40. Astor
CHAPTER FORTY
ASTOR
S he’s challenging me. She knows I’ll do it, so I’m not sure why she’s pressing to see if I’m bluffing it. I’m on her in a second and I hope to fuck everyone is too busy to notice I’m gone. I had to sneak away when they were toasting to me, I’m sure Justin covered for me. And I’m sure Caroline wasted no time telling him how he failed at his one job of keeping me away from Alessia. A job that even he knew better than to attempt to do.
“Messing with fire, little devil.”
“Then burn me,” she says, pushing her chin up and walking backwards towards the balcony. I look down and smirk. It’d be impossible not to be seen here, but something tells me that’s what my girl wants. These people are paid to unsee the shit they see, including me fucking my girl. I wrap my hand around her throat and she makes quick work of my sweats, pushing them down enough for my cock to spring out. It’s cold as fuck outside, but my body feels on fire around her. I lift her and she instinctively wraps her legs around my waist, I take that moment to sink inside of her, causing her to scream out. I chuckle when she covers her mouth with her hand. I pull out and slam back into her repeatedly as she tries to mask her screams. She fails miserably and lets out a moan so loud that I actually peek around her to see if anyone is watching. I make eye contact with a very pissed off Caroline and I wink at her, then push further into Alessia.
“Better hurry and come, your best friend just caught us and she looks pissed.”
“Harder. Go harder,” she pleads. And I do just that. Backing us into the room, I turn her to face the wall, bringing my hand down on her ass before fucking her from behind. I snake my hand around, pushing a finger into her pussy to bring her over the edge. She slams her hand against the wall and pushes against my fingers and my cock.
“Astor, Astor.”
“Mm, you sound so fucking good screaming my name. Now come on my cock.” She comes all over me, my dick soaked in her release when I pull out of her. My cum is leaking down her leg as she wobbles on her feet before I steady her. She tries to hide her smile when the door slings open. I stuff myself back into my sweats and kiss her forehead.
“Are you two fucking kidding me!! Look at your hair! Goddamn it, Alessia!”
I walk towards the door and stop, bending down to Caroline’s ear.
“Stop fucking cursing at my wife.” I pat her shoulder and make my way back to Ander’s office, where the rest of the guys are getting dressed. I check the time.
Three hours before she’s mine and eighteen before I kill the man who took her from me in the first place.
She’s fucking beautiful, and at this moment, I feel like my airway is being constricted. I can’t breathe, all I see is her. Her dress is perfect for her; it fits her like a glove and showcases every part of her, her tattoo peeking from her shoulder blade and the one on her wrist, but her sleeve is covered. I don’t know why that bothers me, but it does. I want the real Alessia up here, tattoos and all. But as she gets closer, those thoughts quickly fade because my God, I thought she couldn’t possibly make me fall for her more than I already am. I think of the time where I almost lost her, and I mean truly lost her for good, and I feel weak at that thought. The more I stare at her, the prouder I get seeing how strong she’s become. She doesn’t have a veil on, and I’m glad she doesn’t, because the last thing I want is something covering her face as she walks down the aisle to me. My eyes are burning and my cheeks are wet.
Am I fucking crying?
I feel a hand on my shoulder and then a reassuring squeeze. Justin is next to me, and I realized when he clutches my shoulder again that I’ve begun to shake.
“Take a breath, here comes your wife.” I close my eyes and force myself to breathe. Before I know it, she’s standing before me. Ander kisses her on the cheek before handing her over to me.
He stops when I reach for her and leans into me. “Take care of her, Astor; she’s yours, now.”
She’s always been mine. He knows it and I know it. Hell, our entire family knows it.
She slips her small hand in mine as I stare at her.
“You are absolutely breathtaking, malyshka .” She smiles at me and gives my hand a tug. I look at the officiant and nod. He’s talking, but I can’t make out any of his words. All I can hear is the sound of Alessia’s breath quickening. She’s shaking and her eyes are watering. I mindlessly run my thumb over her fingers to calm her. “You ok?” I whisper and she nods her head at me. The officiant clears his throat and we both chuckle.
“Do you Astor, take Alessia to be your wife, in holy matrimony, for as long as you both shall live?”
“I do,” I respond. Her breath hitches again and I fight the urge to tense as he reads the same thing out to her. Because in this moment, she could say she doesn’t. She could run, she could decide that she wants a different life. She could decide that I’m not worth it, that this isn’t worth it. I prepare myself for her answer; I prepare myself for the worse. I tell myself that even if she doesn’t say yes, she’s still mine, anyway.
She opens her mouth and I take a deep breath, willing myself not to close my eyes in fear.
“I do,” she says, and I can’t stop the tears that escape my eyes. She reaches up and wipes it.
“Astor, repeat after me,” he says. I clear my throat taking a deep breath.
“I, Astor, take you, Alessia, to be my wife, to have and to hold, to love and to cherish, to respect and protect, from this day forward, until death do us part.”
“I, Alessia, take you, Astor, to be my husband, to have and to hold, to love and to cherish, to respect and protect, from this day forward, until death do us part.”
I’m kissing her before he even pronounces us husband and wife. Our family and friends are cheering, but still all I see, all I feel is her.
My wife .
Alessia is my wife.