12. Rufino
CHAPTER TWELVE
Rufino
T he hesitation in her eyes sparks anger inside me.
I don’t think she understands that I’m not giving her a choice in the matter. She will marry me.
She will be mine.
“You are marrying me, Verity. This is the only way for us to be together. Now, do you trust me or not?” I snap at her, not wanting to, but losing my patience. It was hard enough to get her away from those guards and now she wants to toy with me.
“I trust you.” She whispers, biting her lip and sending a bolt of desire through my body. The nervous expression in her eyes turns me on. It makes me want to rip her clothes off and take her right here.
“Good. Then do as I say and be a good girl.” I take her hand and she follows, tipsy and swaying behind me into the reception area.
“We’re ready.” I tell the woman behind the desk.
“Aright, just go through there.” She points to a big wooden door which is currently being pushed open from the other side.
“Wait. Stop.” Verity shouts in horror.
I growl as I turn towards her, ready to throw her over my shoulder and carry her to the alter.
“Verity, I told you to be a good girl.” I warn her.
“I need a veil .” She says her eyes wide with serious concern.
“Oh.” I say, looking around.
A drunk couple stumbles through the now open doors and into the reception area.
“Where am I going to get a veil ?” Verity ask again, sounding even more worried.
The bride of the other couple comes stumbling over to Verity. “Do you want to borrow mine, sweetie?” She slurs her words, hanging onto Verity, giggling as she pulls the sheer white lace loose from her own hair.
“Oh, yes, please . Thank you so much.” Verity helps her unclip her veil and between the two of them they pin in into Verity’s hair.
I grin as I watch her, not able to believe that she is about to become my wife.
When she turns towards me again she is smiling, the veil is sitting to the left. I reach out and straighten it, nodding with satisfaction. “You are beautiful, Verity.”
“I know.” She says with all the sass I am accustomed to from her.
We walk through the wooden doors together - into a tiny, but very elegant church. The priest greets us with a warm welcome and encourages us to step up to the alter.
My eyes are on her the entire time he is talking.
She looks like an angel.
Those dark red lips and glittering blue eyes, the white dress hugging her waist and tight over her hips. My heart is thrumming a steady beat of excitement at the thought of owning her.
She is about to belong to me in such a meaningful way that she can never leave me.
She will be mine.
Even her father won’t have a right to send her away.
No one will have a right to touch my wife.
My wife.
Not a person in the world will question our love for each other.
“Do you, Rufino Vece, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?”
“I do.” My stomach tightens with anticipation.
“Do you, Verity A’Vara, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
She grins, her eyes shining up at me. “I do.” She says.
“Well, then there is nothing else to do but this - I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.”
Without wasting a second I step forward, wrap my arms around her and dip her backwards - sealing our words with a passionate kiss.
If the priest wasn’t watching us, I would have bent her over the wooden benches and fucked her right here.
She is mine .
I own her.
“Mr. And Mrs. Vece.” the priest says, trying to call for our attention.
I pull her back to her feet, ending the kiss.
The priest gestures for us to leave the church. He’s ready for his next couple. His next Vegas wedding.
And I am ready to take my wife somewhere more private.
In the reception area Verity runs over to the other bride and hands her veil back to her. “Thank you so much.” She hugs her tightly, almost causing both of them to fall over, then she runs back to me.
“Now what, husband ?” She giggles, brushing her hand up my chest.
“Now - we celebrate, of course, Mrs. Vece.” I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder, carrying her, laughing and screaming, out of the chapel back to my car.
We don’t have to drive far at all before I spot a motel.
Those generic bright neon lights, with flashing pink lips and green handcuffs on the side of the building, confirm that it is exactly the type of place I’m looking for.
Somewhere where no one will think to search for us.
Verity is already opening her door when I get there but before she can climb out of the car, I hoist her back over my shoulder.
The sound of her laughter makes me smile.
A smile crept across my face as I realized the level of privacy was even higher than expected.
