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Spinning around in my arms to face me, her gorgeous face is twisted into a scowl. “You took my virginity against a wall at a nightclub last night and didn’t use a condom! There are bruises on my wrists!” She says this loud enough that the officiant’s coughing fit resumes and the photographer clears his throat while glancing away.
“What about it?” I ask with a grin as I recall every little detail of her squirming around on my cock like she loved and hated it at the same time.
Virgins bleed and there was nothing but cum coating my dick, mine and her own. I do think it hurt for her to take all of me so hard and fast, but that’s nothing new with the size of my cock.
“And you’ve been with prostitutes! I don’t want your filthy dick anywhere near me again.”
Hearing her insult me again pisses me the fuck off. “How about my filthy tongue?” I ask. “You seemed to love it earlier. You were fucking begging for more.”
If I could just get her in the cuffs and go down on her, I bet she would let me inside of her again. I’d make her come over and over again on my tongue until she couldn’t refuse me.
The photographer clears his throat again then says. “I’ll give you two a minute.”
“No,” I huff since the photo is the proof my attorney says the public needs to prove that I’m no longer just a rich fucking pimp. Now I’m a filthy fucking husband too. But Sophie overrules me, telling the photographer, “Thank you. That’s enough pictures. I don’t need any more reminders of today.” Then she just walks the fuck off as I stare after her.
Are all wives so fussy and difficult? Or is my teenage bride just acting like a brat? She’s nothing like the scared little girl I met that first night.
“Should we get some photos of you alone?” the photographer asks.
I lift my middle finger in response before stalking off to find a stiff drink. Hopefully, the PR guy can just use a photo from the ceremony.
I’m on my second glass of scotch, wishing I had a cigar or, even better, a joint, when my brother wanders up next to me. He’s so smashed he has to grip the bar to stay upright.
“He’s cut off,” I snap at the bartender who gives me a nod. “You better not cause a scene,” I warn Flynn.
“What’s it matter now?” he asks, slurring his words. “Weddings done. Still can’t believe you married into the sleazy Salvato family.”
“Watch your fucking mouth,” I warn him under my breath.
“Already kissin’ father-in-law’s ass? Pathetic.”
The drunk bastard thinks I’m pathetic for creating this alliance? Asshole. He has no clue what’s at stake, which is why I tell him, “If I don’t fuck up this marriage with Sophie, Salvato is going to make me his heir.”
My brother blinks his brown eyes at me, as if suddenly sobering up. “No shit? Everything? The properties and all the F trade too?” he asks, referring to fentanyl trafficking and I give a quick nod. “Forget kissin’ his ass; go suck that man’s dick!”
“Shut the fuck up,” I growl at him. Grabbing his tie, I pull him staggering over to one of my guards and shove him away. “Get him home and make sure he stays there.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Asshole!” Flynn shouts as I walk back to the bar, and he’s taken downstairs.
“Everything okay?” Owen comes over to ask me while throwing back my third drink.
“Flynn just being Flynn,” I tell him with a sigh. “And my wife doesn’t want me to touch her.”
“Seriously? Little virgin scared of the snake or what? Don’t let her see it all long and hard before popping her cherry…”
“No. It’s not that.” I don’t bother telling him I had her last night when she may or may not have been a virgin.
“Then why not? It’s your wedding night. You’re entitled to hit that at least once tonight. And for those diamonds on her wrist and the new tennis court, she owes you like a lifetime of blowjobs.”
“Unfortunately, Sophie doesn’t agree with that sentiment. And fuck you, now I’m not going to be able to stop thinking about putting her on her knees.”
“You know where to go if she won’t open wide.”
How ironic is it that the woman I want more than anything hates me? For years, women I don’t want have been throwing themselves at me, begging me to fuck them.
And while Sophie may have begged for my tongue earlier, I think it’s going to be a while before I hear her pleas for any part of me to touch her again.
