We got married.We got married!
Why did I say yes?
Have I completely lost my mind? Or did a part of me say yes because it’s actually what I wanted?
Has Knight’s surety convinced me that we’re as destined to be together as he believes we are?
A million questions that I know all the answers to, but refuse to admit, even to myself, swirl around my brain, poking and prodding me with the truth, but I choose to ignore them all and focus on the panic that’s vibrating through my muscles.
I shouldn’t have let myself get so deep into this fantasy. Two days ago, before he knocked on my door, I was lonely, miserable, and punishing myself for being stupid enough to get sucked back into Abel’s manipulations. Now I’m married to a man I don’t know, just because he has a great dick and the kind of confidence that makes you believe what he believes, simply because of his sheer force of will.
Maybe I really am as insane and weak-minded as I’ve proven myself to be, because there literally isn’t another single reason to explain away my insanity.
“Or maybe being with him feels so right that you took a chance,”the tiny voice in the back of my mind whispers.
Parting my lips, I start to speak, but he interrupts.
“I promised you days of gratification,” he says, his tone still calm, but with a hint of something else that makes me want to turn and look at his face to see if I can figure out what it is.
Like he’s heard my thoughts, he lifts me off his cock, spins me around, then pushes his hard dick back inside of me with us face-to-face.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he orders, and I do what he says, because even though I feel like I should argue, or leave, or run away from this crazy situation I’ve found myself in, my heart is still beating in time with his, and that has to mean something…right?
I don’t know if he can read my thoughts, or sense my indecision, because he stands up in one fluid motion, supporting my weight with his hands under my butt and walks us across the patio and into the house with his cock still inside of me. The movement is a delicious agony that’s loud and wonderful enough to drown out the arguing voices in my head. By the time we step into the bedroom, all I can think about is how good his dick feels inside of me, and how close I am to screaming and coming all over it.
NINE
KNIGHT
“She’s mine. My wife. Legal. Official. Mine. All mine.” The words become a mantra, replaying over and over in my head for the next three days as I do my best to impregnate my wife. Octavia Taylor. I like it. No, I love it, and so does she, even if she won’t admit it to herself.
I may not be the best judge of emotions, but in between the moments where her building love for me shines out of her, I’ve seen her doubts. And that’s okay. I’ll eradicate them and kill them all one by one until she’s as confident in us as I am.
She hasn’t mentioned the wedding again since she asked if it was legal, but I’ve made her tell me her new name over and over. I’ve made her scream it out loud a thousand times in the last thirty-six hours, and I’m confident that even if she denies it, deep down she knows exactly who she is now.
My dick—I’ve stopped referring to it as my penis, even in my own head now—is still hard, but as I part her legs, ready to push inside of her again, she moans an exhausted, pitiful sound and pushes her hand between her thighs to cover her pussy.
“No more. I can’t,” she says, her voice weak and raspy.
I’ve done what I promised her I would. I’ve fucked her so many times in the last three days that I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve filled her cunt with my cum. Enough that the official biological vernacular I’ve used to describe both male and female genitalia my entire life until now has faded in my mind and been replaced with the filthy words she prefers.
I haven’t spent days having sexual intercourse and penetrating her vagina with my penis. I’ve been breeding my wife’s greedy cunt with my hard cock and filling her with my cum. She loves it when I tell her what I want to do to her. My words make her body slick and wet, and watching her cheeks stained pink from a mixture of embarrassment and desire only makes everything better.
Glancing down at her, I take in her exhausted state. Her eyes are half lidded, and her perfect body bears the marks of our intimacy, a map of tiny fingerprint bruises, bite marks, and scratches from my stubble and teeth. I love the way her pale skin looks covered in brands of my ownership. And I do own her. Just as much as she’s owned me since the moment I laid eyes on her.
We’re married. Officially. Legally. Her finger wears the ring I pushed onto it a moment after she said I do, and by now Judge Lodge will have filed our marriage license and the paperwork to change her name that she signed after she officially accepted me as her husband.
We’ve fucked so many times in the last few days, I’ve struggled to keep track of how many times I’ve made her come. But I know there’s no way a judge would ever grant her an annulment now, so the only way out of our marriage is through divorce, which I’ll never grant her. I’m hers and she’s mine, forever, and the only thing that will separate us now is death.
With her face scrunched into an expression of discomfort, and her hand still covering her pussy, Doll rolls to her side, a low whining noise slipping from her pink, swollen lips. My hard dickjerks at the sound, but as much as I want to be inside of her, my desire to take care of her pushes at me harder than my need to fuck her again.
“Shall I run a bath?” I ask, pushing her messy hair away from her cheek and tucking it behind her ear.
“Sleep,” she says, immediately yawning widely.
“Okay, Doll, sleep,” I whisper.
Neither of us has allowed the outside world to invade our newlywed bubble, but tomorrow we’ll need to leave the house and tell the world who we are to each other. Several of my brothers have tried to contact me, as well as Cody Barnett, but I’ve ignored them all, more interested in my wife than my family. But tomorrow we’ll need to reconnect with reality. To get on with our lives outside of this house. My doll needs that, and I’ll give her whatever she needs as long as it doesn’t require me to leave her.
