Chapter 26
A fter the heartbreak of yesterday, witnessing Owen and Cora's love was almost bittersweet. Knowing they are on cloud nine while Lily pairs up with Matt, forced into a facade, makes me wish I could switch places with her. They stand at the altar facing each other, a cruel reminder that it can never be them—a truth I know would devastate Cora if she knew, which is exactly why I agreed to stay silent. The last thing I want is to spoil her big day.
But as I watch Lily's heartbreak manifest across her features during Owen and Cora's ceremony, I find myself grinding my molars behind a forced smile.
As they are proclaimed husband and wife and Owen kisses her senselessly amid the cheers of their guests—with Cole's cheer the loudest until Liam cuffs him around the ear—my heart breaks a little more for Lily. Thankfully, as soon as the photos are done, Matt heads to the bar, allowing Lily to escape to her seat.
At the head table, Logan leans in and whispers, "Is this giving you deja vu, or is it just me?"
"Oh, big time. It's weird sitting up here again but from this side," I muse as I watch Cora and Owen sway on the dance floor with April between them, embodying the perfect family. After everything they fought through last year, seeing her happy ending unfold brings me close to tears. They fought tooth and nail for this, and God help anyone who tries to disrupt their happiness.
"Is it weird being back here? Now that you're officially part of the Clan?" he asks, his arm draped over the back of my chair, fingers playing with the strap of my champagne dress.
"I’ll always be a Four Points girl at heart, so no, but it is nice seeing my parents again and the girls," I reply with a smile, observing the lively scene around us. Cole twirls one of the Dixey twins around as she giggles; meanwhile, Matt has the other twin on his shoulders, playing the fool. Lily and a few other daughters form a circle, drinks in hand, belting out a Taylor Swift song as if expelling their hurt. My dad and his friends laugh over whiskey, while my mom dances with Jonathan, chatting away. The sight before me radiates the love and sense of belonging that drew me to this organisation. I miss that feeling more than I expected.
"Hmm, fair enough. I do hope eventually you can view the compound as your new home, you know."
"I’m working on it. That place needs one hell of a shake-up, you know that right?" I raise an eyebrow at him, giving him my full attention.
"I do. Why do you think I’m working fourteen-hour days half the time?" He returns the look before changing the subject. "On a lighter note, do you know the only thing I regret about our wedding?"
"Hmm?" His gaze holds a promise that stirs a heat within me.
"We never got to enjoy the bridal suite," he says, his voice thick with implication.
"What ever shall we do about that," I tease back flirtatiously, and before I can blink, he’s thrown me over his shoulder, delivering a sharp slap to my ass as he whisks us away from the room, much to everyone’s amusement.
Once in the elevator, he sets me down but immediately boxes me in against the wall, whispering a dark promise.
"You have been such a fucking tease since day one. I’m about to show you what happens to bad girls who tease a man one too many times."
Then he crushes his mouth against mine in a fierce kiss that’s all teeth and tongue. He dominates completely, one hand tangled in my hair, tilting my head to grant him better access to my neck, which he marks greedily while his other hand grips my rear.
The elevator dings, alerting us to our floor, and with his grip on my rear, he lifts me, legs circling his waist, as he carries me to our room. The moment the door shuts, he pins me against it for another searing kiss before slipping the straps of my dress down to kiss my exposed chest, all while grinding into me.
I claw at his back, arching into his heat, as he growls, "Be a good girl, and I’ll reward you after I punish you. But if you’re an impatient brat, there will be no reward for you tonight."
With a nip to my lip and a final squeeze, he releases me before my eyes can roll back. The intensity of his desire sends shivers down my spine, and despite the degradation, it ignites something wild within me.
He carries me from the door to the bed, setting me down gently. Standing at its foot, he slowly removes his tie, rolling up his sleeves, then uses the tie to bind my wrists, his actions sending my pulse racing. The thought of him having complete control over me as I lay helpless on the bed is intoxicating.
“I’ve been dreaming of this ever since you flashed that sweet ass on our wedding night. Did you have any idea how much control it took not to spank you then and there for being such a cock tease?” He slowly unthreads his belt, his eyes pinning me in place as he approaches.
“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to tease you.”
“Of course you don’t. You’re just a good girl, unaware of the effect you have on depraved men like me, aren’t you? But still. You’ve been flaunting that ass at me from day one, and I think it’s time you get the spanking you’ve more than earned. If you’re a good girl and take it for me, I’ll reward that needy pussy of yours after. But if you aren’t... well then, I guess only one of us is coming tonight.” With that, he flips me over, pushes up the skirt of my dress, and yanks down my panties in one fluid motion.
Before I’ve even processed his words, I’m lying there, bare ass exposed to him as he prepares to deliver my punishment. He kneads the flesh of my bare ass, his hands firm as he continues his spiral of filthy talk, building my anticipation and fear simultaneously. Then, he begins, delivering a sharp slap to my ass, the sudden sting shocking me into alertness.
