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“Hopefully,” Erika says before she takes a small sip.
“I couldn’t see all of it because I was busy. But what I saw of your tattoo was amazing. I’m guessing that is a design of your own?”
“Yes. How did you know?” She smiles big and her whole face lights up.
“I’m thinking I already know you pretty well, princess.” I chuckle softly as I set my glass down. “The menu is per the chef. Are you okay with that? It will consist of several French themed courses.”
“Sounds good. I’m game to try anything, once. Well, okay, maybe not anything.” She laughs and my heart clenches. I want her just like this all the time. She settles something deep inside me. A piece of me that was broken years ago is mending and she is doing it.
We spend the evening enjoying the meal, and she tries everything, even the escargot. I’ve had a bottle of champagne and another of wine brought to the table. She drank most of them. With dessert, I ordered a brandy as I watched her enjoy herself. She moans with every bite she takes of her profiteroles. When she offers me a taste, I can’t stop myself from leaning forward and slipping her fingers between my lips along with the bite of the sweet dessert. She moans and her eyes dilate.
I will keep her.
“What are your thoughts on getting married?” I know she is buzzed and not really thinking fully, but I still ask. She drank more than I have. Is it fair for me to plot the plan that has been brewing in my mind all day?
“Never been asked. But if I was asked, I’d consider it.” She leans on her hand as she smiles more. I’m lost to the look in her eyes.
“Time to go, princess.” I stand and hold my hand out to her. She takes my hand and smiles up at me. I direct her out to the main floor of the casino.
“Look! A chapel. Are you going to ask me, Master?” she drawls as she looks up at me.
Okay, maybe this is a bad idea, but fuck it. If she’s married to me, she can’t run because of my past. Plus, my father’s name alone will protect her forever.
“What would you say if I did ask you?” I turn her to look at me. Crowds heading to the casino floor move around us.
She bites her bottom lip as she looks up at me with soft, sexy drunk eyes. A tiny voice in the back of my head says this is a bad idea. But then there is that louder voice that says she isn’t that drunk, and I will tie her to me any way I can.
“Ask and find out.” She plays coy, batting her eyes at me.
“Will you marry me, Erika Arnold?”
She pauses and looks around. “You’re not going to get on your knee?”
I’ll do anything for her. I drop to my knee in front of her. She looks panicked for a moment and then to the door of the chapel.
“You won’t leave me?” she says in a soft voice as she looks down at me. Even in her heels and with me on my knees, she doesn’t have to look down much because of our height differences.
“I promise to always be with you.”
“Yes.” She smiles. The grin so big, her eyes shine.
I stand and move to the door of the chapel. I walk up to the coordinator, and we prepare for everything. The girls take her away from me, and I wait until I look up the aisle she stands in now. She’s in a short white satin dress with a bustier style, opening her cleavage. The skirt is flouncy with layers of tulle and material, and she has a small veil over her eyes. She walks toward me holding a bouquet of red roses.
When she says, “I do,” I swear something settles in my chest finally.
I carry her through the back of the chapel and into the back of the house of the casino. I make my way to the elevator that will take us up the back to the suites floor where she is staying. She kisses my neck and licks along my tattoos.
“I want you, Grayson,”
“I want you too, my queen,” I growl as she slides her soft tongue up to my ear, where she takes the lobe between her lips and sucks softly.
Just the thought that I didn’t reprogram this camera to shut down when I swipe my card keeps me from slamming her up against the wall and fucking her hard.
As soon as we are in her suite, I set her down and she drops the bag containing the clothes she was wearing earlier. She spins around to show me the dress more. I grip her hips and guide her to the windows. I turn her around and lift her up, pressing her back to the glass. Her panties are ripped and in my pocket in seconds. My fingers move through her drenched pussy lips. She works on my belt and together we get my cock out.
“You are mine now. I’m never letting you go.” I slam into her, only stopping when I feel the tip of my cock against her cervix. Her head flies back into the glass of the window, and I wait until she accommodates to my size. “I’m going to fuck you hard and give you everything while I look at you against the view of the city I’ve conquered.”
“Yes. Yes please, Master. Give me it all,” she begs, and I pull the neckline of her dress down to get to her breasts. The dress rips and I don’t care. I need her bejeweled nipples in my mouth. I suck one into my mouth as I move in and out of her. Her pussy flutters along my cock, and the feeling is amazing. I realize why and don’t care; she’s my wife and I’ll have my baby in her too before long. I can’t wait to see her sexy little body full of my child.
