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  Her hand trembled in mine as I led the way to the chapel. I knew what we were doing was completely insane, and I was actually a bit surprised she’d agreed to it, but I didn’t for one moment regret my decision. Gwennie needed me, and just maybe I needed her too. I’d been with more women than I could count over the years, but it had always been cold and meaningless. I’d been in search of a release and nothing more. With Gwennie, I felt alive and consumed with passion. I knew it would eventually fade and change to something else, something deeper, and I was okay with that. All that mattered was that she was mine.

  I felt like a possessive asshole, which really wasn’t like me. I’d never given a fuck if a woman was mine or not. Hell, I hadn’t even had an official girlfriend before. One night stands had always been my style, and if I ever went back for seconds, I knew other guys had there between rounds. It never bothered me. At all. But the mere thought of another man’s hands on Gwennie and I was ready to commit murder. She was unlike any woman I’d ever met, and I meant that in a good way. All I’d ever known, in an intimate sense, were the sluts and whores who hung out with the Vipers and on street corners in my old neighborhood. Most of the girls I grew up with were now working girls, and I didn’t mean at a desk job. Unless it was under the desk, on their knees, with their mouths open.

  Gwennie would never fit in with my friends, I knew that, and still I held onto her with both hands in a white-knuckled grip. The Vipers would give me hell for marrying someone so prissy and high maintenance, even though she’d been fairly easygoing so far. I wondered how long it would take her to realize that she couldn’t live without Daddy’s money, regardless of how much cock she got every night. I hoped like hell I was wrong. She was eager and seemed genuine. I was going with my gut this time, and praying I didn’t get burned along the way.

  Deep down, I had to wonder if she was just picking the lesser of two evils. At least with me, she got multiple orgasms. With her dad, she was likely to be sold like cattle. I wasn’t used to feeling self-doubt and it sucked big ass donkey balls. She seemed to like it when I was in charge, making demands of her. I knew she got off on my dirty talk during sex. One thing was for certain, once we said “I do” it would be a lot harder for her to escape me. Despite my doubts, I was going forward with this marriage and then I was going to fuck her into a coma. I hadn’t lied to her. I had no plans for us to leave the hotel except maybe to eat and take in a few shows. The moment I’d felt that pussy wrap around my dick, I’d had the insane urge to get her pregnant. Pregnant women couldn’t run away, right? Waddle away, maybe.

  The chapel wasn’t quite as tacky as some that we’d passed along the way. At least there wasn’t an Elvis impersonator. Some old granny, probably the officiant’s wife, was playing an organ in the corner. Gwennie had a stunning smile on her face and seemed genuinely happy, even though I knew this was probably a far cry from her dream wedding. If we had more time, and didn’t have to worry about her fuckwit of a father, then I’d have gladly given her a nicer wedding at home. Maybe we could renew our vows on our one year anniversary or some shit and do things the right way. I wanted her to know that she meant more to me than a quickie wedding.

  We said our vows and exchanged rings. When it was time to kiss the bride, I had to hold myself back. If I gave her the kind of kiss I wanted to, she’d end up in the middle of the aisle on her hands and knees with me balls deep inside of her. I wasn’t sure she was ready to put on a show just yet, and I wasn’t too keen on someone else checking out my new wife. I’d had sex in front of people before, and while I might treat my wife like a two dollar whore in the bedroom, I wasn’t about to fuck her in front of strangers. I might have blue balls by the time we reached our hotel suite, but I was going to keep it in my pants until then.

  My phone rang and I saw it was the shop. It was odd for them to call so late so I answered, hoping the building hadn’t burned to the ground in my absence.

  “What’s up, Jim?”

  “Boss, you know that flashy Mercedes we have right now?”

  “What of it?” I asked.

  “Some rich guy came by asking about the woman who was driving it. Now, as far as I’m concerned, I didn’t see nothin’ and I didn’t hear nothin’ earlier, but he’s demanding to know where his daughter is.”

  Fuck me. If he’d traced the Mercedes, that meant…

  “Give me your phone,” I barked at my new wife. She gave me a startled glance before pulling it out of her purse and handing it over.

