Chapter 32

Cyrus

Her words rang in my ears, but I needed to see her face when I fucked her. I wanted to look at her dark eyes as she exploded around my cock. I moved her onto her back, and she spread her legs for me. My eyes roved down her body until I reached her drenched pussy. It glistened under the dim light, and I could see her pink, swollen flesh ached for me as much as I did her.

"Cyrus?" she whispered.

"I just needed a moment to admire my perfect little whore," I said with a smile as I moved between her legs.

She smiled back with her dark soul shining through her black eyes. I pushed her thighs against the bed to spread her as wide as I could as I stabbed my dick back inside of her. I could feel the thick plug as I drove deep inside her hungry little hole. She always stretched to accommodate me but the plug made her feel so much tighter.

As soon as my balls touched her pussy I released her thighs and moved over her. She immediately wrapped her arms around me, and I began to kiss her neck as I fucked her with long deep strokes.

"Oh, God," she gasped. "That's too much."

I ignored her and licked my way to her mouth until I covered it with mine. Her pussy was so wet that I could hear it as I drove into her. I fucked her mouth with my tongue while I ruined her cunt. She would never look at another man the way she looked at me. I would make sure of it. I released her mouth and held her neck.

"Play with your pussy, Angel," I whispered as her eyes fluttered open, and I held myself still inside her pussy.

I braced one arm on the bed and waited until she snuck her hand between us before I began to squeeze her neck. Her pussy contracted around my cock, and I smiled before I lifted my hips up and slammed myself inside her making her scream. I felt her scream vibrate beneath my palm as I held her throat.

"Yeah, Angel, this is what it means to be mine," I growled at her.

Her face was distorted between pain and pleasure, but her cunt gushed around me like a damn fountain. I continued to pummel her with deep hard thrusts, and when her pussy began to contract, I kept my eyes on hers. Her pouty lips parted, but no sound left them. My balls tightened, and I felt the first spurt of cum spew inside her clenching pussy. I groaned as my dick throbbed, and more cum burst out of me just as Emilia began to wail and claw at my arms.

We both breathed heavily until our hearts slowed down, and we caught our breath. I released her neck and licked her lips before kissing them. Her pussy still contracted around my dick intermittently. She lay back, sated but exhausted. I moved us around so she lay on top of me because I wasn't ready to take my dick out of her.

Her hand rested on my chest, and she began to rub it. She worked her way to my neck and looked up at me.

"I love you, Cyrus," she whispered before she kissed my jaw.

I froze up again, but she put her head back on my chest and continued to rub me. I relaxed and tightened my arm around before I kissed her head.

I love you too, Angel.

Such simple words to express the depth of my feelings for her, yet I couldn't say them out loud.

**

It was just as well her family hadn't stayed at our house because it was fucking bedlam. I hadn't realised how many there would be when adding her cousins and their children into the mix. We had both been happy to leave everything up to the event planner but she had done an outstanding job. She had various activities set up for all the children. A secure bar was set up for the adults, and the initial canapés they laid out were a good indication of the catering.

The seating and stage area made me a little sick because I'd memorised my vows but it was different saying them in the bathroom to saying them in front of her entire family.

"Where is Emilia's Dad?" I asked Harrison before I glanced at my watch again.

"He probably scoped your place out earlier and is upstairs trying to persuade Emilia not to go through with it," he said, biting into a bite sized burger.

My heart dropped, and I raced into the house, avoiding her aunts before I ran up the stairs. The thought of her Dad making my Angel upset on our wedding made me so furious that I could feel my eye twitch rapidly, and my hands began to tremble as I imagined myself choking the life out of him.

When I reached our bedroom, I jumped up and kicked my leg against the double doors with all my strength to watch them fly open. The doors slammed back against the wall and one of them came away from the doorframe.

Valeria, Serafina and Alejandro turned around, but I was looking for Emilia.

"Where is she?" I asked tersely, but I glared at Alejandro.

