Chapter 84 THE DEVIL'S BRIDE
\[GREAT NEW YORK HALL, ALTAR\]
Ixora and James were already at the altar, and the priest was chanting their blessing. The only light in the hall was the spotlight on the altar and the excessive camera flashes. They turned off the golden chandelier that shone on the guest. Ixora's eyes were occasionally going to the door.
As for James, she could see he was somehow restless. He kept on mumbling beneath his breath, and from the way his lips were moving, he was asking the priest to hurry up.
Her blank expression only got worse, and from the smile her parents had, she's sure they must be thinking she had agreed.
The priest cleared his throat, adjusting his glasses.
"Do you, Mr. James Miller, take Miss Ixora Castellan to be your lawfully wedded wife? To stand by her, in good and bad times, in sickness and in health. To support, cherish and love her for the rest of your life?"
James flashed a smile at Ixora. It was the type that said game over. He has won. His cocky and overconfident smile wasn't hidden anymore.
"I do."
The priest turned to Ixora.
"Do you, Miss Ixora Castellan, take James Miller to be your lawfully wedded husband? To stand by him, in good and bad times, in sickness and health. To support, cherish and love-"
The door to the hall creaked open with great force, cutting the priest.
A force greater than gravity, capable of causing the hall to crumble.
Heavy wind followed, drawing everybody's attention to the door. The media also turned their attention, wondering who had just stepped in.
Click. Click. Click.
Soft, silent, yet filled with a dangerous aura.
The closer the person got, the more people's hearts grew in anticipation.
But not Ixora. Her icy expression turned into a smiling face. Her heart was leaping with joy, and her stomach twisted in excitement.
She knew it was him; his presence, scent, and aura were noticeably not mistaken. No one else could come like this. Capable of stealing everyone's attention by just opening the door.
His face became visible to the lights-guests.
Gasps rippled from the mouths of everyone as they began standing in shock.
He looked breathtakingly handsome in his black shirt that clung to his skin like sin itself. His hair was tousled backward, and that gave away his crazy visuals. Talk of a man whose look is capable of making you think naughtily. Drexton.
He stared at her with those predatory eyes of his, like she was the only thing in the entire hall. His prey, ready to be consumed and destroyed by him. In a normal case, the prey would scramble away, looking for a safe spot, but she... she'd willingly walk to him, and let him ruin her.
She knew it was time. Time to let the whole world know that she already belongs to the devil. Time to let them know that the phrase 'sold your soul to the devil' is real in human terms. But in her case, she didn't just sell her soul to Drexton... She gave her soul to Drexton. Her devil.
James' fingers curled into a fist, dark veins threatening to rip out, but she was too consumed in Drexton's present to notice.
Her parents were seething beneath their breath, and for the first time, she's thanking them. The wedding decorations and excessive media were all in her favor. The world is watching, and that way they'd watch her get claimed by the devil in a suit.
The devil has come to get his bride.
The bouquet fell from her hands onto the floor. She didn't notice, and crushed them with her heels, taking slow steps towards the man that only her eyes could see at the moment.
The white floral wedding gown flowed seamlessly behind her, but wasn't a hindrance to her steps.
Their shoes echoed softly, matching their dark gazes. The only difference: hers was softer and calmer, while Drexton's own sent shivers down the skin of every man present. Calm yet terrifying.
The two walked towards each other, like a storm; rough, brutal and at the same time calm, ready to collide and destroy themselves.
The hall seemed to be stretching forever, the spotlight following them until they got to each other.
"Guards, what are you waiting for? Get him out of here!"
James, as usual, ranted, breathing heavily as if he'd have a heart attack any moment now.
Her parents nodded affirmatively.
But neither of their eyes left each other. Her smiling face mirrored his dark face.
The guards cocked their guns, but the unexpected happened.
Instead of Drexton, they pointed their guns at James, his father, her mother and father.
The look that appeared on their faces was beyond description. This was the highest form of betrayal from people who had schemed her wedding and their benefits without trouble.