  She had twenty missed calls from “Daddy” and another fifteen from “Thomas Kale III.” I popped the battery on her phone and pulled her SIM card. It wouldn’t surprise me if they had already traced her to Las Vegas, but I wasn’t going to make it easy for them to find her. The hotel wasn’t registered to her name, but they could easily go from hotel to hotel flashing her picture until they located her. Fuck! Why couldn’t anything ever be easy?

  “What’s wrong?” Gwennie asked.

  “Your dad showed up at the shop. If he traced your car, then I’m sure he’s traced your phone too.”

  She paled.

  “Jim, if they come nosing around again, tell them you don’t remember her. As of now, she’s family. We just got married and that’s her asshole father. Keep them off our trail as long as you can.”

  “You got it, boss,” Jim said before hanging up.

  “Come on, princess. We have a marriage to celebrate. If your father is on his way here, I want to enjoy as much of our honeymoon as we can.”

  She looked worried, but nodded her agreement. I never had asked for Gwennie’s last name. Well, her former last name. But if Daddy lived up on the hill, then he was someone important, as far as our tiny town was concerned. In the big scheme of things though, he could very well be a small fish in a big pond. Just because he had money, didn’t mean he had true power.

  The Vipers ran our town, even though the rich people on the hill liked to think they did. I wasn’t too concerned. Legally, Gwennie was old enough to make her own decisions, and now that she was my wife, her place was by my side. Even the police chief couldn’t say otherwise. I just wished there was a way to make everything go away quietly. I didn’t want to physically hurt Gwennie’s dad, but if I could find something to hold over him, then maybe I could make him leave us alone.

  “What’s Daddy Dearest’s name, princess?”

  “Gregory Montcliff.”

  I froze in the middle of the damn sidewalk. “You’re a Montcliff?”

  This is when it would have been awesome if our quick Vegas wedding officiant had said our last names during the ceremony, or if I’d paid attention when we’d gotten our license. I’d been going out of my mind for no fucking reason. Not if Montcliff was her dad.

  “Is there something wrong with that?”

  “No, princess, that means everything is actually pretty damn perfect right now. How much do you know about your daddy’s finances?”

  She shrugged and gave me a blank look.

  “Your daddy’s hands are about as dirty as they get. Remember the Scarlioni family I mentioned? The ones who own the jet we’re using? The Vipers aren’t the only ones in business with them. Your Daddy Dearest is too.”

  She snorted. “Yeah, right. My dad is in bed with the mob. Have you ever met my father?”

  “Don’t need to, princess. His name speaks for itself.”

  She looked doubtful, but she didn’t realize this was good news. Montcliff might be in bed with the Scarlionis, but the Vipers did most of the family’s dirty work, which made them even more valuable. So if the Vipers asked the Scarlionis to get Montcliff to back the fuck off, then they’d do it. Or they would make an example of him. Wouldn’t really hurt my feelings if someone beat the fuck out of him and cut off a finger or two, but I didn’t want to upset my wife either. She might not like her father too much, but I doubted she wanted to see him maimed either.

  “When we get to our suite, I want you to soak in a nice, hot bath while I make a phone ca
ll.” I kissed her cheek. “And then we’ll celebrate our marriage and put everything else out of our minds until the time comes that we have to deal with it. Sound good?”

  She nodded, but I could tell she wanted to ask some questions about her dad.

  The suite was everything I’d hoped it would be, and they’d even provided an edible arrangement. All of our bags from our shopping expedition were stacked along the living room wall. I grabbed Gwennie by the hand and led her into the bedroom and attached bath. There were jars of bath salts, some bath oils, and even some bubble bath on the counter. I started the water in the tub and added a little of the oil and a little of the bubbles. After giving her a kiss that I hoped curled her toes, I left her to her bath and went to make my call.

  Usually, I only spoke to the Scarlionis through the Vipers, but I did have the contact number for one of the sons. Salvatore Scarlioni. I only hesitated a moment before pushing the call button.

