Chapter 14
Like most girls, I’d spent more time than I cared to admit dreamingabout my wedding. I’d always pictured a big white wedding with Liam waiting at the altar, our friends and family watching on as we made a promise to spend the rest of our lives together.
I never imagined for one second that I would be getting married withan audience of two, in a hotel in Las Vegas, to a man who hadn’t given me any other choice but to marry him.
At least my wedding dress was how I’d pictured it to be. Ididn’t know if Nash was the one to choose the dress, or how he even knew what kind of style I liked, but he’d aced it.
Reciting my vows, I felt like I was betraying myself. How could Ipromise to love and cherish a man who had blackmailed me into this situation?
Yet, as I uttered the words, declaring ‘I do’ when asked if I took Nashto be my lawfully wedded husband, and when I slid the ring onto his finger, I told myself that I just needed to get through this. Play along with whatever he wanted until I was ready to strike.
Nash wanted to play a game with my life, and hell, I was going toplay. But there was only going to be one winner.
Me.
The ceremony didn’t last long, and as we signed the register, alongwith Fox as our witness, I tried to ignore the ring now present on my finger. It was a delicate white platinum band, with two rows of tiny diamonds, and was just tight enough for me to know it would be impossible to remove.
I couldn’t deny how gorgeous it was though, and while I was prettysure Nash didn’t know me all that well, he’d somehow perfected the ring as well as the dress.
“Well ladies and gentlemen,” the officiant said after we had signedthe register and were back under the arch. The way he spoke, it was as if he was addressing a room full of people instead of the four of us, one of whom I had no clue who she was. “It’s my great pleasure to announce you as man and wife. Mr. Carson, you may kiss your bride.”
Nervous anticipation shot through me the second he said thosewords, and Nash’s heated gaze fell first to my mouth before meeting my eyes.
I told myself I didn’t want him to kiss me, yet deep down, I knew that was a lie. I’d wanted to know what it was like to kiss Nash Carson from the very first moment I met him.
Regardless of whether I wanted to kiss him or not, my feet wererooted to the floor as Nash took a small step closer. My heart began to pound wildly as he reached up and cupped my cheek, his palm cool and soft against my heated skin.
Slowly, as if he was giving me time to back away, Nash leanedforward, his eyes never breaking away from my stare until his lips brushed delicately against mine. The second our lips touched, everything around us faded into nothingness.
It was just me and Nash.
His other hand came up to cup my other cheek, and as he did, hetilted my head back. Without permission, my mouth opened, and Nash took full advantage. His tongue swept inside, finding my tongue before dancing a slow and sensual dance, and I couldn’t help but enjoy every second of it.
My head began to swim with the intoxicating scent of Nash. He tastedexactly as I thought he would.
Sin.
Nash was one heck of a kisser. Every kiss I’d ever shared with Liampaled into insignificance with how Nash kissed me. It was as if until this moment, I’d spent my life going through the motions, but his kiss was now breathing life into me.
As he deepened our kiss with his grip on my cheeks becoming firmer,a deep longing grew between my thighs, and when my legs turned to jelly, I grabbed hold of Nash’s jacket.
His hands moved from my face to my waist, steadying me. He pulledmy hips forward, the bulge in his pants undeniable, and I’d be lying if I said knowing how hard he was didn’t make me want him all the more.
As Nash pulled away and my eyes fluttered open, realitycrashed around me, and the room returned to focus. Lust mixed with helplessness as my core throbbed with need, leaving me confused. I wanted to hate Nash; he deserved nothing but my wrath, and yet, I couldn’t deny the attraction I felt towards him.
“So, are we celebrating?” Fox said, clapping his hands together andrubbing them as the officiant scurried away with the paperwork we’d signed.
“I’m afraid you and Sherry will have to celebrate without us,” Nashsaid, nodding to the woman who had now joined us. She was an older-looking woman, maybe in her mid-fifties, and I briefly wondered if she was Nash’s mom.
Before I could ask who she was, Nash released my hips to brush afinger over my cheek, sending a shiver through my body, which only intensified when he said the next words.
“I plan to spend some time with my wife. Alone.”
An ominous feeling had been growing in my belly from the minuteNash said he planned on spending time alone with his wife.
Me.
That feeling only deepened when he closed the door to our suite,instructing Fabien, our friendly concierge, that we were not to be disturbed for the rest of the night.
Closing the door on Fabien, Nash turned, and his heated gazeraked over my body as I stood awkwardly in my wedding dress, not knowing what the hell to do.
Was Nash thinking we were going to consummate our marriage?
Holy hell.
Did I want to consummate our marriage?
No.
Maybe.
