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LORENZO
It’s been a week. My sister is getting married today in front of a hundred people I mostly don’t recognize. The church is packed even though the ceremony doesn’t start for another half an hour. Sasha and I grabbed a seat in the back to pass the time. Plus, I wanted her alone and away from our families.
Since the incident last week, I haven’t let her leave my side, but that doesn’t mean I’ve gotten alone time with her. Our families have been up our asses all week. It’s been a blur of let’s get this the fuck over with.
My shoulder is healing fine after Dad’s doctor sewed me up with seven stitches. I was still forced to be fitted for a tux the very next day. Everything has been wedding, wedding, and more wedding shit. I’m glad Sasha and I eloped. Who the fuck wants to deal with all this bullshit?
But I will admit my wife’s bridesmaid dress is hot, even if it is the color of blood, not that I’m surprised. That has been Sienna’s favorite color since the day she first made me bleed when we were six. The material looks and feels like satin. It’s got a high neckline, wrapping around her throat and sleeveless. It goes to the floor, and the train has a ruffled split that goes up to the center of her left leg. The only shameful thing about this dress is the built-in bra covering her nipples.
I look forward to fucking her in it as soon as we get to the reception. This bow tie is coming off and then I’m getting us both off with my underused dick. It’s been more than a week; far too long since I’ve felt the inside of my beautiful wife and that ends as soon as Sienna and Matteo say I do.
Glancing to my left, Sasha has a faraway look in her eyes, telling me she’s lost in her thoughts. “What are you thinking?” I ask.
“That if I hadn’t been a dumb bitch you could have had this.”
“What gives you the impression that I wanted this, snowflake? This is my sister’s ideal wedding. My father knew that, and that’s what he’s giving her. Me. Us. We’re . . .” I trail off as I scan the room.
“We’re what?” Her blue eyes snap to mine.
“This isn’t us, but if you want the flair, I’ll do it. I’d do anything to make you happy, Sasha. You know that, right?”
“Yes, Ren, I do. I’ve always known that but . . .” She blows out a breath, her thoughts obviously letting her anger creep back into the forefront. “I wish I understood why our fathers kept so much from us. If they’d decided our fates before we took our first steps, then why lead us to believe we’d always be enemies?”
“Think about it. Look how much you hated Mischa when you thought he was going to force you to marry . . .” I can’t even say his name without my own anger resurfacing. If we weren’t in a church right now, I’d call Dimitri what I really think of him. “Your father knows you, that’s all I’m trying to say. But I also think—and you have to give the man some credit—he wouldn’t have, they wouldn’t have, forced us to marry if we didn’t want each other. If we didn’t love each other, we wouldn’t be married.”
“So, you think I’m a rebellious bitch too?” A lady two pews in front of us turns her head, glaring at Sasha, and it makes my chest rumble with a laugh.
“You are a rebellious bitch,” I rumble out, then I lean down, whispering in her ear. “And I wouldn’t want you any other way. In fact, I plan on putting that rebel side of yours to the test when we leave here.”
“Yeah?” She smirks like she has me pegged. “And exactly what does that entail?”
The lady that overheard Sasha a moment ago has her head cocked to the side as though she is eavesdropping, so to put that theory to the test, I say in an above whisper tone, “Your legs wrapped around my waist and my dick buried deep inside your pretty little pussy.”
More than just the sixty-something lady’s head turns at that, but nothing can make me regret my words as I take in the heat pouring from my wife’s eyes.
We didn’t start off perfect, nor do I expect us to achieve a love like my parents’. That’s their love story, not ours. I want exactly what Sasha and I have, nothing more, nothing less. I want to grow with her in more than just age. I have to experience the highs and the lows that comes with her by my side, as well as the family we already have and the one we’ve already begun to build.
I don’t need perfection, but I do need her love and her walking hand-in-hand with me as my partner and equal to continue breathing in this world.
