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We reached the church in record time, and I didn’t let Elia out of my sight until she was safely brought back to the room where she had been getting ready earlier. I tossed the dress at her unceremoniously.
“Get dressed,” I said.
She held the expensive lace fabric in her hand and stared at me, expecting me to leave. But I remained rooted to the spot. Why would I? She had already run away once. There was no way in hell that I’d risk her doing it again.
“It’s bad luck to see your bride before the wedding,” she said softly.
Was she trying to elicit some sympathy in me? The Elia before me was a contradiction. Her hair had been mussed up from earlier, but her makeup was otherwise unruined. The nails that the manicurist had worked so hard on looked like they’d been chewed to the stump. But there was unparalleledbeautyhere.
Even if she was wearing a wifebeater and those ridiculous pink shorts. Her nipples poked through the front of the thin fabric, and I felt my cock stiffening at the thought of them. Her apology on the highway had left me almost weak in the knees. I was acutely aware of the effect she had on me, and it had taken all my effort not to push her against the car and take what was rightfully mine.
I thought about what I told Boris when I first informed him of my upcoming wedding. A fine fuck indeed.
Slowly, she reached down and lifted the shirt over her head. My pulse quickened as I saw her exposed body. For a moment, I thought she would raise up her hand to cover her shame. But she did no such thing. Instead, she locked eyes with me defiantly as she shrugged off the shorts, exposing the patch of hair between her legs.
Eyes still on me, she stepped into her dress and slowly brought it up until her body was covered up. But all the dress did was accentuate her curves and make her all the more irresistible.
She looked, in a word, stunning.
Then she turned around and cast me a quick look. It took me a second to realize that she was asking me to zip up her dress. I closed the distance between us and slowly obliged. My finger traced the contours of her spine, and I swore I heard a tremulous gasp tumble from her lips at the touch.
I thought about swinging her around then and there to kiss her, to taste her. But the moment passed, and she turned around. The drop of cum still clung to her chin, and I reached up to wipe it away, only for her to stop me.
“Isn’t this what you want?” she whispered, defiance and hate burning in her eyes. “To show the world that youownme? That I’m to kneel before you in submission?”
I didn’t answer as I greedily drank in her appearance. My eyes darted to the deep V neckline of her dress that gave me just the slightest hint of her breasts, and my fingers twitched toward the curve of her hips. I wondered what I would find when I peeled away the fabric later when we were alone.
She was mine. Mine to hold. Mine to own.
Mine to use.
“Your hand,” I said, and she obeyed.
Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out the engagement ring that Boris had taken from the back seat of her getaway car. It had been tossed back there haphazardly with the dress. Without breaking eye contact, I slipped it on her finger. She kept her expression still, but her jaw was clenched. From fear? Hate? Anger?
None of that would matter, I decided.
“Come.” I turned around and ordered, “We have a wedding to finish.”
***
She said “I do.” Just like I said she would. She accepted my wedding ring on her finger, just as I said she would. And she tilted her face and soft lips up for me to devour, just as I said she would.
But it was the way she glared up at me with an unmistakable glint of anger and frustration the entire time that left me rock hard at the altar.
After the ceremony, I stood in the corner of the ballroom, watching as my wife conversed with her father a few feet away. I had never been very good at reading lips, but judging by the way the two of them stared daggers at each other, I didn’t have to imagine very hard what they were saying.
I was certain that he was raking her over the coals about embarrassing him on her wedding day. I kept my eyes trained on them. For a brief moment, a protective urge nearly sent me to step between them. After all, she wasmywife, and no longer under the control of her father. But something else kept me rooted. It took me a second before I realized that it was the image of two other people deep in conversation.
Uncle Misha and Mother were whispering at their table. And occasionally, she would giggle and pick up a piece of food and feed it to him. He looked so damn pleased at it all. I felt my anger rise up again and forced myself to turn my attention back to Elia.
I couldn’t deny how beautiful she looked in that dress. The moment she entered, heads turned to take in her breathtaking beauty. A savage pride had taken hold of me as she arrayed herself before me, and I noticed a few of the guests whose gaze lingered a little too long at the V of her neckline or the full curves of her hips.
Those bastards all want a piece of her.And even now, I caught a few errant eyes flying in her direction. Angry jealousy and the terrible sense of possession took hold of me again, and I had to breathe deeply to calm myself.
Still, my cock twitched in anticipation at what I would find later tonight when I got her out of her dress. I had gotten a slight taste earlier when I watched her change. But something told me that to grip those full hips would be something else entirely.
