“You gonna sleep in that?” he asked.
Shrugging, I said, “I suppose not.”
I started to unzip the white corset but he sighed and threw the covers off, jumping from the bed. His hand pushed mine away, and he grabbed the zipper. My breath hitched, waiting for my breasts to fall from the stiff article.
Then they didn’t. They squeezed again as the zipper went back up.
His face was inches from mine and he leaned close. My eyes fluttered and my panties were damp.
He stopped just short of my lips and my eyes closed. “Not tonight, Katarina.” Then his hands fell from me.
“But–”
“Not…tonight.”
“It’s our wedding night, though,” I protested.
He gripped my chin. “I’m not in the business of fucking women that don’t want to fuck me.”
My brow furrowed. “What? But we have to–”
“No, we don’t.”
Looking down, I struggled to fight back tears. “But we do. They’ll know. They’ll check.”
“What the fuck?” he asked, bewildered. “Check what?”
“You know.”
“Yeah, we definitely aren’t doing this tonight,” he said, letting go of my chin and wiping his hand down his face. “What are they going to check? I won’t let them touch you.”
“They’ll check the bed.”
He cocked a brow. “Look, we signed the wedding certificate, we had a ceremony. We’re good. It’s done. Now let’s get some sleep. We have a long ride ahead.”
He started to turn to the bed and grabbed the glass of water on the nightstand, taking a sip.
“No, they won’t confirm it until they have proof we consummated.”
He put the glass down then turned. “And what will they look for?”
“Well, blood.”
He leaned down, grabbing his pants from the floor.Okay. This is it. He’s getting a condom.
But instead, he pulled out a knife and flicked it open,his pants dropping to the floor. He took two long strides and stopped short of me again. Heat rose in my chest as my heart beat wildly. My mouth went dry as he stood with the open knife inches from me.
He lifted his empty hand, his palm up. With the knife in the other, he stared at me as he sliced his hand open and I stared with wide eyes, my jaw hanging open.
He balled his fist, then turned back to the bed, leaned over, and ran his hand down the sheets. “Like that?”
He walked to the bathroom as I stood staring at the bed. After the water ran shortly, he came out, the knife closed, and he put it back in the pants pocket before he walked across the room.
Up to that point, everything happened so fast. Watching him walk across the room in his boxer briefs was the first time I really took him in. He had detailed tattoos from his shoulders to his wrists, and his back was nearly covered with them as well. His muscles were round and well defined. And his ass. His legs. His back. I’d trained with plenty of men that were strong and very athletic. This man was God-like. Better than any statue I’d seen.
When he turned around, I couldn’t help but notice the absolute weapon he was packing. And I may not have been very experienced, but Iwasn’ta virgin, and he was hard.
He handed me something as he came closer. “Go change, then come to bed. Tosleep.”
