Submission Specialist(Still a Bad Boy #2)(14)

I shifted closer to her and she shrank a little, her body language betraying all her nerves, but those eyes of hers still begged me to fuck her. That wish was going to be granted.

“You were the sexiest woman ever to walk down the aisle today,” I said.

“Oh. Th-thanks. I got kind of lost in the moment there. Forgot myself. I’ve never had a day anything like that before.”

I reached up and tucked an errant strand of her hair behind her ear. That white gold and diamond bridal tiara of hers caught a few glints of light, but it wasn’t as bright as her smile had been.

Curling my fingers behind her neck, I took control of her like I had in that spare room at the New Ashby Event Center. I could feel her shaking with that same fear and excitement; she was positively humming under my touch.

“Um… so, you’re sleeping in your room, I’m sleeping in mine?” she asked.

One corner of my mouth raised in a smile, and I had a single humorless chuckle as I reached up under her wedding dress. Those wholesome pecks for the TV spot, and the family-friendly kiss after we were proclaimed man and wife, were nowhere near enough.

I wanted to pick up right where I’d left off, with my hand on her soaking wet little pussy as I kissed her so hard her head spun. Because now it was my pussy. All fucking mine.

“You know what I’d rather do?” I asked.

Skylar’s resistance was as token and ineffective as it had been the last time. Wriggle around though she did, grasp at my wrist though she tried, she actually opened her legs further to give me easier access. Her bluff was called.

“You… you want to have sex with me,” she said.

“No.”

The look on her face told me that was the last answer she’d been expecting, and she went still. Her hands halted their resistance in confusion as I closed the distance to the tight opening I was going to fuck bareback as soon as possible.

“You… don’t?”

“No. I want to fuck you until you scream my name, until you scream it so loud that you know you’re mine as much as I do.”

My hand touched the crotch of her panties and I could feel her virgin slit through the thin material, so wet, radiating sexual heat. Mine.

Skylar gasped and I kissed her, hard.





Chapter 9

Skylar

We arrived at our hotel just as I thought I was about to lose consciousness from the intensity of Austin’s kisses. He pulled away, and I panted for air as he opened the rear door. We stepped out to be met with paparazzi taking pictures with strobe-light speed.

It seemed that Robbie’s plan to drum up interest was working, but that was little consolation as a surge of fear hit me. My panties were halfway down my thighs, as Austin had just roughly yanked them down when the limo pulled up to the curb.

With all those cameras taking pictures in the rear of the vehicle, I had no option to pull them back up. I smoothed my dress down and shuffled over to the door, where Austin scooped me up as if he was going to carry me all the way over the threshold from the curb. I offered silent thanks for the length of the gown, and for the fact that I wouldn’t have to do some strange duck-waddle through the media to the hotel entrance.

Austin carried me so easily, it felt like the muscular fighter could have spun me on one finger like a basketball. A pair of girls in the elevator looked so jealous behind their congratulatory smiles.

He did carry me all the way to the door of his room, the honeymoon suite, only taking one hand away from me briefly to drag a key card out of his pocket and swipe it to open the door. Slamming it shut with a backwards kick, he crossed the room and threw me on the bed, where I bounced a couple of times before finding my balance. I sat up with my hands bracing myself on the mattress behind me and my feet facing towards Austin.

My husband shrugged off his jacket. It dropped to the ground before he literally ripped his shirt apart as if it was paper, and I could hear buttons rolling and skittering along the floor as he discarded the shreds of material. He kicked his shoes off. For the first time since that night in the dressing room, I was exposed to that glorious torso of his, the inked skin and masculine lines.

Just as inside the ring, his every movement was artwork. Muscles flexed and rippled as he mounted the bed and walked himself forward on his knees, distorting his tattoos one after the other.

My mind was racing with thoughts running too fast to properly comprehend. I was on a bed. With a man. And he said he was going to fuck me until I screamed.

That combination of facts had my heart thundering in my ears. I tried to tell myself that it was my wedding night, but the answer always came back, yeah, but it’s fake.

If I’d been willing to give up my chance at escaping my past, I could have put a stop to this. I could have given back the money, lost my job, dropped out of college, and gone home.