“Congratulations, Mrs Addison,” I whisper as I lean forward to kiss her, being absolutely aware she doesn’t want to be called by that name.
“Fuck you, husband,” she hisses while smiling and closing the little gap between us so that we can finally kiss and get this over with.
The kiss is anything but gentle and tender. Softness doesn’t exist in either of us. The minute my lips touch hers, I feel her fingers digging into my torso. My hands go up and push into her curves as I deepen the kiss, feeling electricity flush throughout my body. Her tongue traces my lip while I sneakily nibble her lip in front of our guests, claiming her as mine. The hatred makes the chemistry hot as a lit torch, and her soft, flawless skin makes me desire her more than ever. The urge to go back home, carry her upstairs to my bedroom, and fuck her hard until she cries out my name is high. Both of us have to wait, though.
Tonight.
Tonight I’ll claim her body, too. I can’t wait to rip her dress into shreds and bury my cock inside her tight cunt, hearing her scream and moan in an earth-shattering pleasure.
When our guests stop clapping, we finally pull back and the sight of her flushed cheeks doesn’t go unnoticed by my lust-filled eyes. This is way fucking better than our first kiss.
I take her hand and lead her down the aisle. The men of the family give me nods of approval as they clap and woot in celebration.
Soon after, we arrive at the wedding venue, which is barely a ten-minute drive from the church. Perhaps the longest minutes of my life as neither me nor Davina talk. I steered the car in silence, radio music being the only thing filling the space.
As we come inside, all the guests are already there. Right away, a waiter makes his way towards us with a tray of champagne. Davina clutches a glass in her delicate fingers and chugs it all down in one go. I snicker under my breath as I finish my drink as well and order a scotch. Soon, the guests crowd around us to offer their blessings, so do our parents and other family members. It’s unnecessary but also unavoidable as it’s part of the tradition. Stifling my frustration, I take sips of my scotch while my wife offers a nod or a smile to every person congratulating her.
It’s all fake for sure.
My father stays by my side and pats my shoulder. He’s almost the same height as me and we share similar facial features, too. Black eyes and dark hair. But that’s all we have in common.
“Macsen, my son,” he says in a prideful, booming voice, catching everyone’s attention. “Today is a day that the Firm will remember. It’s a day where not only two people are united. It’s a day where our families are united as one after years of separation. To the newlyweds and the Firm.” He raises his glass in a toast, and everyone follows his gesture.
I give him a tight smile, raising my glass. As I look back at my father, I notice his eyes raking up and down Davina’s body like a filthy, hungry wolf. I narrow my eyes at him feeling my jaw clench with a sudden rage.
He takes notice and gives a small smile before leaning close so that only I can hear him. “I must say your wife looks fucking alluring in that tight dress. It’ll be so thrilling for you when you claim her tonight.”
A dark and cruel feeling roars inside me, hearing him talk such shit about Davina.
I’m about to threaten him, not caring that hundreds of guests surround us when I feel Nyx tugging onto my arm.
“I think it’s time for our dance. Let’s go,” she murmurs with a polite smile before guiding me through the crowd and onto the dance floor. Music starts playing from the speakers and people part to give us space to dance.
I hold onto her waist with my other hand holding onto hers, her other hand rests on my shoulder. We sway with the soft music while our eyes never leave each other.
“You should really learn to control your anger,” she mutters despite the loud music.
“Last time I checked I don’t take orders from you, Mrs Addison,” I retort, squeezing her waist.
With a quivering smile, she moves her hand around my neck, playing with the hair on the back of my head.
“You are my husband now, Macsen. We work as a team whether we want it or not. So, if that involves me telling you to control yourself, then - yes, you will listen to me.”
She claws down my neck with her fingernails, making my skin tingle in a painful yet sweet and desirable way.
Fuck.
“Use your anger when it’s required. But until then keep it on a leash,” she whispers against my lips before planting a quick, hard kiss. People around us are surely thinking we must be a love-sick couple, but a few of them are looking at us with narrow and suspicious eyes that tell a different story.
“I have never listened to anyone. Our marriage doesn’t make you any different.” I whirl her around before pulling her into my chest. Leaning my head down, my lips run along her earlobe. “Just smile and pretend you’re the happiest bride in the whole fucking world,” I whisper, watching the skin on her neck prickling with goosebumps.
Her face turns a bit sideways to meet my gaze from the corner of her eyes. “It’s a bit hard to pretend when I’m married to an idiot.” She arches her chest against my front as her abdomen brushes against my straining cock.
Fucking minx.
I grunt at the back of my throat as she continues to rub against my cock in front of our oblivious guests.
She grins when the music ends and we both go to the backroom to finally sign the documents stating that we’re married and all the other arrangements that concern the Firm. William hands Theo the file that Davina was supposed to read through just like I had before her. He quickly scans through them as we talk about anything that might have been unclear. Thankfully, we have reached a consensus as far as our ventures and the percentage we will acquire are concerned. Then we both sign the papers in a rush since it’s a bad thing to leave the guests at our own wedding and then go back to the table. We then cut the cake and socialise with people while feasting on the food.
The entire time all I can think about is Davina’s killer body, still remembering how it felt pressed against mine so tightly. Whenever she’s busy talking, I sneak glances at her waist that shows the perfect curves and her tight arse is urging me to grab her cheeks. She is a bitch for sure, but somehow her sassiness makes her more appealing. And now that she’s mine, all I can think of is getting rid of that dress and exploring every fucking inch of her. Vivid images of my lips trailing along her skin fill my mind. My cock thrusting in and out of her tight cunt while her nails dig into my skin as she moans in pleasure like never before. Just imagining the moment is making it difficult for me to get a hold of my blooming desire.
I’m talking with one of my enforcers and his wife when Theo taps on my shoulder to whisper something to me.
“Do you have a minute? It’s important.” The seriousness in his voice is evident enough to understand whatever he wants to speak about can’t wait. It’s business.
“Excuse me,” I excuse myself before my guests and follow Theo to the backyard, away from the circus going on inside. The sun is about to set, taking the warmth with it and letting the cold air gust around.
“What is it?” I ask, hiding both my hands inside my pockets.
Theo lets out a heavy sigh, looking towards the church before returning his gaze to me. “I heard a few of our financers talking about the marriage to Kinsley.”