"Once I turn this sweet ass the same colour as your hair, I'm going to make sure your pussy is dripping for me. Then, I'm going to eat you out until you come all over my face. And only then, once you're desperate for me, will I fuck you like the dirty little slut you are. Because you are my dirty little slut, aren't you? Just gagging for my cock. And once I've filled you up with my cum and marked you as mine, I'm going to kiss it better. Because that sweet cunt is going to bleed for me, isn't it? You're going to make my cock red with your virgin blood, and for that gift, I'm going to lick your pussy better after I hurt it."
With a final slap, he gets off the bed, leaving me with my ass exposed and tingling from his touch. He then manoeuvres me so I'm bent over the foot of the bed, my body aching with a mix of fear and desire. His legs bracket mine, his presence looming over me as he murmurs, "Do you want that, hmm?"
"Please, Lo, I need you," I whimper, pressing my ass back against him, longing for his touch, only for him to pull away with a caress to my back and a dark chuckle. The room falls silent for a second before the crack of his hand against my ass startles me, and heat floods through my body, settling in my core.
He delivers five more quick, sharp blows with his hand, warming me up for what’s next. Then, with the first crack of his belt across the globes of my ass, I have to bite my cheek to hold in a gasp of pain. His hand was nothing compared to the belt, and I can't believe he thinks I'm warmed up enough for this.
But then the pain shifts, blending into a pleasure so intense that my eyes roll back as he continues to strike me. I let out a moan, fully immersed now as he lets the belt drop to the floor. Then, with a thud, he drops to his knees behind me. The contrast between the fiery pain in my ass and the cool flick of his tongue against my clit sends me tumbling over the edge before he's even begun in earnest.
"Oh no you don't. It's not over that easy," he growls against me, his grip tightening on my ass as he thrusts two fingers into me, his teeth nipping at my clit before soothing the sting with hot, open-mouthed kisses. As he thrusts inside me, hitting just the right spot, and works my clit as if it belongs to him, I climb higher until a quick slap to my already tender ass sends me hurtling over the edge on a cry of his name so loud I wouldn’t be surprised if it echoed down the hall.
Still lying there, face down on the sheets with my ass in the air, trying to catch my breath, he lifts me gently, moving me to the middle of the bed. Once he's tied my wrists to the headboard, he claims my mouth again with a moan, the taste of myself on his lips intoxicating. I could kiss him like this all day if it weren’t for the building ache inside me with every moment he makes me wait.
"Please Logan, I need you," I beg, trying to thrust my hips up to meet his, uncaring of the dark fabric of his pants getting stained with my wetness.
"You can do better than that. If you need me so bad, tell me exactly what your needy cunt needs, and I’ll see if I can help you," he teases, slowly starting to undo his shirt as he watches me with a smug smirk. He wears that look well.
"I want what you promised me, Viking. I want you to claim my pussy as yours. I want it to hurt so you know you’re the only one for me. I want to be yours in every sense of the word. I want to feel your cock stretching me open, please—"
I'm cut off when he climbs back onto the bed and slams into me in one brutal thrust, tearing a scream from me. It burns as he splits me open, forcing me to accommodate his size. My back arches, my toes curl as I meet his thrusts halfway.
"That’s a good girl. Listen to how wet you are for me. You needed this, didn’t you?"
"So fucking much, you're so big I can’t..."
"Yes, you can. Your pussy was made for me. I'm going to mould it to my shape. You’ll be taking me morning and night from now on," he declares with each furious thrust, his grip on my throat and his piercing gaze forcing my eyes back into my head. He hikes one of my legs over his shoulder, and the new angle makes me cry out as I climax all over his cock.
The piercings on his cock hit all the right spots, overwhelming me as I arch my back, hands clenched into fists. Before I can ask to touch him, he's jerking inside me, and with a final deep thrust, he fills me up with his cum.
"That's my good fucking girl. Look how much you made me spill," he breathes out, his words washing over me as he pulls free. Then, settling between my thighs, he makes good on his promise to kiss my pussy better, soothing every inch of me with his tongue and kisses until I'm whining for him to stop.
"You’re going to give me one more, then we're taking a bath together, okay, Princess? Can you do that for me?" His gentle words contrast sharply with the raw intensity of earlier, and I nod, overwhelmed by the blend of tenderness and dominance.
With that, he coaxes another climax from me with gentle licks of his tongue as he twists my nipples, the taboo of his taste mingling with all the sensations pushing me over the edge again.
"That was—"
"Fucking phenomenal. I’m gonna run us a bath; you just wait here, and I’ll be back, okay?" With a gentle kiss to my forehead, he frees my wrists before heading into the bathroom to prepare a hot, steamy bath, leaving me breathless and aching for more.