"See? Is that fucking normal?" her dad snapped at his mother before he strode over to me.

He was almost fifty but the way his broad chest muscles bulged in contrast against his trim waist made him look like a gym bunny. If it wasn't for his salt-and-pepper hair, he would look around his mid to late thirties. He stood so close to me that his nose almost brushed against mine. I flinched because he had Emilia's dark eyes. He glared at me and bumped his chest against me, but I held my ground.

"You think I don't know what you are? You fuck." he hissed at me. "You think you're good enough for my baby girl?"

The bathroom lock disengaged, and I glanced towards the bathroom, but Serafina ran towards the door.

"Don't come out. Cyrus is here," she screamed out.

"But what was that noise?" Emilia shouted out in panic.

I blinked when a knife moved between our faces.

"Not now, Mother," Alejandro shouted at Valeria, which made me snap.

"You will watch your Goddamn mouth to our elders while you're under my roof, Mr Molloy," I snarled at him.

"Oi, less of the elder," Valeria said, sounding disgruntled. "But he does have impeccable manners, Alejandro."

"I know I'm not good enough for your daughter, but I will spend every day cherishing her for being the miracle that she is. I don't give a rat's ass if you approve of our marriage or not, but if you loved your daughter, you wouldn't be here creating a scene or have caused her so much anxiety by behaving like an immature child rather than communicating with her like an adult."

"Oh, he's good," Valeria said as she removed the knife from between our faces. "I don't think I will need this."

Alejandro narrowed his eyes at me before he slowly stepped back to point a finger at me. "If my baby sheds a single teardrop from anything you do or if you lay a finger on her through violence, there won't be a corner on this earth that you could hide in without me finding you."

His wife snorted.

"Really, Alejandro?" she said.

"Double standards, Serafina," Valeria said to her. "Right, get out, the pair of you, and try to close the broken door. My Angel deserves some privacy to finish getting ready. This is her special day."

I glanced at Valeria and Serafina to apologise, but they were both grinning at me.

"Fucking American serial killing amateur fucks, we started that shit with the likes of Jack the Ripper," Alejandro muttered under his breath before he walked over to his wife to kiss her. "Mum, you can keep your knife in your handbag for the rest of the ceremony."

As dark as Alejandro was, his wife was blonde-haired and green-eyed. He was around the same height as me, a little over six foot but his wife was at least a foot shorter. Irrespective of his brutish behaviour, I saw his eyes soften for his wife. I kept my eyes on him as he left the room. I walked towards the bathroom, and Serafina moved to stand in my path.

"Just one moment, please," I said until she nodded.

I touched the wooden door, knowing my Angel was standing on the other side.

"Are you okay, Angel?" I asked softly.

"Yes, but what's happening out there? What was that noise? Did my Dad hit you?" she fretted.

"I may have gotten a little over-excited and broke our bedroom door. Nothing happened, and your Dad didn't hit me. We seem to have reached an—understanding," I said, trying to reassure her. "I will be waiting for you, baby, always."

"I can't wait to marry you, Cyrus," she said with a sniff.

"And I you, Angel. Don't be too long," I said as my hand dropped away from the door.

I cleared my throat, but when I turned towards Serafina, she had tears pooling up in her eyes, and I began to back away from her, only to feel a slap on the back from Valeria.

"You will do just fine, Cyrus. Don't worry about a thing. We will take care of her. Just stick with Harrison," she said, patting my arm.

When I looked at the door, Harrison stood there with a grin on his face.

Had he been there the entire time?

I had to wonder if the old man had instigated the entire situation. Then again, it didn't matter because I'd had it out with her Dad, and he loved his daughter almost as much as I did.

I nodded to the ladies.

"Apologies for the intrusion," I murmured before I walked out of the door trying to close the broken one first before I shut the other one.

"That's the best laugh I've had in ages," Harrison said with a chuckle.

I took a deep breath and hoped Emilia wouldn't take too long.