Nash prowled toward me, undoing his bow tie, and discarding iton the table. My hands fidgeted nervously together, and I looked anywhere but at him, unable to stand the intense desire burning in his eyes.
Reaching me, he nudged my chin with his thumb andforefinger, bringing my eyes to his.
“You’re fucking beautiful,”he said softly. Despite repeating in my head time and time againthatI needed to not fall for his charms, I couldn’t help but bask in his words.
Nash could have had anyone in the world, yet here I was, his wife.Even if the circumstances were somewhat…peculiar.
Still cupping my chin, Nash lowered his mouth, his lips tenderlycaressing mine.Somewhere in my head, something told me to not let him kiss me again because I knew that every time I felt his mouth on me, I would lose a little part of myself to him.
“Come with me,” he said, pulling away, and taking my hand.
Dazed, I let him lead me through the enormous suite to the bedroom,but upon seeing the bed scattered with the same rose petals that had been scattered along the aisle I’d walked down, I snapped out of the daze.
“I suppose you’ll be telling me to get to my knees again,” I said,bitterness lacing my tone as I yanked my hand out of his grasp.
It shouldn’t have come as a surprise that Nash would be expectingsex now that we were married, but I’d been too preoccupied with coming to terms with the unexpected wedding to consider what came next.
Was this what my life would be now? Nash’s personal sex toy,making me get to my knees whenever he damn well pleased?
His lips tugged up at one side into a conceited grin as he closed thegap between us. Expecting him to tell me to do exactly that, get to my knees, and suck his cock, I didn’t know what to think when he stepped behind me, and gripped my hips, pulling my back flush against his broad chest.
“No, sweetheart, I won’t be telling you to get to your knees,” he whispered, his warm breath caressing the shell of my ear. “I’ll never order you to your knees again. In fact, the next time my cock is in your mouth, it’ll be because you willingly got to your knees and begged me to fuck your throat.”
His voice was low and husky, sending a shiver of lust coursingthrough me, even though I wanted to tell him there was no fucking chance of me begging him for anything, let alone that.
But when his mouth moved from my ear, and his lips began to traildown my neck laying delicate kisses, my brain short-circuited, and words were non-existent.
As Nash’s warm tongue glided over my skin, desire pooled in my core,especiallywhen his hard length pressed against my ass. I should have tried harder to stop what wasinevitablygoing to happen, protested when he leisurely peeled open the zipper holding my dress together, but I didn’t.
I didn’t want to admit it, but I wanted Nash.
I wanted him so damn much.
Once he’d pulled the zipper down, Nash’s hands slid upthe bare skin of my back until he reached my bra clasp. He made quick work of undoing it, before pulling the strapless bra out from the dress and chucking it to one side. His hands moved to my shoulders, where he carefully tugged the sleeves of my dress down my arms.
Goosebumps erupted over my skin as it became exposed, and mynipples hardened, but it wasn’t from being cold. On the contrary, every inch of me from head to toe was on fire, and I didn’t think even a bucket of ice water would cool me down.
Taking my hand, Nash helped me step out of the dress. I kicked myshoes off, and was left standing in nothing but the white lacy panties I’d found with the shoes and makeup he’d left in our room.
I’d been in two minds about putting the lacy underwear on, notwanting to give Nash the wrong idea, but the alternative was wearing the same underwear I’d been wearing since leaving home the morning before.
For some reason, that seemed worse than wearing the sexy lingeriegifted to me by my then future husband.
Once he’d draped my dress over a chair, Nash came to stand in frontof me, his gaze roaming appreciatively over my semi-naked body. Taking another step closer, I swallowed apprehensively as he hooked his fingers into the sides of my panties, and as he lowered them down my legs, he crouched down so he was eye level with my pussy.
When he lowered my panties to the floor, I stepped out of them,and my eyes widened in horror as Nash held the lacy material to his nose and inhaled deeply.
He squeezed his eyes closed, and a look of peace crossed his face. Itwasas if he’d justsmelledthe scent of a thousand roses.
My horror at witnessing him sniffing my panties changed into something else. Something thatfeltvery much like pride at how my scentcouldcause a powerful man like Nash to react in that way.
When Nash opened his eyes again, my breath hitched at the intensity now blazing in them. He threw my panties down on top of my bra before standing, and as he did, his tongue darted out to wet his lips, his stare fixed on the hair covering my pussy.
My cheeks heated with embarrassment. I was usually well groomeddown there, having regular waxes to get rid of all but a thin line of hair. But in the last few months, visiting the spa was a luxury I couldn’t afford.
I’d made do with trimming it with a pair of nail scissors so it wasn’t completely out of control, yet it was nowhere near as tidy as I would have liked it to be.
