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Chapter Thirty-Eight

Lyrical

I can't believe I'm about to elope with Snow.

We stand in front of a pastor on a beach, the wind tickling my face. The stars and the full moon brighten up the dark sky, shining against the dark water.

Sweat blankets my forehead, and I bite the inside of my cheek as I stand across from Snow. He eyes the white dress he picked out for me to wear. It hugs my body like a glove, barely covering my tits and ass. I suspect he picked it out so when we get back to the villa, he'll be able to rip it off my body. Snow has opted for a white dress shirt and dark shorts, looking so damn sexy with his white hair spiked up. I want to tear his clothes off and fuck him.

I'm not as drunk as I was when I got on the plan, but I feel the alcohol swimming in my system.

I can't get out of the wedding, no matter how hard I try, but he's right: we do love each other, so we might as well make it official. I've been waiting for this moment since I was sixteen and it's long overdue.

And we did need to push the date up and do what we want instead of what our parents wanted. I'm getting turned on by the way he takes control over me and my body. Maybe we both needed to get away from the demands and spotlights of our family and social media.

The pastor begins his speech about love and honoring God, then he looks at me, a grin on his face.

"Lyrical, do you take Revi Williams the Second as your husband?"

My cheeks flame. "Yes."

He turns his gaze to Snow and asks him the same question. A wicked grin spreads across Snow's face. "I do."

"I pronounce you husband and wife." The pastor beams.

Snow yanks me into his arms, sliding both my engagement ring and wedding band onto my finger.

When did he find my engagement ring?

My heart flutters against my rib cage and happy tears leak down my cheeks as Snow kisses me with so much passion, my knees buckle.

He scoops me in his arms bridal style and carries me to the car. Once we make it to the villa, he sits me on the bed, and I watch him go into the kitchen, grab a glass of water, and pour white powder into it. My brow ceases as he hands it to me.

"Drink up, Blue."

"What did you put in the glass?"

"Crushed sleeping pills."

I tilt my head to the side. "Why?"

"Page ninety-nine."

My eyes widen. He's willing to give me what I want. When I used to bring up to him that I want him to completely take away my consent, drug me, and fuck me, he would ignore me. I know that the idea is uncomfortable to him. He likes to control and dominate me, but not to the point where I can't fight back. He has taken my consent away before, but it was him with covering my mouth, not when I'm unconscious. I want to be forced, I want him to have complete control over my body, and he can do whatever the fuck he wants to me, because my body belongs to him.

I stare at the glass, then bring my gaze back to his. "I know that it makes you uncomfortable to do this, and if yo—"

He tilts my chin so my eyes meet his. "I'll do whatever makes you happy. If you want me to do th—"

"I want you to be comfortab—"

"This is your honeymoon, Blue. I'll make all your dreams come true. That's why we're here."

"Are you going to record it?" My eyes widen, and I can't contain my excitement as I jump on the bed like a kid, then into his arms. "I want to see what you do to me."

"Yes, Blue. I'll record it. And we can both watch it together afterward."

I can't believe this wonderful man is mine. I'm so glad I exposed every part of myself to him because the way he accepts me makes me love him even more.

I nod, then guzzle the tasteless water. I yank the covers back, lying on the soft sheets. My eyelids feel heavy, and before I know it, I slip into deep slumber.

Snow

I watch her fall asleep.

I didn't want to do this to her. Yes, I fucked her in the past, taking her consent by duct taping her mouth, but this is different. She won't wake up and she won't remember, but she wants me to record it, and I will. If that's what she wants, I will give it to her, because her happiness is all that matters to me. I stare at my wife in her dreamy state. She looks beautiful. So fucking beautiful. Like a painting of a fucking sunset.

She's mine, and she can't escape me now. My father and the world will know it soon. This woman consumes every inch of me. She doesn't realize how much power she has over me. She brings me to my knees, and I'll walk to hell and back for her.

If this is what she wants, I wouldn't deny my wife anything. She trusts me enough for me to take away her consent and use her body in any way I want. I twirl the wedding band around my finger. I can't believe she didn't put up as much of a fight to marry me as I thought she would. I thought I'd have to wrap my hands around her mouth and force her to be my wife, but she came willingly, though it was after she accused me of kidnapping her.

I remove her dress, along with her bra and panties, and then I remove my own clothes and toss them into the chair next to the door. Once I grab a rope from my bag, I tie her wrists to the headboard, then I grab my phone and put it on a tripod before I hit Record. I start with her breasts, sucking on her dark pink nipples one after the other. I wish I could hear her moan, hear her calling me all kinds of names when I drive her to the point of orgasm. I kiss her all the way down to her pubic bone. I know she can't feel it, but I still eat her pussy and slide my finger inside of her, feeling her throbbing. Just because she can't feel, it doesn't mean I can't make her come. I remove my finger and lick her cum as much as I can, then I slip my dick to her entrance, and even though she's in a deep sleep, she's soaking wet and warm. I slide out of her and slam back into her as I kiss the side of her neck. I tell her how beautiful she is and how lucky I am to be her husband; she might not hear me now, but it's on camera, so she'll know. I fuck her so hard that the headboard knocks against the wall, and I feel the tip of my dick tingle and my balls tighten as I pull out and come on her stomach.

"Fuck," I say.

Once I untie her wrists, I look at the redness of her flesh, kissing her skin before I hit the Stop button on my phone and take it off the tripod. I place it on the nightstand on my side of the bed, then go to the bathroom to grab a wet rag and clean her up. After I put her in a night gown, I take a shower, clean myself, and put on a pair of boxers.

Once I'm in bed, I grab my phone and upload fifty pictures from our wedding onto my page and story for IG, with the caption, With my wife. I comment "Mine forever" five times, then I notice she posted a story four hours ago with a picture of us on the plane with the caption, On the way to marry my best friend and the love of my life.

After I reshare the photo to my story, I scroll through each of her posts and type "I love you" with a heart emoji. She doesn't use social media much and mainly posts pictures of her artwork, but I don't care. People are going to know she's officially mine.

A message from my father displays across the screen.

Sperm Donor: Congratulations on the marriage *knife and skull emojis*

It was a threat, a threat that he's coming after Lyrical and me. My fingers glide over the screen when I send him a message.

Me: *devil and middle finger emojis*

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