Owned by the Bad Boy(46)

“I—I uh—I—” I swallow hard as a wave of pleasure ripples through me. My shaking voice echoes through the church. The vibrator buzzes beneath my dress, soaking me through. Dear fucking God, I can feel it dripping down my legs.

“Take a second, dear.”

The priest is a kindly old man who has probably seen his fair share of fainting brides, brides who forget their lines, and brides who scream, and those who cry at the altar.

I’ll bet his ass he’s never had a bride come at the altar.

Luc makes a sound through his nose. His teeth flash at me, and he tries to stifle his laughter by pressing his lips together, but it doesn’t really work.

Laugh it up, asshole. It’s your wedding, too.

Oh God. It’s happening.

The vibrator pulses inside my pussy and ass—I’m so full.

Luc’s finger brushes my chin in a deceptively tender gesture, but I know he wants to watch the suffering in my eyes.

“I take you as my partner for life. I promise to be faithful and supportive and to always make our family’s happiness a priority. I will be yours in sickness and in health.” I grit my teeth through the vows, forcing out my lips in a scene that must look horrific to the crowd of people, but they don’t have a double-ended vibrator filling all their holes.

All I can think of is the two short rubber pieces humming like tongues between my legs. They’re not long enough. I want more.

The priest murmurs a few words I don’t catch. I can’t look away from Luc’s lips and the promise of a kiss. Then he takes my hand and slides on a golden ring with a heart-shaped diamond, and then I take his hand and push the plain gold band on his finger. He pulls me in close, the crowd of people a distant roar, and then his hip touches mine. Luc swallows my moan in a kiss as electricity shoots in my pussy, made even more intense by the plug filling me up, vibrating against the back of my walls. I collapse in his arms as a violent orgasm rips through my body, every kiss like a brand of fire, and my tongue sweeps across his lips.

You’re on the altar!

I pull back, still riding the waves as my cheeks burn. A dark smile stretches across his lips and he dips his hand in his pocket for a moment, ending the vibrations.

Thank fucking God.

Then he loops my arm around his and we turn around, and I’m suddenly aware that I just came in front of all these people. My muscles involuntarily clench around the vibrator. The desire to have him fuck the shit out of me hasn’t gone. I still want his mouth over every part of me.

I numbly follow Luc down the steps, my heart hammering fast as people throw rose petals over our heads.

I’m married. Actually fucking married.

I wait for a sweeping sense of joy. Anything other than stunned disbelief.

Months ago I was determined to stay away from him no matter how badly I wanted his arms wrapped around me. He thrilled me. I followed him into hell and barely saved our baby. Then he got out and dragged me back, undoing all the hard work I did. All the blood, sweat, and tears I spent the year he was in jail—invalidated. Gone. Little by little, he’s taken every bit of control from me.

The frustration and fury builds up behind me chest as we walk down the aisle together. Luc’s reassuring arm clings to my waist as he guides me out of the church. My hands shake as I bend over to duck inside the champagne Mercedes waiting to sweep us to the reception.

Luc waves at some of his friends before he ducks into the car, grinning from ear to ear.

I’m irritated, no, pissed that another jolt of desire tingles my pussy when we’re locked into the car together.

Luc cocks his head. “What’s the matter? Get a little hot and bothered at the altar?”

“You made me come.”

“And you loved it.”

“No, I don’t! I don’t like any of this shit. Handcuffs don’t turn me on, and being humiliated in front of all our friends and family—”

“Really turns you on.”

His hand wraps around my thigh, squeezing me through the wedding dress as his body slides next to mine. Just the sight of him in that tux gets my heart going. He smiles, and I know it’s just for me. That he really is crazy about me and it’s not just an infatuation.

So why do I hate myself so much right now?

“Claire, just admit it. You’re into this shit just as much as I am.” A smile lights up his face. “I read those dirty books of yours. I know exactly what you like.”

My heart leaps in my throat. “Just because I read stuff like that doesn’t mean I actually want to do it!”

“Then why the hell read about it?” His teeth nip at my ear. “Why read it so many times that the pages were worn out? If you weren’t into it, you wouldn’t have come all over that vibrator.”