Chapter 37
It came to me as soon as I cut the call with my brother. Why wait? Since meeting Polly, it’s obvious I need someone in my life who bolsters my confidence and takes care of my soul. I’ve never met a woman like Polly before and I’m not ready to move on. In marrying her, I keep her, and it’s as simple as that.
As she walks toward me, I know I made the right choice. She is unbelievably beautiful and has the soul of an angel. She is my ideal woman and if I could have plucked her from a shelf of brides, she would always be my first choice. For a businessman, it’s all about the deal, and she is the best one for me. She is my perfect match and I will enjoy everything that brings.
She carries herself with elegance and is the perfect lady. Now my decision is walking toward me, my heart settles. In less than thirty minutes I will be a married man and can move onto business. That part will be taken care of and, like most of my staff, she will accompany me everywhere. Yes, Polly is a business deal that I’d be a fool to pass by and now I have everything I require in life, the world makes sense again.
Love will not turn my head and threaten my principles. I will not be my father and wish I was with another. There is no need to look at anyone else all the time Polly plays her part. We will be a team, like I thought my parents were, and there are no hidden ghosts in our relationship waiting to threaten that.
She reaches me with a soft smile on her face and glittering tears of joy in her eyes. She is so unbelievably perfect I still can’t believe my luck.
She is not after my money, reputation, or the trophy of calling me her husband. She is here because she wants to be. I can see that in her eyes.
I take her soft hand and hold it gently, staring into her eyes as the registrar mumbles the words that are mere formalities. As she stands before me pledging her life to mine, I experience a rush of power I wasn’t expecting. I have a wife and she is mine forever. Now she won’t leave, she can’t leave me and we can wrap up this mystery knowing it won’t destroy us.
As we repeat our vows, her eyes widen when she realizes I left in the obedience part. It makes me smile as she hesitates before saying the word clearly, although obviously against her wishes. Yes, she will obey me because what I say goes. Polly would be a fool to challenge me because it’s in her best interests to please me.
In return, I will care for her, offer her security, and keep her from harm. She will no longer be alone and has a new family to learn about. My world is a dangerous place, but it’s also a gold–lined prison. She will want for nothing except her freedom from me, and that will never happen.
My eyes glitter as I stare into hers and as the registrar declares us husband and wife, the applause from my men reminds me we’re not alone.
I step closer and note the lust flare in her eyes and as I reach for her, I wrap my hand around the back of her head and pull her sharply to me.
I grasp her chin with my other hand and hold my wife in my hands for the very first time, and raw power grips me as I take possession of my latest transaction.
Her lips find mine hungrily and I bite down softly on her lower lip, my teeth grazing the soft flesh as I sample them. My mouth fastens on hers and I invade it with a possession that isn’t lost on me because tonight Polly Romanov will discover exactly what she just signed up for.
I am drowning in raw energy. I never appreciated how invincible this would make me feel. I’ve eradicated any doubt, any fears, and any worries about leaving her and brought her to my heel, where I expect her to stay.
I kiss her with a hunger that leaves her in no doubt what she just signed up for. My wedding band is now encircling her finger and will soon be joined by the million dollar ring I have in mind. She will be dripping in my possession and leaving no doubt at all of who owns her now. My wife. Mrs. Valentin Romanov is the new lady of the house, and I have never felt more settled than I do now.
We stand in the same spot while everyone leaves. Artem was briefed well because there will be no congratulations, no celebration, and no fuss. The registrar disappears with a huge payout for turning up at such short notice and as the door closes behind them I stare at my wife and say huskily.
“Mrs. Romanov.”
Her eyes brighten and her smile almost blinds me as she whispers, “Yes, Mr. Romanov.”
“Get on your knees.”
Her expression changes, but it’s not the one I expected. Instead of anger, lust lights in her eyes as she drops before me.
The candles flicker in the glass domes set among the red roses and I flick the switch, lowering the blinds across the windows. It bathes the room in seduction and, as I whip the belt from around my pants, I growl, “Open your mouth.”
The heated gaze she directs my way tells me I made the right decision and as I unzip my pants, I palm my cock in my hands.
I say nothing and guide the tip toward her open mouth and the way her lashes settle on her cheeks causes me to growl with appreciation. As wedding nights go, this must do because fucking my bride on the altar is only one of my demented fantasies.
I hit the back of her throat before she can take a deep breath and as I scrape against her teeth, I swear I have never been so turned on. Reaching down, I grasp her hair and fuck her mouth hard, loving the way she accepts me and does her best to make it work. I am using her when I should be loving her, but this isn’t a love match. It’s a lust match and I will demonstrate how much of that I hold for her when my own fantasy is complete.
I push in hard and fast, savoring the moment when I control another person for the rest of our lives. I will be a good husband to Polly. The best and she will be a good wife. I already know we have the ingredients to make a stunning marriage and I still can’t believe I never thought of this sooner.