“I, erm, I don’t normally have hair…” I stuttered, trailing off when Nash’ssilvery-gray orbs shot to my red face.
“You are simply exquisite, Savannah,” he said, awe in his voice. Hereached out to cup my cheek, adoration shining in his eyes. “I couldn’t give a fuck if you have no hair, or a full bush, sweetheart. Every inch of you is sheer perfection, and now I get to admire this view every fucking day.”
Once again, I lost the ability to speak. I’d never particularly felt sexy inmy body, my stomach wasn’t flat, my hips were too wide, and my ass wobbled a little too much.
Liam rarely paid me compliments, and when he did, it tended to bebecause he wanted sex. But the way Nash spoke, along with the way his eyes burned with desire, I felt like the most beautiful woman in the world.
I felt wanted.
As Nash leaned in to kiss me, a battle commenced in my head. Iwanted to resist him, needed to resist the way he was making me feel if I eventually wanted to walk away with my freedom, but how could I when temptation felt so damn good?
Nash stepped back, holding my eye as he unhurriedly unbuttonedhis shirt, revealing his sculpted body covered in black ink of various designs.
Distracted by the swirling patterns covering his entire torso, and his muscular form, I didn’t notice his hands move to undo his pants until he slid them off, along with his boxer briefs, his erection standing long and proud.
My mouth watered at the sight, remembering what it was like to havehim in my mouth, and suddenly, I wasn’t as confident in my belief that I’d never beg him to fuck my throat.
“Keep looking at me like that, sweetheart, and I might break mypromise to never order you to your knees again,” he said as if he was reading my mind.
The next second, his lips were on mine, and his tongue plunged in ashe claimed my mouth. One hand moved to cup the back of my head, holding me in place as he dominated my mouth, the other hand reaching around to squeeze my ass cheek. His touch was intoxicating, and I craved more, despite the battle now fully raging in my head.
“On the bed,” Nash ordered when he pulled his mouth from mine. Mybody didn’t consider not following his command as I took several steps toward the bed and climbed on it, before scooting back.
Nash watched my every move intently, his hand gripping his shaft,and pre-cum glistening on his crown. But like the devil was sitting on my shoulder, my head decided to replay the images of the pictures I’d seen of Nash with beautiful women. Women who had tiny waists, fake boobs, and firm asses. Women who were miles away from me.
Feeling inadequate, I brought my knees to my chest, hoping to covermy body, and earning a disapproving scowl from him.
“You’re hiding from me,” Nash stated, his hand pausing from wherehe had started stroking his length, his eyes narrowing on me. “I never want you to hide from me, Savannah, and if I have to spend every day of the rest of my life showing you how fucking much I want you, then I will. Now let me see you. Let me see how beautiful my wife is.”
My heart skipped several beats, and I found myself wanting to believehim. Wanting to be brave, and let him see me for everything I was.
Tentatively, I lowered my legs.
“Good girl,” he drawled, his eyes darkening again. “Now, spread yourlegs, sweetheart. Show me what belongs to me.”
I hated the authority in his tone, but I hated myself more for obeying so willingly.
As I opened my legs, Nash cursed under his breath as his eyesfixed on my exposed pussy, and once again his hand started moving up and down his shaft.
My heart sank a little as the memory of Trent flashed in my mind, andhow he’d built me up, only to finish before I’d even begun.
I desperately wanted to know what it would be like to feel Nash inside my throbbing pussy,yet a little part wondered if Nash was all mouth like Trent, and I’d finish disappointed and frustrated.
As if reading my mind, Nash released his length and prowled towardthe bed, wicked intent gleaming in his eyes.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m not a two-pump-chump like McAllister. Ipromise you’ll be screaming my name more than once tonight.”
Without a second thought, Nash grabbed my ankles and pulled medown the bed, making me gasp and instantly forget the name he’d just spoken.
I propped myself up on my elbows, watching as he lowered himselfbetween my spread legs. He placed a delicate kiss on one thigh, before crossing to the other and doing the same. When his tongue crept out and began gliding up my thigh toward my core, the battle in my head was over.
My body had won.
I was going to let Nash do whatever the hell he wanted to me.
“You smell like fucking heaven, sweet Savannah,” Nash said, taking adeep breath as his nose nuzzled my pussy.
I didn’t have time to be embarrassed. When his warm tongue lickedthe length of my slit, I couldn’t stop the groan from leaving me.
From between my legs, Nash peered up, and as he held my eye, he licked again, only this time when his tongue hit my clit, he lapped at it several times, making my head fall back onto the pillow.
