Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
My body reacted before my mind caught up, curving into him just slightly. I felt the shift in him immediately and the way his hand pressed more firmly at my waist like he noticed. Of course he did.
A low sound rumbled in his chest, barely audible, as my body brushed against his. Something raw and hungry came from his throat that he quickly swallowed back.
“Careful, little wife,” he growled softly against my ear, the words dark with warning and filthy promise. “Keep rubbing against me like that and I’ll bend you over the nearest table and fuck you in front of every last one of these bastards. Let them watch The Butcher claim what’s his.”
I audibly gasped at his lewd and crude words, even though my pussy got wet with desire. We moved together through the room like that, not separate, not even slightly, and I felt it in every glance, every pause in conversation, every subtle reaction that followed us.
“You’re staring,” he murmured at one point, his voice low, almost amused.
“Everyone else is staring so I might as well, too,” I said, though my attention had already drifted back to him without meaning to.
His eyes darkened as they traced the line of my neck, the curve of my shoulder, lingering with an intensity that made the air between us feel charged and far too warm for the elegant room.
Time blurred after that, the noise, the movement, the constant presence of people who watched and waited. And with each passing second, the tension in my body grew until it like it would explode out of me.
I was turned on by the little touches from Alexei, of his breath at my ear as he whispered to me, and the way his big body kept me close so everyone knew I was his.
I didn’t realize how much desire had been building until Alexei’s hand tightened once more.
“We’re leaving,” he said, and it wasn’t a suggestion or something.
It was decided, and God help me… I didn’t argue or even hesitate. I let him lead me to hell.
The shift in the air around us was immediate the second we stepped away from the reception. The noise faded behind us as we made our way through the hall, past people who noticed but didn’t stop us, past conversations that paused and then resumed as if nothing had happened.
His hand never left me, guiding, and steady. I didn’t pull away because I didn’t want to.
I felt his fingers tightened slightly at my back, drawing me closer as he leaned in, his mouth brushing near my ear. The noise of the room dulled until it felt like it was just him and me. I felt the shift in Alexei and the way his body angled more toward mine, closing off any space between us.
“Why?” I finally asked in a breathless tone, even though I already knew.
His thumb pressed into my waist, slow, measured, like he wanted me to feel every second of it. His breath brushed my ear again, his voice dropping lower, rougher this time, and I shivered. “Because this part is done,” he said quietly. “They’ve seen what they needed to see.”
“What happens now?” I asked, my voice barely audible, but I knew he heard me.
“I take you upstairs to our suite,” he continued, his tone leaving no room for misunderstanding, “and I make you my wife in every way that matters.”
My breath caught, sharper than before. I felt the way his grip tightened, like he noticed every reaction I couldn’t quite hide.
“That’s why we’re leaving,” he finished, pulling back just enough to look at me, his gaze steady and dark. “I’m not waiting any longer. I’ve been hard since the moment you walked down that aisle in white and lace, knowing I’d be the one to rip that dress off and paint your virgin cunt with my cum tonight. The Butcher doesn’t wait.”
Every step pulled us farther from the reception, the noise fading behind us as the private corridor stretched out ahead. He took hold of my hand, guiding me without hesitation, without asking, and I didn’t question it because I already knew where we were going.
The honeymoon suite that was already prepared and waiting.
My wedding night was here, and there was no stopping it.
The thought settled heavier with each step, not unfamiliar, not unexpected, but different now that it was real, now that we were married.
He didn’t slow as we reached the elaborate double doors, didn’t look back, or give me time to overthink any of it. His hand tightened in mine, keeping me right where he wanted me as we stepped inside.
The door shut behind us, cutting everything else off in an instant. The noise, people, and especially the weight of being watched.
Now, it was just us.
The suite was just as excessive as the rest of the hotel with high ceilings, soft lighting reflecting off crystal prisms, and silk, marble, and gold threaded through every furnishing. But none of it held my attention for long because Alexei’s presence commanded the room.