I pull Faye closer, my grip tight. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Eric? You know better than to covet what’s mine. I’ve been as courteous as I can be given the circumstances, but that ends now. Do not mistake my kindness for weakness — you can’t bear the consequences.”
His confidence wavers, and his eyes flick toward Faye before settling back on me. “My father’s firm has represented the Windsor family for years,” he reminds me, his voice soft. “I’ve seen the marriage contract.” He looks at Faye then, his gaze pleading. “Three years,” he murmurs. “I can wait, Faye. For you, I’ll wait.”
Dread washes over me as I take in the shock and realization in her eyes, the hope. Had it even occurred to her that she only needs to be tied to me for three years? That she could leave me after that, and there’s nothing I could do to stop her?
The worst part? I can see Eric doing it. I can see him waiting for the day she’s no longer legally obligated to remain married to me. Just like I’d been counting down the days until our wedding, she’ll be counting down the days until it ends.
Pure unadulterated fury seizes me, and I tighten my grip on my wife. “Do you really think she’ll want you after she’s had me?” I ask, my tone sharp. “By the end of the night, she won’t even remember her own name, let alone yours.” I turn to Faye then, a rush of possessiveness washing over me. The feeling is so strong that everything fades but her. “Isn’t that right, wife?”
She looks into my eyes, her gaze pleading for me to stop. “Dion,” she whispers. No. I can’t stand the thought of her asking for mercy on his behalf. “Plea—” I lean in and capture her lips with mine, cutting her off. My tongue brushing over her lips, forcing her to open up for me. She complies, a soft whimper escaping from the back of her throat as I pull her against me until her body is flush with mine. I devour her, lost in my need to claim her. I’ve always been known for my infallible control, yet here I stand, shaken to the core by my wife.
She’s panting by the time I pull away, and I drop my forehead to hers. My perfect, perfect wife doesn’t look away, and she has no fucking idea how much that pleases me. She can be so good when she wants to be.
“Dion,” she whispers, her voice soft, defeated. An emotion I can’t quite identify washes over me, and I bend down to lift her into my arms, catching her by surprise.
“I meant it,” I murmur as I carry her out of the venue, hours before I was meant to. “I’ll make you forget all about him, Faye. I’ll be damned if I let my wife pine after another.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Dion
Faye trembles in my arms as I carry her over the threshold of our home and straight into our bedroom. “I warned you,” I murmur. “I told you that you had until today to get over him, so why the fuck did I still find you looking at him like you wish I were him?”
I place her on the edge of our bed and kneel in front of her. Her wedding dress drapes around her fucking beautifully, and tearing my eyes off her is near impossible. “What did I tell you in Hawaii?” I ask as I grab her ankle. I wanted to take off her shoes, but these silvery sparkly heels look fucking hot on her, and all of a sudden I need to know how she’ll look wearing nothing but those.
“You… you told me you’d f-fuck every memory of him out of me, until you’re all I can think about.”
I lift her leg and watch her silky wedding dress slide up as I expose her skin, bringing her ankle to my lips. I kiss her softly, and she gasps. “What else did I tell you?”
“T-That you’d make me scream your name, over and over again…”
I place soft kisses all the way up to her thigh, and she gasps as I spread her legs, exposing more of her. I suppress a groan when I see the blue lace panties she’s wearing, all for me. “And then?” I ask as I lift her leg over my shoulder. She loses her balance and reaches behind her, bracing herself on our bed. “What did I tell you I’d make you do next?”
I look up into her eyes, my lips pressed against her inner thigh, mere inches from her pussy. She’s breathing hard, her fingers curling around our white sheets. “You said you’d make me beg for more.”
I smirk as I lean in further, pressing a soft kiss on the apex of her thigh, right at the edge of her underwear. “Yellow,” I whisper. “Tell me yellow when I do something you don’t like, and say red if you want me to stop entirely.” I glance up at her, my expression serious. “I meant it when I said I wouldn’t take you against your will, Faye. Say it, and I’ll step away right now. I’ll take my anger out on my cock in the shower, and I’ll leave you be. I won’t touch a single strand of your hair. Do you understand?”
