It’s true. There’s nothing that can tear me down right now. I’m getting married. I have a beautiful, healthy boy, and my mom is talking to me again.
“Is Dad coming?”
Mom suddenly becomes very interested in the floor. “He couldn’t make it.”
My mom. Always polite. Even though we both know that my dad thinks I’m a worthless gangster, she lies for his sake.
“That’s too bad.”
I adjust the tie at my neck, ignoring the sting of Dad’s refusal to come to my wedding.
“I need to see Claire before we head down to the church.”
“You can’t do that! It’s bad luck!”
“I don’t believe in that shit.”
“Luc!”
She covers the baby’s ears, giving me a scandalized look.
“I’ll be right back.”
I give her a quick kiss on her cheek and laugh at the mirror before I head downstairs where Claire’s getting ready. The office is barricaded by her bridesmaids, hand-picked by Johnny. Mostly they’re just wives of the other men. They frown at me as I approach the double doors.
“Ladies, I need a moment alone with my wife to be.”
Johnny’s sleek wife places her hands on her hips, her apple-like cheeks glowing red with blush. “Luc, you know we can’t let you in there.”
“But I have something I want her to wear during the ceremony.”
She holds out her hand and I burst out laughing.
“It’s private. Trust me.”
“Oh, Jesus Christ.”
She stands aside, rolling her eyes, and I push the doors open.
My office is a mini-salon. Girls surround Claire, picking pieces of her hair as she sits in a chair with her arms crossed, looking mildly annoyed.
The skin between her eyes creases with a fold as she spots me standing there.
“What are you doing here?”
I want to bend her over my knee for the tone in her voice. “Girls, I need you to leave the room for a second.”
“We’re in the middle of getting her hair done.”
“It’ll only take a few minutes.”
They give me extremely cross looks as they set the hair-curling iron and brushes on my desk and leave.
The door shuts behind me and Claire stands up, her hair halfway done in long curls.
“Please tell me the wedding is off.”
“Not a chance.”
She sucks in her lip as a strange half-cry leaves her mouth. I touch her arms and circle my hands around her biceps.
“Relax, hon. It’s just me.”
“Exactly,” she says, her eyes sliding to mine.
“The moment you walked in that VIP room, you became mine.”
“My life is my own, and you can’t just force me to do what you want.”
I squeeze her flesh, feeling a sudden throb in my cock as she wets her lips.
“You chose me, Claire. If you didn’t like the life, you could have left me that whole year.”
“I had no idea what I was getting into.”
“Do you want me to cancel this? You want to go back to living in some shit hole while that asshole cop sexually harasses you every chance he gets? Is that a better life than the one I’m offering you?”
Her eyes swim with tears. “I just want to feel like I have a choice.”
“You don’t.” I bend down, unable to stand the sadness building up behind her eyes. My lips graze her cheek. “I’m going to take something from you tonight.”
A shuddering breath leaves her lips.
“I’m going to take your virginity.”
“Um—I don’t get it.”
Despite every which way I’ve fucked her, it was always either her mouth or pussy. Laughing, I release her arm and sweep down the curve of her back, sliding over her ass. I slip a finger in between the seam of her jeans, and she jerks against my chest.
“Tonight, your sweet little ass is mine.”
“A-are you sure?”
“Yes.” I pull back, my dick throbbing at the deep-red blush on her face. If she’s embarrassed now…
“There’s something I want you to wear during the ceremony and reception. I need that tight little ass opened up for me.”
I leave her side to grab the box hidden in one of my drawers, and I pull out the U-shaped purple vibrator, bottle of lube, and the wireless remote.
“No!”
“Yes!”
“Luc, it’s our wedding!”
“And I’ll enjoy it more knowing I’m claiming you even as you walk down that aisle.”
I roll the vibrator in my hands. It has a silky feel, and there are encrusted, plastic jewels where it’ll be exposed. It’s pretty.
“You have got to be joking. This is a joke, right?”
“It’s our wedding. We might as well have fun.”