“Don’t think of it as fake, Bea,” I gently chided her. None of this was fake. It might not have been a real wedding planned by a family, a huge ceremony, or had a reception to celebrate, but it was real. She was going to be my wife. She was already in my bed, and I was going to do everything in my power to make sure it stayed that way.
I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her against my body for support. “Do you want the dress, Bea?”
She let out a little yawn, and I smiled in response. “Yes, but I shouldn’t.” She sighed and lay her head against my chest. “It’s really too much. I’ll just wear one of the dresses I brought with me.”
I rolled my eyes and kissed her head. “You’re getting the dress, Princess.”
“No, I’m not.” She huffed and looked up at me. “When I marry for real, I’ll buy a dress for that. I’m not going to buy one or have someone else buy one for a wedding that’s not real.”
I clenched my teeth, ready to spank her for calling our wedding and marriage fake. In her mind, it was only a temporary situation until we figured out how to get rid of the agreement between the cartel and her father. Once again, I imagined ripping the fucker’s heart out and shoving it down his throat.
“Then why try it on?” I questioned her. “Why did you leave my bed this morning, come shopping, and roam with Alek, if you didn’t have any intention of buying a dress?”
“I came down to eat and get coffee. I didn’t want to wake you, and Alek met me in the lobby. He scolded me for not having you with me. When he asked what I was doing, I told him I was going to get some breakfast and then have a look around the resort.” She shrugged. “We started talking about the wedding today, and he asked if I’d bought a wedding dress. I told him I hadn’t, but that I brought a few dresses from home to wear, and he pushed me into the boutique so I could try on dresses.” She smiled. “I think he was bewildered by my not having a proper wedding dress.”
I laughed. “Alek doesn’t give a shit about a wedding dress. You could wear a paper bag, and he wouldn’t care. He was delaying you coming back to my bed.”
“Why?” She looked at me with confusion clearly written in her eyes.
“To give me time to wake up and notice you weren’t there. The fucker was taunting me that he was spending time with you while I was out of it, and when you should have been in my bed. It was a game to him.”
“For two people in two different families, you both seem to be good friends to know that much about each other.”
“Not friends, Princess. We have mutual respect for each other, and we are well aware of what the other is capable of. He’ll push the buttons and boundaries, but he won’t break them and risk a war. Nobody wins a war between families. Lives get lost that way, and people are often caught in the crosshairs. It’s too much of a risk, but he will try to get a rise out of me, and he knows the best way to do that is through you.”
When she yawned again, I led her out of the fitting room and to the front counter. I bought the dress despite her protests and led her back up to the suite. While she got undressed, I drew her a warm bath in the jacuzzi tub. She looked so relaxed when she lay her head back against the lip of the tub, letting her muscles relax in the bubbling, massaging heat.
I stripped off my clothes and ignored the stirring in my cock. She didn’t have the strength for more, and I didn’t want to hurt her. The blood from her virginity had covered my cock not even twenty-four hours ago.
When I was undressed and moved into position behind her, her eyes opened slightly as I pushed her shoulders forward and slid my body behind hers, then let her back rest against my chest. “You’ll have a beautiful wedding of your own one day, Princess. This isn’t perfect. I know that, but you’ll get a better one someday.” I left off the fact that I had every intention of being the groom in that someday wedding, too.
“You think so?” She sighed contentedly.
“I know so.” Get some rest, Princess. We are going to have a busy night.
As she curled up and slept on my chest, I used my hands to cup warm water and drizzle it down and across her skin. I massaged her arms, her shoulders, and her thighs with gentle caresses and watched as goosebumps spread across her chest and her nipples puckered in response.
God, she was so damn responsive to me and to my every touch. I loved it. I loved the way she felt in my hands, in my arms, on my cock. If I died tomorrow, I would die a happy man because I would know what it was to be with this woman. She was everything I never thought I could have and so much more.
***
“Wake up, Princess.” I’d moved her over to the bed after she’d spent some time in the tub to relax her muscles. She was languid and compliant as I dried her off and moved her over to the bed, wrapped in a fluffy, white bathrobe the hotel offered as a courtesy.
She fell asleep again quickly, and I tugged on some pants to create a barrier to keep my cock under control. If she hadn’t been a virgin yesterday, I would have fucked her in the tub and let her fall asleep with my dick still buried deep inside her. That particular fantasy, I would need to make happen one day soon. I’d never had a woman without a condom, and I’d never fallen asleep still plugging a pussy with my cock. I’d thought about the cum I’d deposited deep inside her last night and this morning, taking root, and my chest squeezed.
If she were on birth control, I didn’t know about it. She could have an implant of some type because she hadn’t been taking a pill each day. I would have noticed that. So, if she had protection from pregnancy at all, it wasn’t in the form of a pill. Part of meknew getting her pregnant might not be the best way to go about this, especially since she was so close to achieving her goals as a dancer, but the other part–the more feral and possessive part of me–wanted to claim her and make her mine in every way.
I stood over her and watched her sleep. Her brown hair was spread out in loose, damp waves across the pillow, her skin was glowing and healthy, and her plush pink lips were relaxed in sleep. She was incredible. The only other place I had ever seen her look this relaxed and at peace was when she was dancing on stage.
My phone vibrated on the dresser, and I grabbed it before going into the living room of the suite to answer. “You didn’t check in last night,” Romeo muttered when I picked up. “I called Bea’s phone, and she didn’t answer either. I almost decided to drive my ass down there.”
“Things are good but weird. Everything is on schedule for us to get married tonight. We’re hijacking a wedding and getting married in the hotel before another couple ties the knot.”
“How did that come about?” Romeo asked curiously.
“Kozlov wants to see me and Bianca married. He knows about Arias.”
Romeo didn’t say a word for a few minutes as he digested what I said. Then I dropped more information on him, “They have paid for quite a bit of our stay here. Apparently, they are covering our hotel, and Kozlov even went so far as to purchase a four-thousand-dollar suit for me and wanted to buy the wedding dress for Bianca.”
