Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33804 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33804 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Again.
But Xavier Gunn has been patient enough with me and now it's time for me to prove my utter devotion to him. I know deep down I could never let him down again. I've become so conditioned, and I have no doubt that part of this is Stockholm Syndrome. But to me, it's love.
Every time I look at him, my heart skips a beat. His dark eyes, his chiseled face and the tattoos that mark his body like war markings from battles fought long ago. I love everything about him and I can't wait to spend my life submitting to him fully and proving to him just how much I love him.
The doors finally open and I take a deep breath, looking up through the veil that covers my face. I can see the outlines of people in the church, sitting in the pews as I start walking up the aisle. I wish my little sister was here, but I need to do this on my own. My father refused to walk me down the aisle, so I raise my head high and do it myself.
This isn't an event appropriate for children, anyway. My wedding dress consists of a garter and feather-trimmed veil, and nothing else.
I can hear the shocked gasps coming from the crowd. They quickly quieten down as the guards make eye contact with a few of the guests, cocking their guns in a silent warning.
If anyone objects, they are going to meet a gory death. The whispers die down and I ignore the sight of my parents in the front row as I walk up to Xavier, standing in front of the altar.
I can't quite make him out from under the veil. I can tell he's wearing an expensively cut, professionally tailored suit with a pair of Italian leather shoes I desperately want to rub my pussy against. His hair is slicked back and his dark eyes glisten with need for me. The tattoos on his body are mostly concealed now, though hints of them peek out from under his shirt sleeves. Diamond cufflinks adorn his wrists. He's not wearing a tie, but he looks so handsome like this, with his shirt slightly open.
It's not like I'm very dressed up for the occasion either.
The priest starts talking but most of the words filter out for me after Xavier pulls me against him by my waist. His strong hands roam over my body, touching and feeling every part of me before he pulls the veil over my face and exposes my blushing cheeks to the entire church. I glance at everyone in the pews, but Xavier takes my face by the cheeks and forces me to look at him.
“Don't look at them. You’re only allowed to look at me,” he rasps. “This moment is about us. I will not let anyone else intrude. I want your full attention, angel.”
His voice drowns out the words spoken by the priest. I'm getting so needy again just being next to him. I'm desperate to throw myself at him… To rake my fingers over his naked body and beg him to take me, pushing his cock inside me again and again. Even though he fucked me just this morning, I’m already desperate for more.
Somewhere deep in my mind, the old version of me laughs bitterly between screams. Oh, how deeply I’ve fallen.
I force the warning voices to shut up. All that matters is the need I feel in the pit of my stomach. The one that tethers me to Xavier, my only savior in this world.
A brief pause follows, and I soon realize it’s because the priests just asked if anybody objects to our union. I don't expect anybody to step up and say anything, they’re all terrified of my husband.
But then one of my father's men picks himself up off his chair and glares at Xavier.
“If no one's going to say anything, I will,” he says. “This is fucking wrong. You're marrying a girl you conditioned into a lifestyle she never wanted. She hated you when she left Heath’s house! She never wanted anything to do with you, you sick fuck!”
His words are suddenly cut off as Xavier clicks his fingers. It takes less than a second for a guard to aim his gun right at the man’s chest and shoot.
A few people scream as blood sprays over them. The man's lifeless body topples to the ground and I feel his blood all over my veil, my garter and all over my naked body. I feel numb.
I can't believe he just did that. I can't believe he killed somebody right in front of me on my wedding day. But there is no room left to object.
“Get to it,” Xavier hisses at the priest. “I want to be married to her now.”
The priest looks terrified, as if he's about to run for the hills, but he seems more scared of what Xavier will do to him if he doesn't finish the ceremony. He quickly makes us say I do. Xavier rushes him through the part where I have to give an answer, which makes me wonder whether he thinks I'm going to turn him down. But there is no way I can do that. Not anymore. I've become hooked on his dark abuse. I can’t help myself from wanting more and more from my dark guardian.