Chapter 10

We are doing this. We are doing this. I am literally bouncing on my toes with happiness. The most honorable, sexiest man I have ever met is marrying me, right here, today.

After he told me yes, he got up and began making phone calls. He went into the office and didn't come out for like an hour, but in that time, people started showing up. First there was a stylist who came with a rack full of white dresses, none of them traditional wedding dresses, but like that he knew I wouldn't want that. I was also left with six different types and shades of lingerie.

The second lady came, and she brought stuff to do my hair and face. I watched rapt with appreciation while she washed, cut and styled my hair. She didn't do a massive makeover, but I could definitely see the difference. The dark circles are still pretty visible but that is mostly because I am still sleeping like crap.

My nights are fretful and plagued with nightmares of what I endured and saw. Hell to be honest, I am still taking daily doses of Atarax, Zanaflex, and Zofran to help with the withdrawal symptoms. I have done daily telehealth visits with the doctor, and he assures me I am doing well. I mean I hear him but every time there is a loud noise it still makes me jump. Hell, the other day I was standing at the counter, reading and eating and listening to an audio book. I didn't hear Larabee come up behind me. He touched my shoulder, not relaxing. I had those tiny ear things in, and I screamed so loud and jumped so far I hit my back on the counter. He was horrified. Not that I screamed but that he was the one to scare me. So, lots of work to be done. But I try not to dwell on that and take every day as it comes.

Like right now. Right now I am tying the Grecian style dress I picked from the rack of dresses around my neck. The bodice is tight fitting, a silver choker attached to the dress clinging to my neck. Underneath it is a cutout ‘V' showing modest cleavage but given the size of these girls, it borders on overtly sexy. But none of this is why I picked the dress. No. I picked it because the back is bare. Yes, completely bare all the way down to right above the start of my ass. The stylist smiled and nodded before handing me a necklace that apparently goes in the back. He is going to lose his mind.

I decided to go without shoes because we are doing this sans anyone else but the stylist and the beauty consultant who are going to serve as our witnesses. Larabee said the less people who know the better. Knock. Knock. Turning toward the sound at the door I answer it.

"Come in," I call out, wringing my hands no longer as confident in my choice of attire. I see the head of the stylist peek and when she sees me, her eyes light up.

"My how beautiful you look. How do you feel?" Smiling, I look down at my feet before looking back up.

"Nervous. Excited." Horny. I don't say that out loud.

"Well, you look exquisite, and your groom is out here pacing the floor. Are you ready?" Cheesing, I nod my head. "Excellent. Here." She hands me two boxes. I take them also looking at the flowers she has in her hands, realizing they are going to be my bouquet.

Hands trembling, I open up the smaller box and my body begins to shake. I am looking at gorgeous pink diamond earrings. My hand shoots to my chest and words evade me. "He gave these to you to give to me?" I question her. I mean I know the answer, but that is all I can think to say.

"Yes. He was very insistent that you have it before you come out." That sounds like him. Trembling with anticipation, I open up the bigger box and see a matching bracelet with an adornment for my hair that is perfect. "Here let me help you." She grabs the bracelet and puts it on for me and then put the diamond clip in my hair pulling it back from my face. I don't wear the necklace since I have the choker, but I will later when I change into my traveling dress. "There, you are all set." I feel like a princess. "Shall we?" Nodding my head I follow her out of the room and toward the back deck overlooking the ocean, which is where we chose to have it.

My chest feels weirdly heavy but light at the same time while I walk toward him. My mind is zooming through questions, asinine, but valid. Like is he going to like my dress? Do I look pretty enough? Did I choose the right dress? My mind is so busy asking questions that I don't realize where I am until I hear him.

"Holy hell. You are stunning, Piccola." I look into his eyes and all of my nerves disappear. He is standing in front of me, wearing a black tux. His tie is white and cufflinks I can tell are diamonds and well. "Maravillosa," he whispers before touching my back so he can escort me to the officiant. He stops and looks behind me. "Are you trying to kill me?" he whispers where only I can hear him.

"No. I just wanted to look beautiful." His face softens and he touches my face.

"Piccola, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Don't worry about that." Shy but smiling, I nod my head. He holds his hand out and I place my hand in his and finish walking to the officiate.

Once we are standing in front of him, he grabs both of my hands, and we face one another. I am so busy looking in his eyes, that I gasp when I feel cold metal slide over my finger. Looking down I see the most magnificent pink sapphire princess cut diamond being slid on my finger.

"Larabee!" I gasp, putting my hand over my mouth. I begin to weep in happiness until his finger traces the line left on my face and puts it in his mouth.

"Nothing can live up to your beauty, baby, but this was a close second." Oh God. I am in love with this man.

"Are we ready to begin? " The officiant asks. Nodding our heads, we stand side by side, hand in hand, listening to his words of love and devotion. Protection and family. Obedience and patience. When it is time, we say the traditional vows before he hands me his ring to put on his finger. A quiver runs through my hands when I slide his black metal ring on his finger. The feel of the metal is different. He must be able to see the quizzical look on my face. Chuckling he leans down and whispers in my ear.

"It's gunmetal." I look at him amused.

"Of course it is," I say giggling. When it is his turn, he pulls a sapphire and diamond band out of his pocket and slides it onto my finger.

"No getting away from me now, baby." His eyes turn molten when he says the words and I know he is serious.

"I don't want to get away, my hero." His nostrils flare when I call him my hero.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife."

The officiant finishes and as soon as he says the words, my body feels lighter. I belong to someone now. Someone who will let no one else have me. I am truly safe, not just from the men who took me, but from my father as well.

I feel hands at the back of my neck, breaking my thoughts. "Wife." I hear, grumbling in my ear before Larabee kisses me. I feel the possessive part of him edging out, but I also know he is holding back because we have an audience. He turns to everyone and thanks them as we sign our names to the license. "Make sure Dominick gets this now," he says to the man. I hear him, but my eyes haven't left him. I am staring at this man who represents a new beginning for me, and my heart begins to flutter.

Alone, he grabs my face, and his mouth invades mine. I hear something to my right, but I don't care. I can't focus on anything but his tongue in my mouth, claiming me, showing me who my new owner is. The owner I am now aching for. I try to keep up with his commands, the ones he is demonstrating through his grip in my hair and the way he has me smashed against him, so close I can feel his need and strength digging into my stomach.

Finally, numerous lost breaths later, he releases me but doesn't let me go. His eyes burn into mine, searching me for doubts or fear maybe, but I know what he will see. He will see, calm and joy and heat.

"As much as I want to put you on your knees right now on this floor and rut into you from behind like a fucking dog in heat, mating you like a savage, wife, we have to pack and board the jet to head home. Your new home."

My stomach drops hearing that we will not be consummating our union now. I mean I knew we were leaving at some point today, but at least thought it would be after. His thumb traces over my button lip and a sly smirk fills his face.

"Ah, does my Piccola pout when she doesn't get her way?" My eyes get big when I realize I really did that, and it wasn't in my head. I certainly didn't used to. "Not to worry, baby, I will bury myself so deep inside of you, you won"t be able to walk without feeling where my cock was. However, it will have to be in the jet, over the ocean. Now go." He pops me on my ass, and I turn to him, trying to act indignant but really smiling on the inside.

It might not be a conventional honeymoon, but I can feel it is going to be a delicious one.