Chapter 10 Careful - Vincent
I need a fucking smoke.
All I want to do is take my blushing bride to the hotel room, and do unspeakable things to her, but I'm yet again shoved into a conversation with some guy trying to kiss my ass.
I made her laugh today.
Not the pretend to laugh kind that looks good on pictures. No, the kind that comes from your stomach, the genuine kind.
She's nervous, and she's getting more jittery the later it becomes.
If I was a noble man, I would've said we could wait until she felt ready, but I'm not a gentleman, nor have I ever claimed to be.
There's a reason I wanted Lily Sullivan.
I want the fire in her eyes that she tries to mask, I want to see her blush when I touch her in places she's never been touched, and I want her classically beautiful face to look at me in absolute pleasure.
Now that I have her, I want to do unspeakable things to her body.
If only these idiots would stop demanding my fucking time.
Lily looks like she doesn't belong at her own wedding. In normal weddings, you would have your friends, you would throw the bouquet and have too many drinks.
It does look like she's having too many drinks, sitting at the table we're supposed to share with her maid slinging back Irish whiskeys like her life depends on it.
And I'm over here discussing business mergers when I should be with my wife drinking too much, getting ready to fuck.
Father walks up to us and slaps me on the shoulder. "Son, the plane departs tomorrow morning at seven. Does your wife have everything in order to leave?"
How the fuck must I know when I have been talking to old men reliving their glory days the whole damn reception?
"Excuse me." I nod at the gentleman who was telling me about his luxury silk business. "My assistant will be in touch, just drop an email."
I all but run to the table Lily is sitting at, checking the time on my smart watch. It's almost midnight, not enough time for debauchery and everything I have planned.
She looks a little tipsy to me, a blush covering her cheeks.
"Wife." I hold my hand out for her. "We're leaving very early, maybe we should head to bed."
The reception is in the ballroom of the hotel we're staying at, so luckily it's only an elevator ride up to the penthouse suite.
She looks uncertainly at me, the alcohol making her come across as the young girl she is.
"I'll see you tomorrow morning." Her maid smiles cheerfully. "I'm going with you to Chicago, I'm so excited!"
I thought it would be good for her to have some familiarity in a place where she knows nobody. It seems the maid is more excited than my wife.
She hesitantly puts her hand in mine, her eyes scanning the ballroom filled with mostly men, but her grandmother has already left, and her father is deep into business conversation.
I don't miss her little sigh before she gets up, slightly wobbly on her feet from the whiskey.
"You sure know how to take a drink." I say amused.
"I figured why not get drunk if I'm selling my body." That fire I wanted, blazes in her green eyes.
I can't lie, I'm taken aback by her comment. "Selling your body?"
Luckily the elevator is empty when it stops, otherwise some people may have heard things not intended for their ears.
"This is a business deal, is it not?" She folds her arms, the pink blush on her cheeks darkening. "So in reality, I'm selling myself."
Well, if she puts it that way.
"Then we're both selling ourselves." I lift my eyebrows at her.
"That doesn't make me feel any better." She blinks rapidly. "Do you know I've never even kissed a guy apart from you? And I'm sure you have done way more than just kissing with women."
I chuckle. She's not wrong. I'm sure I could find someone to fuck in Boston tonight if I wanted to, but she's the only one I want to fuck, and the thought that nobody but me has kissed those sweet lips is enough to bring the beast out that has been simmering under the surface.
Her eyes widen when I walk up to her, and she takes a few steps back until she's in the corner of the elevator, exactly where I want her.
My bride is too beautiful to even look at. I'm going to have to kill men who look at her with desire.
I stop before her, and gently takes her face in my hand, and she flinches. "Do I scare you?"
"No." She answers immediately, yet her bottom lip is trembling, and she can't hide the vulnerability in her eyes.
My hand moves to the beautiful column of her neck that is dripping in my diamonds. Smooth, unblemished, and so elegant. The gods were feeling generous when they made her, that's the only explanation for the masterpiece in front of me.
I lightly encircle her neck with my hand, and her mouth drops open with even more fear. I can smell it on her.
I lightly brush my lips over hers. "Do you think I will hurt you?"
I can feel her gulp. "Do you want to hurt me?"
"Yes." I say honestly. "But not in the way you think."
I snake my tongue out and lick her bottom lip, catching her little gasp before I lose it. I want everything from her, even her tears.
I abruptly step back from her, the taste of whiskey on my tongue from her mouth.
I will fuck her, and I will fuck her hard.
But not tonight.
Tonight I will show her she's safe with me.