Chapter 14
My harsh eyes instantly find my wife entering back into the reception room after being in the bathroom for far too long.
My patience is already wearing thin with her.
Standing abruptly, I leave my chair and meet her halfway across the room, wrapping a firm arm around her waist and pulling her flush to me, her hands landing on my chest, the outrageous diamond ring on her left finger blinding in the lights.
“Everything alright my love?” I ask. My eyes scour her face, trying to detect a trace of a lie. Annabelle keeps her eyes on me and gives me a plastered smile.
“Everything is wonderful, Ricky. I just needed a moment in the bathroom is all.” She inhales a shaky breath and I can’t help but wonder where her head is at.
Lifting my hand, I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear then place a chaste kiss at the corner of her mouth, leaving my face next to hers for a moment, feeling the skin to skin contact before trailing soft kisses up her jaw line towards her ear.
I couldn’t give a fuck if were in a public place, Annabelle is my fucking wife. My property now.
My mouth hovers over the shell of her ear. “I can’t wait to see your make up running down your face tonight as I fuck your mouth, wife.” She gasps at the crude statement.
“You’re my good little wife, aren’t you?” I say, tightening my grip around her frail waist. She turns her head slightly to face me, her dull blue eyes glazing over as her plump bottom lip trembles slightly.
“Yes Ricky, I am.” Hearing her submit to me sends a rush of blood to my cock, thickening the length in my dress pants.
Fuck. Just the image of my cock driving into her hot mouth, the fat tears falling down her face is enough to make me want to come in my pants, but I won’t, I’ll save it to paint her face with.
I’ve waited eight fucking months to have my way with her and I will be taking whats mine, whether she wants it or not.
Her little virgin cunt will bleed for me.
I’ve given her everything she could ever need, the least she could do is let me skull fuck her pretty face. I deserve it.
Releasing the tight grip I have on her waist, I let her take a step back from my embrace, then she tentatively wraps her arms around her middle to rub her sides, probably to ease the slight pain I know she’s feeling, the pain I’ve caused her, but I can’t help myself, the urge to break her down slowly is too strong.
“Don’t drink too much, I don’t want to have to carry you up to the hotel room.
” I say with a condescending tone. Not giving her the chance to reply, I turn to walk away, leaving her standing there in the middle of the room.
I meet up with Nico at the bar, raising my hand to signal to the bar staff for a whiskey, neat.
Resting my elbows on the wooden top I dip my head, my dirty blonde hair falling forward, roughly I run a hand through the strands to push them back.
The crystal glass of whiskey lands in my vision, the cold condensation droplets racing down the side of the glass.
I wrap my hand around it before throwing my head back, the burning liquid leaving a trail of fire down my throat, coating my insides, once it’s hit my stomach I slam the glass back down on the bar.
“Is the wife giving you grief already, Boss?” I hear Nico say at the side of me, a tinge of humour laces his voice. Turning my body I face my right hand man. My nose itches with the need for another bump of coke.
“Nah. She’s already learning her place like a good little dog.” I say. My mouth formed a malicious grin across my face.
“Does she know about her parents?” Nico asks.
I haven’t told my precious wife about her parents.
There’s no need too. I did what I had to do and I got what I wanted in doing so.
“No. She doesn’t need to know. And she’s too stupid to find out by herself anyway.
” I say whilst running my fingers over my nose.
Nico pauses for a moment, an untraceable mood on his face.
“What is it?” I bite.
“This might be completely out of order for me to say, Boss, and I’ll take the punishment that comes with it but-” he stops, trying to find his words.
“Why claim Annabelle? Why marry her? She’s no ties to anyone important.
And her father was a nobody.” He finishes, the nerves apparent on his face.
I knock a fist on the bar top, getting the staff’s attention once again.
“Double whiskey, neat.” I say through gritted teeth.
The lanky man behind the bar nods once before preparing my drink then quickly places the glass in front of me again.
Grabbing it, my knuckles whitening under the pressure, I shoot the amber liquid once again before slowly placing the crystal back down on the bar.
I inhale a deep breath through my nose before spinning on my heel to face Nico.
“You’re right, Annabelle is nothing. To me, to the world.
She might be nothing but a good fucking lay, but her father tried to fuck me over.
And I don’t appreciate people trying to fuck.
Me. Over. So now her whore of a mother died knowing her father gave Annabelle up to me to save his own ass, and he has to live his pathetic fucking life knowing I own his daughter, In every single way.
She’ll be my good, little obedient wife who sucks my cock dry until her jaw aches, every night. ” I say, my anger coming to a boil.
“Annabelle is nothing without me, and to have that kind of control in the palm of your hands is intoxicating. She’ll never take a step without me saying it’s okay to do so.
She’ll never take a full breath unless I allow her to.
Women are nothing but holes to fuck. My own mother was one, and so is my wife.
