Chapter 15

Marcella

Everything was a blur after the ceremony. We ate the feast the chefs made and there was also a small cake Rose surprised us with to cut.

“I think you should have your first dance, no?” Rose said and I immediately started to feel panicked. It was like the day was finally getting to me.

I felt Killians arm on my shoulder as he pulled me towards him tightly, rubbing my arm as if he could feel my mood shift, “I think it's time for us to take some rest now. We can have this dance when we have our reception.” My head snapped towards Killian at his words. What reception?

He turned to me, amusement clear as day in his eyes just as I'm sure he could see the panic in mine. “I do want the world to know you’re mine.” He smirked at me and my eyes drifted towards his mouth.

When Killian gave me an out at the altar, it was needless to say I was shocked. This ruthless man had given me a choice, knowing well enough that there was no way out of this situation my oh so lovely sister created for me. Something about his offer calmed me. Like I finally had a choice since all this fiasco began. I had a split second to become rational about this whole situation.

I knew this world I was forced into was no joke and right now, even though I was kidnapped. I wasn't harmed here. And the one time I was about to be, Killian saved me. And from what Killian told me, this marriage was a way of protecting me from his enemies. I could easily walk out that door. But I knew there was no freedom for me out there anymore. Not until Killian dissolves the whole situation once and for all.

Killian took my hand and led me up the stairs. When we reached the second floor, we passed a few rooms when suddenly he pulled me to a stop in front of a huge door.

“This is our room.” He opened the door and my head snapped to him. He said our. Our room. I was going to share the room with him?

He moved in but I stood rooted in place. I was not ready for this. To live with this man. This marriage was not real so why would i live with him?

“Are you just going to stand there?”He asked, taking a step closer to her so we were inches apart. There’s a slight chill to the air as it wrapped around us, but i was not staying with him

“Yes,” I answered immediately. My neck craned to look at the mountain of a man standing in front of me. “I thought I would get my own room.”

He tilted his head a little, looking at me all peculiar as if I said something that was impossible for him to understand. “Why would you think that mia belleza”?

“Because.” My arms lifted to move between us. “This is not real. I don't have to stay in your room with you for you to protect me. Am I wrong?”

“And where would you like to sleep?”

“Back at my place.”

“You know that’s not an option.”

She sighed and moved around me in the room. “This room screams you.”

“And how is that?”

“Massive dark wood furniture? A bed the size of a football field? It screams ‘arrogant asshole.’” I don't know how this sudden bravery and confidence came in me but I was holding on to it. It was the only thing that would let me leave unharmed.

I turn and immediately am pushed against Killians chest. His hands moved to my hips to steady me and a sudden rush of warmth sparked inside me.

“Sorry,” I mutter, steadying myself by pressing my hands to his hard, sweaty chest. I moved my eyes to him and they latched on to his scar. It was the first part of him that attracted me too much. Even now it was doing weird things to my inside which i did not want to think about now.

“I see you have a mouth on you.” His voice was deep which did not help at all with what I was feeling. He bent down only leaving an inch between our lips. I had to will every nerve in my body to stop myself from erasing the distance left. I don't know what was happening to me.The sudden feelings were confusing me and further adding fuel to fire. “I would love to see what else that mouth can do.” He further growled out.

His hand moved to my hair, pulling my hair further back and slammed his mouth to mine. There is nothing delicate or light in his kiss. It’s hungry and hard. His hand moves down my back and under my shirt to squeeze one of my butt cheeks. I can feel his hard cock pressing upon my core. It’s so enticing that a small moan escapes my lips as wetness pools between my legs. He bites my lower lip, hard, then squeezes my ass again. I rock my hips, brushing my mound over his rock-hard length. An image of him inside of me flashes through my mind, and my panties become instantly drenched, begging to be removed.

“Killian” I moaned, pulling back just a fraction, my hips circling as I tried to get more friction.

“Yes, mia belleza?”

“Please,” I begged. This was not me. I have never acted on impulse but just today. Just now, I wanted to forget everything and enjoy this moment. I tried to rationalize that he was now my husband and while we were married, might as well get something out of this.

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Killian.

We were both breathing hard. Her eyes were hooded just like I'm sure mine were too filled with lust and want.

I moved her backwards towards the bed. And pushed her back. I kneeled down in front of her and took a hold of her hem. “I think its time to take a page from your book.”

She frowned at my words but suddenly gasped in shock when I tore the dress all the way to the top of her neck line.

It was my turn to stare at her in shock. She was not wearing an inch of clothing under her wedding dress. I looked up at her and saw her face red with embarrassment.

My cock is already close to bursting, veins pulsing. Her blush made me lose my composure entirely. I want her to moan, scream, and pant. I want to hear her yell my name.I want everything, and I want it now!

I moved up my knees and cupped her face in my hands. Our lips touched. “Who owns you, Marcella?” She presses her lips together and squints her eyes a little. A chuckle escaped me at her sudden fierceness.

“I said” I tangle my hands into the hair at the back of her head. “Who owns you?” She pants, wrapping her hands around my neck and pulling me toward her, but she doesn’t utter a word. I pushed her to the center of the bed and laid on top of her between her legs.

She wrapped her legs around my torso, pressing her warm and waiting sex against my cock. I thought I might take this slow, savor the moment, and torment her a little by making her wait. I intended to drag it out for an hour or more before purposefully sliding my cock into her heat until it fills her completely. A rather odd plan because I’ve never wanted to take it slow with a woman before. For me, sex has always been a means of release. But not with her. Everything is different with my Belleza. I move my hand down her front and press my fingers onto her pussy. She’s so wet, silently begging me to fuck her into oblivion

I remove my hand and bury my cock inside her in one thrust. Perfect. Marcella gasps and squeezes her legs around me. I slide into the hilt, marveling at the sensation of my cock filling her.

She pants, wrapping her hands around my neck and pulling me toward her, but she doesn’t utter a word. My words still in the scorching air that wrapped around us. The urge to push myself all the way back in is infuriating, but I don’t move an inch, enjoying the way she’s begging with her eyes and her body. I squeeze the blonde strands a little harder. “Who, Marcella?”

“You Killian !” she cries out.

“Me.” I slam inside her. “Don’t you ever forget that.”

She nodded and moaned again.

“I want to hear you scream my name.”

And she did. She screamed and screamed. “You. Are. Mine.” I said with every thrust making my point.

She thought I would let her go but that would never happen. She was mine and only mine and I will make sure she knows that. I take a deep breath and thrust into her one final time, unable to keep my orgasm at bay as I pump weeks of my frustration into her. Not for one second do I take my eyes off her beautiful eyes.

Eyes that made her mine the first time I laid my eyes on hers.