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The red haze didn’t begin to clear until Rafael said, “Isabel needs you.”
My stomach sank. Fuck, I’d probably terrified my delicate young wife. I remembered her horror on our wedding day, when she’d seen Carlos’ blood on my fists after I’d killed him. He’d tried to steal her away too.
The motherfucker had gotten what he deserved. Savage desire to end the man who’d grabbed her on the dance floor ripped through me once again as my adrenaline surged, seeking an outlet.
Then she was in front of me, her caramel eyes filling my vision. Her small hands cupped my cheeks, drawing me close. Her lavender scent suffused my senses, enhancing the possessiveness that’d taken hold of me. My fingers sank into her hips, holding her so that she could feel my need for her. My cock stiffened, bloodlust running hot through my veins. I wanted to claim her, mark her as mine.
I’d anticipated her terror, but she stared up at me with something like awe. “You protected me,” she breathed, right before her fingers threaded through my hair, and she crushed her lips to mine.
Fire ignited in my chest, and burning need for her seared my heart. My grip on her hips firmed, making sure she knew how much I desired her, how badly I craved to possess her in every way. That bastard had tried to take her from me, and the most animalistic part of my brain told me to claim what was mine in the most primal way possible.
“Let’s go, Sebastián. You can fuck your wife when you get home.” Rafael’s crass command cracked my maddened lust, just a little. Just enough to allow me to tear my mouth from hers and lift her in my arms, carrying her away from the gory mess I’d made.
She clung to me and pressed her lips to my throat, brushing soft, desperate kisses over my sensitive skin. My senses were heightened from the rush of violence, and a shudder of need rolled through me.
Fuck waiting until we got home. I was going to claim my pretty wife as soon as we got in the limo.
The club was a blur around me as we moved toward the exit, bouncers shouting for us to get out but not daring to come close enough for things to get physical. Good. I didn’t want to have to release Isabel to fight anyone else. Now that I had her in my arms, letting her go seemed impossible. Unbearable. I’d denied myself for too long. It was time to make her my wife in every way.
For weeks, I’d resisted her allure. I’d tried to convince myself that I was strong enough not to lose control around my beautiful young bride.
I wanted her. Fuck, I wanted her. I always had.
But I couldn’t be with her in the way she would expect. Every time I’d been with a woman for more than a few nights, they’d been hurt and angry at my rigid rules, my boundaries. Bondage and discipline were fun at first, but women always wanted more, and I had no more to offer them.
Even Isabel, my wife, wouldn’t get more from me.
Especially not her.
She would want to touch me, just as she’d tried to do before. That wasn’t an option. I wouldn’t allow it.
Tonight, it was too late to go back. Her fate was sealed. I was going to fuck her, and I’d make sure she loved every second of being held at my mercy. I’d teach my virgin bride to enjoy being bound, restrained from doing anything I didn’t want her to do.
I might not be able to control my lust for her, but I could at least control her. That would satisfy the most savage parts of me.
We stepped outside into the muggy night air, and I quickly strode to the black limo that was waiting to take us home. I had to set her down briefly so that we could both climb into the back, but I never broke contact, keeping my hands on her hips, her thighs.
Fuck, her dress was so short, revealing long legs that I craved to spread wide, so I could taste her with my tongue, mark her with my teeth. I’d make sure she bore my marks on her inner thighs before the night was through.
I slammed the car door behind us, shutting out the rest of the world. No one would see her but me. No one would touch her but me. Never again.
As soon as the door closed, she climbed onto my lap and kissed me like she needed me more than oxygen. Her hands fisted in my shirt, pulling me closer. I grabbed her wrists and directed them behind her back, cuffing them there. It was dark enough in the limo that I wouldn’t be able to see the golden hue of her eyes, but I couldn’t allow her the freedom to touch me however she wanted.
