My eyes narrow, the need to punish her making my fingers itch as she lifts the glass, downs half of it and then flips me her middle finger, finishing it all off with a saccharine smile.
My teeth grind together as I take my place next to her, watching the guests file into the room.
Sebastian comes to take his seat next to me while Willow places herself next to Olivia.
“Regina is here,” Sebastian whispers in my ear, adjusting the cuffs of his shirt, “she’s already spreading the rumor you two are still an item behind Olivia’s back.”
I roll my eyes, “Where is her father?”
Sebastian points to the greying man, rotund in shape and balding on top, Hank Ware is as much of a slimyasshole as Kenneth, Regina’s uncle was. He just happens to sit on the council making it harder to dispose of him.
To be honest, he’s been a good sport about not having his daughter married to me, it’s a power move, one I know he wanted so I couldn’t be too angry at him, even if he couldn’t keep his spoiled daughter in her place.
“I’ll speak with him,” I tell Sebastian, “Keep Regina away from Olivia.”
He nods, looking over my shoulder at my new wife. “That was quite the kiss.”
Lowering my voice, I chuckle, “Scared of being a hundred grand lighter now?”
“Nah,” He leans back, “She came to her senses pretty quick.”
I roll my eyes, the commotion in the room settling so I turn my attention back to Olivia. She’s moved her chair further away from me, closer to Willow and is sipping her wine. The whole glass is almost gone.
That just won’t do.
Grasping the chair, I yank it back, the wine in her glass spilling over and splashing against the tablecloth.
“What the fuck!?” She growls at me.
“We just got married,” I tell her, “Putting a mile between us is hardly selling it.”
“You got the wife,” She replies, “we never agreed that I had to sell it too.”
“You keep pushing me, kitten.” I warn.
“What?” She flutters her lashes, “You’ll tell me off?”
“Don’t fucking test me.”
“Or what, Malakai?” She challenges, a devious little glint lighting up the darkness of her eyes. “What exactly are you going to do?”
I open my mouth to speak but a photographer steps up to the table, “A photo for the city paper,” He says with a grin, “Say cheese.”
I place my arm around Olivia’s shoulder, pulling her in close as I rest my mouth against her hair, the camera going off as he captures a moment that looks intimate but is anything but.
She goes to move away, but I don’t give her an inch, “Olivia, darling,” I purr, voice quiet and only for her, “When you give yourself up to me, when I have you spread beneath me, naked, wet, and panting, I’ll remember every moment you defied me. Every challenge you threw at my feet, and I’ll deliver it back.” She stiffens under me, “Your ass will be sore, your cunt throbbing but I won’t stop, even when you beg me to.”
“Congratulations!” The photographer scurries off and I finally let her go, reveling in the blush that has risen to her chest, turning her skin pink.
She practically leaps away from me, keeping her eyes off me as she reaches for the wine, scoots her chair toward Willow and tops up both their glasses.
“You’re so fucked,” Sebastian laughs.
“We’ll see,” I reply, staring at the back of my wife’s head, “We’ll see who breaks first.”
Chapter Twelve
I am fucked.