” Nico’s face stays stoic, parting his lips to simply say. “Understood Boss.”
With that I turned away from him, slipping through the crowd of guests before finding the men’s bathroom, pushing the heavy door open and leaving it to slam shut behind me. My fists tighten in a death grip at my side.
Since when do people think they can fucking question my decisions?
I kick open the stall door, the wood smacking into the wall, causing the door frame to shake under the force.
I don’t bother to shut it behind me, I’ll kill anyone who comes in here.
Shoving my hand into the inside pocket of my suit I fumble around trying to grab the small bag.
“FUCK!” I try to rein my anger in, the tension rising in my chest. My fingers wrap around the bag of cocaine and I pour a small amount onto the back of the toilet, forming it into a line with my credit card.
Cracking my neck from side to side, I hear the popping of muscles then press my index finger to my nostril before dipping my head to run my nose along the cold porcelain, snorting up the snowy powder then wiping the residue onto my gums. Fuck, that’s good.
My head hits the wall as I stare into the fluorescent lights, feeling my eyelids go heavy before a rapid rush of adrenaline fires through my synapsis.
The buzz of the drugs sends a tingling sensation all over my skin, heating it through my clothes.
I need to wrap this shit show up and fuck my whore of a wife.
Exiting the bathroom, I find myself on a man hunt to locate my wife, scanning the crowd of people in the room with efficiency before landing my heated gaze onto Annabelle.
She really is a pretty little thing. I start across the room, the guests parting before me until I reach Annabelle’s side, and wrap my hand around her upper arm to pull her towards me.
She stumbles slightly in her heels before landing into my arms. Her gaze finds mine, so full of love, it makes me sick.
“Is everything okay? You don’t look too well.” She says, her face contorting into worry. I take a quick sniff up through my nose and run a palm down my face. My blood is on fucking fire.
“I’m fine, I’m fine. I just.. I want you, you know I love you right?
I just want to make love to my fucking wife.
” I don’t understand the words coming out of my mouth, because they aren’t mine.
I’m not capable of loving someone. I know deep down Annabelle deserves to live a life with real love, but I’m too much of an evil bastard to give her up.
I don’t deserve her, but no one else does either.
She wraps her arms around my shoulders, her chin lifting to meet my eyes.
“I love you too. But, Ricky, our guests are still here. We can’t just leave.
Plus, I’ve.. I’ve never done this before, I’m not sure if I’m ready.
” She says, her voice low, her powder blue eyes darting from mine.
I run my hands up her dress, over her arms, to her shoulders before placing my hands on either side of her face, turning her to look at me again.
My fingers are gripping into her soft skin.
“It’s our wedding, my love. If we want to leave, we can.” I say. “I’m your husband, don’t you want me?” I question, my head tilting to the side. I’m manipulating her, I know I am, and I can’t stop.
“Of course I want you. I’m just scared is all.
What if it hurts?” Her fingers start to fidget with the collar of my shirt, her nerves clearly on show.
Removing my hand from her face I rub the pad of my thumb against her pink bottom lip, pushing the soft flesh around, imagining my teeth sinking into it until she cries for me to stop.
Lowering my head, I drop my mouth to the side of her face, breathing in her sweet scent.
“I’ll make you feel good, I promise. You’ll make me such a happy man if you let me have you.
You want to make me happy, don’t you?” I say, planting a soft kiss to the top of her ear and she shudders.
Her slim fingers grip the back of my collar.
She’ll want to do this for me, not for herself.
She’s been groomed to make her husband happy.
She’s so good for me. I trail hot kisses down her jaw line until I meet the white lace material encompassing her slender neck and pull it down slightly to bite the tender skin.
She tries to hold in a moan, but it slips free from her parted mouth.
I push my finger against her soft lips to silence her.
“You’ll only ever moan for me. Not for anyone else to hear.
” I say, keeping my voice low. She nods against my finger like the good girl she is.
“You belong to me, and you’re going to give me what I want, sweetheart.
” The pet name alone is the cutting of the final string that’s keeping her tethered to her virginity.
Her pink lips find mine and brush over each other ever so slightly.
I can smell her minty breath mixed with some fruity wine, invade my senses, the coke I snorted before only adding to the mixture.
She pauses for a moment, contemplating her next move.
“I’ll give you what you want, Ricky.” She whispers against my lips and I quickly snatch her lip in between my teeth like a viper, tasting the copper that’s rising to the surface.
My wife whimpers, a moan mixed with a plea.
She tries to pull away from my bruising grip, and I let the now bruised flesh of her lip bounce back.
I don’t give her a chance to rethink the situation before I wrap my hand around hers and pull her through the crowd.
A few loud whistles, mostly from the men, bounce around the room.
They know exactly what I’m about to do to her.
But they have no idea that she won’t be begging for me to make her come, she’ll be begging for me to stop.