  “Who is this?” the Italian barked into the phone.

  “Lance Gilbert. We met at a party the Vipers were throwing about a year ago.”

  “The mechanic.”

  “Yes.” At least he remembered me. That might make things easier.

  “What can I do for you, Mr. Gilbert? I’m assuming there’s a reason for this call. You’ve had my number all this time and haven’t used it before now.”

  “I got married today. To Gwendolyn Montcliff.”

  He let out a whistle. “How did you get the pampered princess away from her daddy? Last I’d heard, he planned to use her to sweeten a few deals he has going. You know I don’t agree with pimping your own flesh and blood, but that man isn’t above it.”

  “Her car broke down and I came to the rescue. To make a long story short, we’re in Vegas and we just got married. But I think Gregory is going to cause trouble. In fact, he may already be on his way here.”

  “And you want me to intercept him? To run him off? To make him disappear for good? What precisely do you want to happen?”

  All of the above? No. He was Gwennie’s dad, even if he was a rotten bastard of the first order.

  “I need him to understand that Gwennie is mine now. I don’t want him to contact her. I sure as hell don’t want him to try taking her from me. He needs to know there will be consequences if he tries.”

  It was quiet on the other end of the phone for several minutes and I worried I’d overstepped my bounds. Not many guys could make me tremble in my boots, but Salvatore Scarlioni was one of the ones who could. The bastard was ice cold and had a dead look in his eyes. He was a man who got things done, no matter the cost, and it never so much as gave his conscience a twinge. I’d known when I made the call that I wasn’t getting out of this unscathed. The question was what would he demand in return? Any price would be worth it. I’d do anything for my princess.

  “I’ll help you, but you’re going to owe me a favor. I don’t know yet what it will be, or when. It could be next week or five years from now, but when I call, you will come. Understood?”

  “Yes. Whatever it is, I’ll do it. I just need to know that my wife is safe.”

  “Very well. I will extend the protection of the Scarlioni name to your Gwennie, and I’ll make sure that Mr. Montcliff understands that you and your business are to remain untouched as well. He’s not going to take this well.”

  “I know. Thank you, Mr. Scarlioni. I appreciate your willingness to help. Whenever you’re ready for that favor, call and I’ll answer. Although, if I’m balls deep inside my wife, it may go to voicemail. Just sayin’.”

  Salvatore chuckled. “In that instance, I wouldn’t blame you. From what I remember of Gwendolyn Montcliff she’s quite fetching. Enjoy your honeymoon, Mr. Gilbert. I’ll be in touch.”

  The dial tone greeted my ear and I hung up the phone. That hadn’t been as hard as I’d thought it would, and at least I had peace of mind now. Even if her father was in Vegas this very moment, he wouldn’t be looking for us anymore. This might make for awkward family reunions in the Montcliff house, but I would be happy if Gwennie never saw the man again. I wasn’t enough of an asshole to tell her she could never visit though. I’d just be worried as fuck until she returned home each time. I wondered if it would be too over the top to install a tracker in her.

  I stripped out of my clothes and rummaged through the sacks in the living room. After selecting two of the special items I’d purchased, I went into the bathroom to join my blushing bride. I couldn’t help but smile when I saw she’d fallen asleep in the tub, and I knew just the way to wake her up. I set the toys on the floor beside the tub and slowly climbed in, trying not to disturb her. Pulling her legs apart, I settled between her splayed thighs, on my knees, facing her. I picked up one of her surprises and turned it on, a gentle whirring sound filling the air.

  With a wicked grin, I stuck the toy beneath the surface of the water and teased the lips of her pussy with it. Gwennie moaned and arched her back a little. God she was sexy as hell. The bubbles lapped against the swells of her breasts and I wished those pretty pink nipples would peek above the surface. I’d bet money they were hard right now.

  I teased her clit with the vibrator and watched a rosy hue climb her neck and settled in her cheeks. Her eyes opened to slits and she blinked at me sleepily. I swirled the toy over her clit again and her thighs squeezed me. I knew what she wanted. She wanted my cock, but she wasn’t getting it. Not yet anyway. I could tell when she was getting close and I backed off, wanting the moment to last longer. I wanted her every bit as desperate for me as I was for her.

