Her reaction annoys me as much as it amuses me. I can’t help but say mockingly, “Who said this was for you?”
Her confusion makes me chuckle. “Come here, you.” I draw her to me and press my lips to hers. “You’re going to wear this, and we’re going to get married next door. You have exactly five minutes. I’ll wait for you in the chapel. It’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding.”
I snort as her face goes through a thousand more expressions in under thirty seconds. Again, she settles on anger. “I saidno,” she repeats, her voice trembling with suppressed fury.
Oh, well. I’m not superstitious anyway. I slam the door shut and face her.
“What are you going to do to prevent this from happening?” I question.
She stares at me wordlessly, defiance flaring in her eyes.
“Saying no is cute and all. But you don’t belong to yourself.You’remine.” I edge toward her and stop, an inch away. I’m aware that I tower over her, and I’m about twice as wide, too. But she doesn’t lower her large eyes. Again, I find myself admiring her courage. Though it won’t save her from her fate.
“You have two minutes to tell me why not. Then, I’m putting you in that wedding dress, whether you want me to or not. And if you keep resisting, I’ll throw you over a shoulder and march you down the aisle that way.”
She keeps her mouth resolutely shut.
“Tell me!” I thunder.
“I don’t want to,” she says, trying her best to keep her voice from shaking.
“Why the hell not?!”
“Because… because you don’t love me.”
As she blurts out the words, her anger deflates, and I can see she’s struggling not to cry. But now I’m the one who’s riled up.
“Silly girl,” I growl. “I’ve a good mind to shut you up in the cell again. Is that what I need to do to make you behave, you ridiculous child?”
She looks up at me with a petulant expression that seems to confirm my words. But it makes my anger vanish and I find myself snorting with laughter. Her hands form fists as she gives in once more to her own anger. But it’s the kind I can handle. The cute kind that makes me want to tease her more, not wring her neck.
Flipping her around before she has time to resist, I pull down the zipper of the dress she’s wearing, and it falls to a puddle on the floor.
I can’t help but pause just long enough to admire her naked body. So fucking beautiful. I rip off her panties too, and note she’s wet. Clearly, my laughter gets her wet just as much as it gets her angry. Or maybe she secretly likes it when I take away her choice.
I have a feeling both theories are true as I slide my finger over her arousal. Then I turn her around again while my mouth clamps over her nipple. She sags into my arms, but still, I feel her resistance.
“I don’t want to get married,” she manages between two loud moans.
I quiet her with a smack to her bottom, and withdraw my finger from her pussy. She whimpers at the loss.
“Anything else you want to say?” I hiss.
“I want you,” she sobs. “But I know you’re lying to me.”
I smack her again, harder. “Arms up,” I order.
She hesitates for a second and I smack her a third time. Blinking away her tears, she capitulates at last, and I force the wedding gown over her. “Keep still or it’ll rip,” I warn, “and then I’ll really let you have it.”
I drag her toward the door, but at the last moment, the sight of her sad, resigned face forces a pang of guilt into my chest.
I press her back to the wall and kiss her passionately. “Why can’t you love me?” I breathe into her mouth.
“I… Idocare…” she whispers. “But… but you don’t…”
Her whispered admission makes my heart melt. I kiss her tenderly, and then deepen it in a passionate embrace.
“I love you more than I can put into words. Why can’t you believe that? I want you to share my name. I want you to share my life. I’ll never want anyone but you. You’re mine, and I want to be yours, too. I want you to own me just as much as I own you. Why can’t you understand that?”
