Javier
Chapter 18
Javier
H aving lost Salvatore earlier in the gunfight with Detective Emory and Eric, I realize I need to replace Charlotte’s guard. Seeing her dance and flirt with other men at our wedding pissed me off. I know she got jealous of me dancing with the girls but it’s tradition.
Did I allow them to flirt and touch me just to make her jealous? Absolutely! I want to know if my wife wants me and feels as strongly about me as I do about her. The more I smiled and danced with the other women at the wedding, the more Charlotte flaunted her tits at the men she was dancing with, until it became a contest of who could piss who off more. It was all I could do not to create a mass shooting at my own wedding and kill all the men who danced with her.
While I wait down the hall from the women’s restroom, I see a dark-haired woman go in behind her. The women are in the bathroom for just a few short minutes before I see one exit. Rita looks up and meets my eyes, letting me know she’s done what I asked her to do. She carries herself much more confidently than an average woman, especially one in a room of strangers at a cartel wedding. She’s one of the federal agents that are in my pocket, along with the judges, cops, politicians, and other powerful people I have on my bankroll.
Do I feel guilty for setting my wife up and testing her loyalty? No, I don’t because her betrayal could mean both of our deaths. If she betrays me, I’ll have to kill her. No way will I allow her to leave me, and I don’t want to exist without her. I will put a bullet in both of our heads before I let her walk away.
When my wife comes out of the bathroom a few minutes later, she stomps past me with her head held high. She’s clearly still angry but there’s a flash of guilt in her eyes, too.
Balling my fists, I almost pray for her to choose me instead of betrayal.
Grabbing her hand and pulling her body into mine, I decide it’s time for us to leave.
“Wife, do you want to tell me what you were doing earlier, dancing with those men?” I look at her with a smug grin, loving that she’s jealous. I want her to be as addicted to me as I am to her.
“Is that how this marriage is going to go, Javier? Are you going to flirt and let other women touch you, but get angry when I decide to do the same?”
Jerking her body into my hard one, I circle my fingers around her throat and crash my lips onto hers. “You are mine and I’m going to control everything about you. We are leaving, now.”
“We can’t leave our own wedding early! I want to go back and dance. It looked like you were enjoying the little sluts hanging off you on the dance floor, so let’s go back and dance.”
There’s no talking to a jealous woman who is having a tantrum, so I bend down and throw my wife over my shoulder and carry her out of the reception hall as she smacks my back and screams.
Tossing her into the passenger seat, I lean over and fasten her seat belt before walking to the driver’s side of the car.
After a ride home in silence, I lead my wife up to our bedroom. Once I have her in the room, I close the door, locking it behind us. Walking over to the bed, I throw Charlotte down onto the mattress and watch as she bounces.
“Leave me alone, Javi. I’m not going to stay married to an asshole who allows other women to touch him.”
‘You knew we were going to be dancing with other people, Charlotte. It’s tradition.”
“I don’t give a fuck if it’s tradition. No one else gets to touch what’s mine.”
Unable to help myself, a wide grin stretches across my face. “Oh really? I’m yours, am I?”
“If I belong to you, Javier, then you are mine! Mine! And I won’t tolerate you ever touching another woman.”
Charlotte never gets this upset, even when she caught Eric at Tillie’s house and knew they were sleeping together. The thought that she’s so possessive and jealous over me does something to my heart. As I reach up and rub the ache in my chest, I realize I’m going to need to restrain my girl. She’s pissed and I fucking love it.
I love this woman. She’s mine, and I’m going to show her exactly who she belongs to.
Turning to my dresser drawers, I reach in and grab some ties. Slowly, I string my girl up spread eagle, tying each wrist to the headboard, then moving to restrain her ankles.
“Javier, let me go. What the fuck are you doing?”
“I’m showing you just how much I belong to you and only you, La Reina!”
Reaching up to the top of her wedding dress, I grab ahold and rip it from her chest, then all the way off her body so that she’s lying on top of it. A twenty-thousand-dollar dress is lying in tatters under my wife’s ass and it’s going to be covered in our juices by the time the night’s over. I don’t give a single fuck about the cost and love the way she looks lying on top of it.
Charlotte is wearing a white lacy bra and panties set that makes her look like the perfect, virginal bride.
Sliding a knife from my pocket, I slice through the straps of her bra, leaving the panties in place for now. After taking my own clothes off, I climb onto the bed, hovering over my beautiful bride who is so angry her face is beet red. I hold her throat tightly as I kiss her roughly.
“You are the only woman that I ever want touching me,” I declare.
Reaching down, I grab her panties and slide them to the side. She’s already wet for me, and I don’t hold back, roughly ramming my steel-hard cock inside her tight pussy. The shock of the impact makes Charlotte gasp, then moan as her pussy flutters around my dick.
Fucking in and out of her with the friction of her panties rubbing against us just adds to the sensation. “The fact that I couldn’t wait to be inside of you until you were undressed should be enough to show you, I need you, only you, my beautiful Carino.”
Whimpers and groans escape Charlotte as she tries to hold back from letting me know how much she’s enjoying being fucked hard.
“Did you think I was going to let you get away with grinding your ass against all of those men at our wedding?”
“I will do whatever I want with whomever I want,” she grits out defiantly, straining against the ties that bind her wrists.
Pulling my cock out of her and withholding the pleasure from both of us is one of the hardest things I’ve ever done but my sweet girl needs to be taught a lesson.
Charlotte responds with a frustrated grunt. “Why are you stopping?”
“You are going to learn that if you want to come you will submit to me. You are mine, and only mine. If I ever see you touch another man, I will rip them to shreds and fuck you in a puddle of their blood. I don’t care how many people are watching.”