Walking down the aisle to a love song while my groom looked at me with admiration seemed to come out of a fairytale. The guests were all eyes on me as I walked down the aisle, dragging my long wedding gown on the floor. I looked like a princess, shining under the chandelier lights, walking to her prince charming.
A princess stuck to a tower because my prince charming wouldn’t let me out.
“You’ll regret this,” I whispered to him the moment I met him at the altar. He smiled softly and held my hand. To everyone else, it looked like we were a loving couple. To us, it was like a warzone. I was gripping onto his hand tightly that’s enough to break a bone yet his expression never changed.
How is this man not affected? He’s even more annoying than before.
I tried hard to get a reaction out of him by stepping on his foot with the sharp end of my heels but was unsuccessful. I glanced at him, still bewildered that I’m about to marry the man I tried so hard to avoid. He glanced back at me with a cheeky smile and I looked away.
He was wearing formal attire for the wedding day. His hair slicked back, as if he was actually there to marry a woman he loved. It was a sight to see, he knew I liked his handsome face. How dare he use it against me? “How long is this fucking ceremony,” I murmured. He glanced at me and snickered.
“Eager to have me in bed?” he joked, and I glared at him.
After what felt like hours of waiting, we finally reached the end of the ceremony. “You may now kiss the bride,” the priest said and the crowd cheered. I tried to back away but my now husband grabbed my waist, and pulled me in for a kiss and the crowd went wild.
This barbarian! I swear I’m going to scream if he continues!
Luckily, it was only a few seconds of kissing before he let me go. I almost wiped my lips but he held my hand as if he sensed what I was about to do.
At the reception of the wedding, I was approached by my sisters after I was done changing into a fitted white dress. “I can’t believe you fucked the man you wanted to get away from.” My eyes widened and hushed them. I’m already beating herself over that and they reminded me all over again.
I kind of told them what happened and they just kept teasing me about it. I shouldn’t even have told them but I was freaking out too much.
“Rhea, if you need someone to talk to… We’re here for you, okay?” Their words seemed meaningless to me now. If they really cared, they wouldn’t have let their youngest sister be the sacrificial lamb. Nonetheless, I merely nodded.
After the long tiring day, it still hasn’t sunk in to me that I’m married. My eyes followed the man who I ultimately despised yet was also drawn to. My newlywed husband started walking towards me when he saw me looking at him and I tried to leave. “Ready to leave?” he asked and I shook my head.
“You know what? I would much rather stay,” I tried to keep us from being alone in a room yet he carried me bridal style, and started walking out of the venue. I tried calling for people to stop him yet no one dared.
We entered the limousine and he placed me down. “It’s our honeymoon, baby. All of this—” He guided my fingers along his chest down to his crotch. “—Is all yours.” My face instantly heats up by his offer.
The drive to his massive estate felt so quick and I wasn’t prepared for what night we were about to have. He carried me all the way inside, and I didn’t have time to even look around before he brought me to the master’s bedroom.
“I’m really tired—” I tried to protest.
“Getting shy now after using me for one night?” he asked with a laugh while removing the dress I was wearing. I didn’t say anything but my face was tomato red.
He guided me to the bed and pushed her down. “Spread your legs.” When I didn’t obey, he spread them himself. I was only wearing my undergarments and he could see the outline of my wetness through my underwear. He lightly flicked my clitoris, making me shiver, before removing my underwear.
“How cute pretending you don’t want this.” I hate to admit it but he’s dangerously attractive.
I thought he was only going to do what he did the first time we did it but I was wrong. He lowered his head and slid his tongue from my entrance upwards. I let out a faint moan, feeling the wetness and heat from his mouth.
“Mr. Ackres, I have urgent news to say!” There were loud knocks on the door. I took a sharp breath and looked in the direction but he wouldn’t stop licking me. “f-fuck—” I bit my fist, trying not to make a sound.
He put a finger inside while sucking my clitoris, hitting the spot. We only did it once before yet he already knew my sensitive parts. How is this man so good? “You bastard…” My legs wrapped around his head while he relentlessly pleasured me as my body shook from his touches.
“I can’t anymore—” I breathed heavily as uncontrollable juices came out and he savored every last bit. I was sweating profusely as he pulled out his finger and stood up. “I’ll be right back,” he announced before leaving the room.
I could still feel his tongue on my skin and shivers went down my spine. This is dangerous. I hate to admit it but that man makes me experience pleasure I couldn’t ever imagine. Moments later when he came back, he brought a glass of water.
“I need to leave and will be gone for two days,” he said with a sigh. I looked down before looking at him again.
“Don’t be too disappointed, we’ll continue where we left off,” he said as he handed me the water.
“What? Who’s disappointed? I’m glad you’re leaving!” I grabbed the glass and started drinking the water. He walked to the closet and grabbed a polo and placed it next to me.
“My father is in critical condition, that’s why I need to go,” he explained and my face softened. I don’t have many memories of my father. He was always away and barely talked to me before he passed. I never really knew what it was like… Xavier suddenly kissed my forehead but I pulled away quickly.
“I’ll be back soon, my wife…” I sat there as he left the room, still getting used to that term. I was no longer single and free, now Mrs. Rhea Ackres.
