, and everything. Yes, I know my wife is pregnant. Mia hasn’t said a word to me, so I haven’t either. I also know she’s planning to have an abortion which will never fucking happen.My body, my choice.Yeah yeah, I know. For every other woman on the planet, I agree. But I will not simply stand by while she ends our unborn child’s life all because she’s fucking terrified.

She turns around to rinse the shampoo from her hair, eyes closed as she grins, “Are you enjoying the show, Stalker?”

“Immensely.”

I keep watching her as I shed my clothes, and my dick gets harder for my woman. Mia is always beautiful. It doesn’t matter what she’s wearing or isn’t wearing. But this is my favorite look. Water, dripping down her olive-toned skin, her hair wet, little droplets hanging off her hard nipples. My gaze travels down her body, stopping at her stomach. She doesn’t look pregnant yet. Fuck. I can’t wait to watch her grow with the life we created. I imagine her swollen belly and her even bigger tits. Now that I’m naked, I squeeze my length, fantasizing about fucking her when she’s ready to pop.

Mia turns the water off and grabs a towel, drying her hair and then her body while she watches as I slowly fuck my hand. Never taking her gaze from between my legs, she drops the towel to the floor and walks over to me, “Trev,” she moans.

“Yes, Kitten.”

Leaning forward, she runs her tongue from my abs up my chest as far as she can reach. Another moan slips between her pouty lips when I run the pad of my thumb over her nipple. I want to ask her if they're more sensitive now that she’s pregnant, but I don’t. Mia trails both of her hands up my torso, and she breathes, “You always smell so good. I couldn’t refuse you if I tried.”

Gripping her ass on either side, I lift her, and she automatically wraps her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist. I carry her into the bedroom and lower her onto the mattress.

“Spread wide. Let me see my pretty little cunt.”

A beautiful blush spreads across her cheeks, but she obeys my words. My stunning, defiant wife rarely defies me in the bedroom. This is where my girl is the most obedient. I fucking love it.

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