She nods hesitantly, her expression conflicted, as though she isn’t sure what to make of me. I lean in a little further, my lips brushing against her covered pussy, and she tilts her hips up slightly, pushing into me. I suppress a grin as I softly kiss the fabric, desperate for a taste of her. “I need to hear you say that you understand, Faye. I need to know that you’re aware you can withdraw your consent at any point.”
I look into her eyes, and the cautious trust I see in them takes my fucking breath away. “I understand,” she whispers.
I watch her for a moment, taking in the way her chest rises and falls, the neckline of her wedding dress showcasing her breasts fucking perfectly. Stunning. “Then tell me, my darling wife. What was the last thing I told you that day on the beach?”
She bites down on her lip for a moment, and my cock twitches. I need her so desperately, I can barely think straight. I lean in and let my eyes fall closed in delight as I drag my nose over her pussy.
“You said you’d fuck me so good I’d never want anyone else.”
I lower her leg back to the floor and reach for her, my hand wrapping around the back of her neck. “Do you remember the last time I had you in this position?” It was at The Lacara, and I’d spread her legs just the way I have tonight. “You have no idea what I’d wanted to do to you then, but you’re about to find out.”
I cup her face gently, despite the urgency I feel. My need to make her mine is almost insatiable, and I already know one night with her won’t be nearly enough. My thumb brushes over her lips, and her breath hitches.
“Mine,” I whisper as I lean in. My lips brush over hers once, twice, before I capture that sweet little mouth of hers fully. I groan when she instantly kisses me back, a thrill running down my spine. I doubt I’ll ever tire of kissing Faye — it’s an all-consuming experience, the way her body melts into mine, the way those little pants and moans of hers sound, and fuck, best of all, the way she so eagerly kisses me back.
I’m near fucking delirious as I drop my forehead to hers, my cock throbbing from one single kiss. “I once said I’d never punish you for having a past, but as it turns out, I’m far more petty than I thought. I can’t let it go, Faye. I fucking can’t.”
Her entire body tenses, and I pull away a little to find her staring at me wide-eyed, her faith in me wavering. “I’ll punish you once with my fingers for what you did at The Lacara,” I murmur, and a surprised gasp escapes her lips as lust flickers through her eyes. “Once with my mouth for what you said to him on the beach, and once with my cock for the way you just looked at him. Pick your order. What do you want first?”
Her lips part in shock and what a fucking sight it is. Having her here on my bed in that beautiful white wedding dress and that fucking look in her eyes. Surreal. It’s like she walked right out of my wildest fantasies.
“Choose,” I demand.
She hesitates, and just as I’m certain I’ll have to make the choice for her, she parts her pretty lips. “F-Fingers,” she whispers, looking away.
I smirk at my wife. “You have no idea how fucking enchanted I am,” I whisper. “How beautiful you are.”
I lean in and kiss her all over again, enjoying the way she moans into my mouth when I drag a finger over her pussy. I nip at her lips, rolling that full bottom lip between my teeth as I push the fabric aside.
I tear my mouth from hers when I find her already wet for me, my breathing ragged. “I need to see,” I whisper. “I need to burn the first time you come for me into my mind. Each moan, each expression, each movement. All of it, Faye.”
My hands wrap around the sides of her panties, and I slowly drag them down. She places both her hands on my shoulders and lifts her hips for me, and fuck if it isn’t the sexiest thing. My heart is pounding wildly as the light blue fabric moves down her thighs, exposing her perfectly smooth pussy.
I look into her eyes as my fingers trail back up, and a soft whimper escapes her lips when my fingers lightly brush over her bare pussy for the very first time. Her hands tighten on my shoulders, and her breathing rapidly turns into panting.
I’m mesmerized as I drag my middle finger through her wet folds. “You’re so perfect,” I whisper as I circle her clit. It’s already perfectly pouty for me, wanting my attention. I watch my wife carefully as I fall into a rhythm she seems to like.
“Dion,” she whispers, her tone conveying her desire.