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My mouth is hanging open. “Married? Tomorrow?” I sputter. “Where?”
“The courthouse.” His throat works. “The idea of a big wedding makes me too nervous, Arya. I don’t want that many people around you.”
I’m in shock from the fact that I’m going to be a married woman tomorrow. So when Damian settles me on my feet and opens the door to a room we haven’t been inside of yet, at first I don’t realize what I’m seeing. Until the barking starts.
Four little fur balls bound toward me, my eyes fill with tears and I swear they can hear my heart pounding on the moon.
“Puppies!”
6
Arya
The next morning, I get to take puppies for a walk! For the first time!
Damian follows me with his hands clasped behind his back, a smile tipping up the edges of his mouth while I giggle my way along the grounds, watching the pups nip at each other’s ears and roll around in the grass. When they’ve been fed and their business is complete, Damian brings me to the kitchen where I’m surprised to find a middle-aged woman named Josephine making us omelets. She’s warm and kind and I like her instantly. Over breakfast, Damian explains she’s a woman from his old neighborhood who let him sleep in her enclosed porch on nights his father kicked him out for not bringing home enough money.
I decide to love her.
After Josephine leaves, Damian pushes back his chair at the table and crooks his finger at me. I ride him while he grips my butt cheeks, directing me, bouncing me, uttering filth against my mouth and by the time we’re finished I’m slumped and sated against my future husband, a thousand times happier than I’ve ever been in my life.
On the way to the city, I find myself straddling Damian’s lap once again, writhing up and back on what he now makes me call his cock. This time we go slowly, exploring each other’s mouths thoroughly, groaning, my hips grinding up and back, circling in teasing patterns, Damian’s teeth biting at my nipples, suckling reverently, leaving more and more marks on me…and I start to love it. I start to pull at his hair and beg to be marked and that’s when he throws me down on the seat and takes me hard, our flesh slapping together, his mouth suctioned to my neck, the windows fogging up around us.
We pull up outside of the Long Island courthouse and I do my best to fix the lacey, cream-colored dress I picked for the occasion, though my panties are ruined from being ripped off. Note to self: start traveling with an extra pair. Damian wears black slacks, a blue-gray button, a black tie and sunglasses. So. Insanely. Sexy. And in charge. And all mine. We haven’t even gotten out of the SUV yet and I’m already excited for the ride home.
I’m excited about the whole life ahead of us.
Me and my guardian angel.
“You stay here for a few minutes,” he murmurs, kissing my mouth, tucking some sex mussed hair behind my ears. I’m sitting on the edge of the backseat and he’s standing in the open door, his hard body wedged between my legs. “I want to go check it out, make sure it’s safe enough to bring you in.”
“Why wouldn’t it be safe?”
His eyes darken. “I have a lot of enemies, sweetheart. Your father is one of them now, too. I was discreet about getting the marriage license and I purposely applied for it outside of his jurisdiction, but there’s always a chance he could find out I’m about to marry his little girl and try to stop it. I’m willing to bet he spent the night finding out everything there is to know about me and…” I hear him swallow. “If he even has an inkling of my past, he might be regretting letting you leave with me.”
“No one is going to take me away,” I say, smiling to reassure him. “We’re getting married today. Try to look less terrified.”
“I just want the ring on your finger,” he breathes. “I want it official so I can bring you back inside my walls where it’s safe.”
“What about a honeymoon?” I tease him.
“Don’t start, Arya. All those fucking people around my girl…”
“Eventually you’ll have to let me out, Damian.” I brush my fingertips up and down on the back of his neck. “I lived in a glass prison before. I love our house, but I want to see the world.” I kiss his nose. “Or even just the Hamptons.”
He seems to be taking my words to heart. “I’ll work on it.”
“We’ll work on it.” Emotion tickles my throat and my chest suddenly feels like a tight-packed chamber. “I love you.”
His breath releases in a rush, his eyes taking on a beautiful sheen. “That’s the first time you’ve said it.”