There isn’t even a receptionist.
Verity wiggles so much trying to see what’s going on that I set her down in front of me, wrapping my arm around her waist so that we are both facing the computer screen.
All I have to do is select the themed room I want, swipe my credit card, and the key falls into a tray beneath the screen.
It should be that simple. I was just going to select the first available option. But the idea of choosing the best room suddenly excited Verity.
She flicks through the options, some making us laugh, some making us questions humans as a species.
“Cowboy theme, tentacle monsters, a rose garden, mermaids, jungle fever, Elvis.” she keeps scrolling through a seemingly endless list of images until she gasps in delight.
She scrolls one back and clicks to accept the bondage room.
A girl after my own heart. The more I learn about her the more I fall in love.
I swipe my bank card and as promised the key card for our room falls into the tray like a vending machine.
Verity grabs it and tries to bolt away, but I’m too quick. Looping my arm around her waist I lift her up against my side as though she was a rag doll. She goes limp, thinking it might make her harder to carry, but she weights nothing to me.
Upon pushing the door of our motel open, we are greeted with a dark room, black walls, and dark silk bedding. There are handcuffs on the walls and hidden red neon lights that give the space an ominous glow.
Verity laughs when I set her down. She runs over to the bed to bend over it. Being cheeky, she wiggles her ass at me. Teasing me. Not knowing that I am already on the verge of tearing her apart.
I’ve been so fucking hot for her since she said I do and became my wife that I almost pulled the car over and had my way with her in the back seat.
I close the door and latch it behind me.
Then I turn to watch her. She’s still bent over with her back towards me.
Unbuttoning my shirt and tugging it off my shoulders I admire her while she switches from wiggling her ass to sliding her dress up over her hips and running her hands up the inside of her thighs.
Mine. I think to myself.
My cock is so fuck hard against my pants its aching.
I slide my belt free and snap it in my hands.
She gasps and stands up to glare at me.
When she sees what I’m holding she grins.
“Bend over.” I demand, kicking my pants off.
Her eyes drift down to my cock. She licks her lips.
With slight hesitation she does as she’s told and bends over the bed again.
I don’t give her a chance to change her mind.
Flicking the leather belt I let it lick across her ass cheeks.
Not hard, but hard enough to leave a beautiful red streak on her creamy, smooth skin.
She squeals and spins around with defiance in her eyes.
But I’m on top of her before she can say a word, pushing her onto the bed I grab her legs and drag them apart. Her shoes fall off as she wiggles and tries to escape my grasp.
Her eyes shine with happiness, mirroring my enjoyment.
To my surprise she manages so land a kick against my ribs and slip free of me, moving up towards the top of the bed with a mischievous laugh.
“Naughty girl.” I growl, standing on the mattress, grabbing her around the throat and lifting her up against the wall.
My eyes grow dark with satisfaction when I spot the rope hanging from a deadbolt in the wall.
“No - wait.” Verity stammers as I grab her wrists and twist the cord around them - she is bound to the wall. And she is all mine.
I spin her around so that her back is facing me.
“You wanted to taunt me with that gorgeous ass of yours, now I am going to take you from behind.” I growl against her ear as I push my body against hers, pinning her to the wall.
She pushes her ass out, rubbing it over my cock.
My cock throbs harder and I can’t stand another second of this.
Slipping my hands around her lace panties I rip them off with one hard tug. I kick her legs apart and thrust my cock into her tight, pink, beautiful little pussy. My pussy. Every part of her belongs to me.
She squeals in delight and collapses against me, her legs almost giving way.
Wrapping my arm around her waist I hold her steady so that I can fuck her as hard as I want to fuck her.
Slamming into her I bury myself deep inside her over and over again.
I can see the rope cutting into her skin and I love the sight of it. Her delicate fingers wrapped around the braided cord and her wedding ring glinting pink in the red light.
She is bound to me .
Forever.
I’ll never let her leave me.