Page 48 of An Unhinged Wedding

Arching an eyebrow, he growls, “Yes. Where is it? I’ll check every inch of this gorgeous body. With fucking pleasure.”

I roll my eyes, “You can’t take weapons into an abortion clinic, idiot. It’s in my car. I guess a kitchen knife will need to do the trick.”

Trevor pulls my skirt back down over my bare legs, “I don’t think so, Wife. The entire house has been swept for knives and guns. You can fight me, probably hurt me, but you won’t be able to kill me.”

“Don’t be so sure,” I spit.

He reaches into his pocket, pulls out the handcuff key, and releases my wrists. Instantly, I try to rub the feeling back into my numb hands. Then he removes the cuffs on my ankles and rubs them.

“I love you, Kitten. We will get through this.”

I get off the bed and place my hands on my hips, “Trevor, I will always love you. You’re right, I could never truly hate you. But I can’t trust you. This marriage is over. We are over.”

Trevor races toward me, and I back up until I hit the wall. He places his hands on either side of me, caging me in, and growls, “You are my wife, Mia. There is no end for us. I fucked up. I own that as much as I own you. The day I let you go, is the day I take my last fucking breath. There is no world where you’re not mine.”

He runs the pad of his thumb across the seam of my lips, “I’m sorry I hurt you, Kitten. I will beg on my knees, for you to forgive me and really love me again. But letting you walk out of my life? That’s a penance I’ll never be willing to pay.”

Kneeling in front of me, he pulls my skirt up and presses his face against my pussy, placing soft kisses on my clit.

“Trevor, don’t.”

“Let me taste my wife. Let me drown in your cum.”

It doesn’t matter what he’s done, my body always responds to him, but I don’t want this, not really.

“We both know you could probably overpower me and take whatever you want. I’m asking you if you ever really loved me not to do that. Don’t violate me again, Trevor. I’m begging you.”

He lets go of my skirt and rests on his heels, appearing wounded, “Mia, I’ve apologized for the night when you were sleeping.”

I shake my head, “When you took away my right to decide whether or not I wanted a child you violated me, Trevor.”

The pain in his eyes causes my chest to tighten. Even after what he’s done, I don’t want to hurt him. Whether we are together or not, I know Trevor is the one true love of my life. It breaks my heart that it’s over, but it is. In time, he will accept it when he realizes he has no choice in the matter.

Gazing into my face, he says with so much emotion, “Baby, please. I love you. I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”

“So, what’s the plan? You keep me here for how long?”

He rises off his knees, “Until you’re twenty-three weeks and six days pregnant.”

Confused, I tilt my head, “That’s a very exact amount of time. Why?”

“You cannot have an abortion after that time unless it’s medically necessary.”

Shaking my head, I say, “It’s a good thing you got rid of the knives.”

He chuckles, “The doctor will be here soon.”

Pressing me against the wall, he runs his lips up the side of my neck and growls, “Fuck wife. I have missed you. Let me make myself perfectly clear. I will not fuck you until you beg me to. But… If you run, I will catch you and then all bets are off. I will claim you all over again to remind you who the fuck you belong to. You will behave for all your doctor’s appointments. Be a good girl for me and we will not have any problems.”

He sucks that spot above my collarbone that he knows makes me melt in a puddle, “Understand?”

“Yes,” I gasp.

My body wants me to hand myself over to him, but I know better. I will get out of here and away from him, but for now, I need to bide my time. I will play as nicely as I can until I can get out of here for good. Surely, my brother will look for me. Although he might kill Trevor, and that’s not what I want, not really.

TREVOR

Ican smell her fucking arousal. It’s driving me crazy. I want to taste her so bad. I need to have my mouth on her delicious cunt as she shatters for me. It has to wait because the doctor just sent me a text saying she was here. Mia has had zero prenatal care, and that shit ends tonight. I need to know that she and our child are healthy. While Dr. Gibb wasn’t happy that I was not allowing her to get an abortion, she finally agreed after I waved enough money in her face. Money can move mountains. It just requires a certain amount. A fuck ton in this case.

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