“Fucking hell, sweetheart,” Nash said between lashes of his tongue.“You taste like heaven too. Pure fucking perfection.”
His lips latched onto my clit, and he sucked it hard into his mouth.“Nash!” I cried, already feeling sensitive from where he’d run his tongue over me.
Nash moved his hand between us, and using two fingers, he spread mypussy lips to give him better access to my clit. He lapped away, flicking his tongue over and over, and I couldn’t stop my hips from grinding against his face, his rough stubble grating against the soft skin of my thighs.
My core clenched deliciously, and it was on the tip of my tongue tobeg him to shove his fingers in me while his mouth worked my clit, but the only sounds that could escape me were moans of pure pleasure.
As Nash continued to torment me, my hands fisted the pillow abovemy head, and coherent thought was non-existent. All I could focus on was the intense orgasm building from the way he licked, sucked, and nipped at my sensitive bud, driving me wild while my core was still desperate for attention.
Like being struck by a freight train, my orgasm hit, andmy back bowed off the bed as I cried his name. I squeezed my eyes closed as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me, and my body shuddered when Nash blew a warm breath over my slick pussy.
“I could get used to hearing you scream my name,” Nash growledfrom between my legs.
“That’s the first time that’s happened,” I whispered, my voice hoarse.
My brain was in a state of post-orgasmic bliss, so the words I’d justsaid didn’t register until I felt Nash sit up between my legs with a triumphant grin on his face.
“That’s the first time you’ve ever orgasmed?” he said, his brow quirked with curiosity.
“No, Christ no,” I said quickly, wanting to clarify. “But it’s the first timea man has made me come using only their mouth. In fact, it’s the first time a man has made me come at all.” I hated admitting it, especially when the cocky grin spread wider on his face, but it was the truth.
“Well then, I best give you another one,” Nash said, moving to lieback between my legs again.
His mouth latched onto my clit again before I could protest, sendingsharp shocks of pleasure mixed with pain through my body. His tongue started twirling around, and my instinct was to push him away. My clit was far too sensitive, almost to the point it was unbearable, but Nash was relentless with his tongue lashes, and within seconds another orgasm began to build.
When Nash finally inserted two fingers into my dripping core, andcurled them, an intense feeling I’d never experienced before took over. It suddenly felt like I was going to lose control of my bladder, and embarrassment coursed through me as I realized I was going to wet myself in front of Nash.
No, not in front of him.
On him.
“Nash, wait,” I panted, my hands flying to his hair to push him away. I tried to wiggle out from under him, but his large hand pressed down on my belly, preventing me from moving and adding more pressure to my core.
Nash didn’t listen to my protests, instead, he kept punishing my clit,sending me into a frenzy of trying to get away from him, but not having the strength to move thanks to my entire body now turning to jelly.
He pumped his fingers in a few more times, curling them each timeand hitting the spot inside me that only sex toys had managed to hit. A pressure so powerful it felt like I had a ton of weights pushing down on me took over, making the feeling like I needed to pee grow stronger.
This time, when the orgasm hit, I screamed his name, and warmthgushed from between my legs.
“Fuck me,” Nash drawled, his tone full of astonishment.
My hands shot to my face, covering the blush creeping on my cheeksand onto my chest. Tears pricked my eyes from the embarrassment consuming me.
“I’m sorry,” I choked, refusing to look at him. But I’d forgotten howstrong Nash was, and when he shifted to hover over me, I couldn’t stop him from gently prising my hands away.
“What are you sorry for, Savannah?” he asked, a mix of amusementand concern written over his face, his chin glistening from my release.
“I just…I couldn’t stop it,” I said, yanking my hand out of his graspand covering my face again. I wanted to run from the bed and lock myself away in the bathroom so I didn’t have to face him, but my legs were still like jelly, refusing to cooperate.
A short pause passed between us, and in those seconds I wanted theground to open me up and swallow me whole. What the hell was wrong with me? Surely it wasn’t normal for a woman to pee themselves during sex?
“Sweetheart, you didn’t wet yourself if that’s what you think?” he saidwith a chuckle.
I dropped my hands and stared at him, not knowing if he was beingtruthful or whether he was trying to spare my dignity. “I didn’t?”
“No, sweetheart, you didn’t. You squirted,” Nash said, making mybrows shoot up in shock.
I’d heard of women squirting, but it certainly wasn’t something I’d everexperienced before, and it was something I didn’t even know could happen to me.
Nash lay down on his back and pulled me into his arms, beforeplacing a kiss on the top of my head. In my state of shock and bewilderment, I didn’t protest.
“If this is how our sex life is going to be, I think we will both be veryhappy,” Nash said.
I didn’t want to, but I found myself agreeing with him.