They couldn't move; they stayed still as one wrong move might result in bloodshed.
She knew no one else was capable of making the guards switch sides; it was all Drexton.
The once appearance of victory was now replaced with betrayal, shock, and defeat. And the cameramen aren't failing their jobs.
"My flame." She smiled and jumped on him, hooking her leg around his waist.
Drexton gripped her waist, some part of his hands resting on her ass.
He removed the headband, and her hair fell freely on her shoulder.
He pulled her head backward, close enough to get a view of her neck.
She tilted her head to the left, exposing the side of her neck... the exact spot he had been claiming.
He held her head in place and sank his teeth into her.
Ixora clung to his shirt, closing her eyes.
The bible fell from the priest's hands.
James's fist loosened unknowingly.
Georgia's eyes rolled to her back and she found herself falling to the ground.
Smith didn't notice his unconscious wife as his eyes refused to blink. Memories ticking in his head.
Mr. Miller stared at them wordlessly.
The guest couldn't find their voice.
The camera flashes stopped, but the scene was live.
No one made a sound.
The once loud hall was now as silent as a graveyard.
The only sound was Drexton's lips on her neck, and her low whimpers.
His teeth grazed, and his lips nibbled on her neck. He sucked the spot with the very same possession and insanity. And her response to it wasn't soft either.
He pulled out just when he had had enough. He had left everyone speechless and successfully made her mother pass out at her daughter's so-called wedding.
The mark was visible, and she didn't bother to hide it.
Let the world see who she belongs to.
It seemed like breaking the kiss caused another shock because her mother regained consciousness.
He ran his thumb across her lips, his other hand still gripping her waist possessively.
"Was I late?" he asked, locking their gazes.
"Your timing was perfect," she replied and buried her face in his neck, kissing.
He adjusted her to his body and left with her, leaving everyone in bewilderment.
She's sure only one question will be on their mind and that is...
What the hell just happened?
\[DREXTON'S HOUSE\]
Ixora, still in her wedding dress, lay on the table obediently.
Drexton took her to his house and made her lie on the table. She recognized it because of the red and black lights.
The curtains were closed, and the room was like it reeked of sin and danger.
Red lights, with his dark shadow that loomed over her.
Her wedding dress spilled over the sides of the table, and she loved it. It's like a dark altar. She's still in her wedding gown-a symbol of purity and innocence, but now it means another thing. Sin. Lust. Desire. She's the sacrifice, and Drexton's the only priest allowed to touch her.
The look in his eyes was darker than hell as he stood by her side.
The lights, the table, the dress and his look were giving off a dominant/submissive relationship. She might not have done it before, but she's seen it in the movies... a lot of times.
"If I were a second late, were you going to say 'I do'?" he asked.
Was he jealous? She had no idea.
She thought of telling him her plan, but shook it off.
This would be fun.
"Maybe." She smiled. "If I did, what would you have done?" She asked. "Punish me?"
God knows how she enjoys daring him. Daring him to push his boundaries and cross his limits with her.
His eyes darkened, and she could swear that look spiked up more desire ever.
Due to the lights, his face wasn't clear and she loved it. Enjoying the version of him like a devil waiting to dominate her.
"You want my punishment, don't you?" he whispered huskily, rolling her wedding gown up to her waistline.
"I want your sanity as well."
On getting to the waistline, he ripped it off and flung it to God knows where.
The upper part of the gown remained intact.
Her red lacy panties came into view.
He smirked, taking his gaze to her face. "I can see you were already prepared."
Ixora nodded, with a shaky breath.
His finger brushed against her inner thigh to the sides until it got to the pant band.
He dragged the band high up and let it fall onto her skin with her slapping sound.
She screamed out from pleasure rather than pain.
She gripped the edges of the table, balancing herself.
Drexton cupped her neck, keeping her in place as he dragged the band again, slapping her pussy wall with it.
Another scream left her lips, with her core clenching harder.
She tried closing her thighs together, but he slapped them back open.
"Didn't you want my punishment?"