  “Please, Lance.”

  “Please what, princess?”

  “Make me come.”

  “Only if you offer up those gorgeous tits to me. I want to see those pretty nipples when you come.”

  She moaned and cupped her breasts, lifting them out of the water. Droplets dripped from the points of her hard nipples and I ached to lick them. This wasn’t about me though, right now was about Gwennie. I watched as she came apart, crying out her release. My cock was so fucking hard I was in agony, but it was the sweetest kind of torture.

  I turned off the toy and tossed it aside before gathering her in my arms. Her legs slipped around my waist and my dick brushed against her slit. He was a hungry bastard and wanted in. She wiggled against me and made little frustrated huffing sounds. I smiled as I realized she was trying to squirm until my dick slipped inside of her. All she had to do was ask.

  “You know I’ll give you anything you want, right, princess? As long as it’s within my power to give it to you.”

  “Anything?” she asked.

  I nodded.

  She leaned closer and nipped my ear, making my cock jerk. “Then put that big dick inside of me and fuck me until you fill me with your cum.”

  Holy shit! Hearing those dirty words come out of such a pristine woman was almost enough to make me come on the spot. I gripped her waist and lifted her up, then eased her down on my cock. She moaned and tipped her head back as I filled her. I helped her ride me, the water sloshing over the side of the tub. I didn’t care if we flooded the whole damn bathroom as long as she kept squeezing my dick like that.

  I was too far gone to last very long, but I refused to come before she did. My thumb tapped her clit until she was screaming my name and coating my dick with her cream, and then I let loose. That hadn’t quite been what I’d thought would happen for our first time as husband and wife, but Gwennie didn’t seem to be complaining. I’d thought I would ravage her in a bed and we’d go all night long, but I could see the shadows under her eyes and I realized she needed sleep more than she needed my cock all night long.

  I lifted her off my cock and she sank into the water again. She looked flushed and well pleasured. There was still the matter of the toy sitting beside the tub, the one I hadn’t used yet.

  “Are you up for one more thing, princess? And then I’ll let you get some sleep.”

  She gave me a drowsy smile. “Of course.”

  “H
ands and knees, princess.”

  The water sloshed as she rolled onto her hands and knees, her ass rising out of the water. I reached for the toy and stuck it under the water before she could see it. I hadn’t thought to grab lube out of the sack and I hoped the bath oils would coat it enough for what I had in mind. Her skin was slippery from the oils and bubbles as I ran my hand over her ass cheek. I parted those sweet cheeks and leaned forward to tease her with my tongue, flicking it against the tightest hole I was ever going to put my dick in. She gasped, but she didn’t pull away. I played with her alternating between my tongue and my fingers, until I thought she was relaxed enough to accept the butt plug I’d bought. She was going to wear it all night, and come morning, I was going to take her in the one place that remained untouched.

  I eased the toy inside of her and gave it a flick with my finger when it was all the way in. Gwennie wiggled her hips, but she didn’t utter a word of protest.

  “Come on, princess. Let’s get dried off and go to bed.”

  “You’re… you’re leaving it in there?” she asked.

  “All night, princess. And then in the morning, we’re going to have some fun.”

  Goose bumps rose along her back, but I could tell she was turned on. She might not have admitted it, but she wanted me to take her there. Her body was so damn responsive I couldn’t wait to see what morning would bring.

  “Take it out,” she said.

  “Princess, did you forget that when you stripped in my office you agreed to do as I said?”

  “I don’t want to wait, Lance. I want you to take me now.”

  “Gwennie, you’re tired and I don’t have lube in here.”

  “Then get some.”

  She really wanted this right here and now? It was our wedding night, so it would be a dick move to deny her, but I wasn’t sure she was ready. Yeah, I’d wanted to be balls deep in her ass since the moment she stripped in my office, but I could be a patient guy. Moderately patient.