Chapter 41

CHAPTER 41

VAR

" G et your gorilla paws off me, you fucking bastard!" she cried.

As I carried my blushing bride down the hall, I heard Anton say to Mac, "Aw. How sweet. It's just like the day they met."

Assholes.

As Vivian squirmed and pounded at my back, I gave her bottom a hard smack. "Easy, wife . I'll have you in the bedroom soon enough."

"Why you… why you…"

With a kick to the door behind me, I crossed the bedroom and tossed her onto the bed.

She bounced up and off it. Pushing her gorgeous dark hair away from her eyes, she faced off with me. "You cretin!"

After I shrugged out of my tuxedo jacket, my fingers moved to the buttons on my suit vest. "Now is that any way to talk to your husband?"

Vivian gestured violently between us with her hand. "We. Are. Not. Married." She then waved her arm in the direction of the door. "That… that… farce … couldn't possibly be legal."

Pulling my vest off, I tossed the bowtie aside, untucked my shirt and pulled it over my head. "I assure you, it most definitely is legal. Now take off that dress."

She crossed her arms over her chest. "I most certainly will not."

" Krasivaya , this marriage is getting consummated one way or another. It's your choice whether it is lovemaking in our bed, or—" I raised a single eyebrow, leaving the rest unsaid.

Her arm stretched out to her side as she narrowed her gaze. "I am not getting into that bed with you."

With that she marched past me into the bathroom and slammed the door shut.

I kicked off my shoes.

Damn, only married a few minutes, and I was already having fun.

With my bare foot, I kicked the bathroom door down, not even bothering first to check to see if she had locked it. I knew my girl. It'd been locked.

Vivian shuffled to a far corner holding a crystal ear swab decanter over her head. "Don't come near me."

I reached down to unbuckle my belt. Pulling it through my pants loops, I stretched the thin black leather between my fists. I would have to be careful. Unlike with my usual heavy brown leather belts, this dress belt would be like a whip and cut into her flesh.

"Throw it, baby girl. I fucking dare you."

She threw it.

Ducking as the shards of crystal shattered against the wall near my head, I lunged for her.

There was no escape for her.

With my arm wrapped around her waist, I lifted her off the floor.

Despite the weight of her wedding skirt, she kicked out. "Let go of me!"

I swung around and bent her over the marble counter between the two sinks. Twisting my hand into her hair to keep her in place, I lifted my arm with the belt as she glared at my reflection in the mirror. "Time for a little domestic discipline."

I flipped her skirts up to pool at her lower back.

Damn, she had a fine ass. This was the first time I was getting such an amazing view of the curve of her hips, her booty, and her long legs, which were enhanced by the spiked high heels she still wore.

The view was enough to send a man to his knees. I knew I'd done nothing good in my life to deserve such a curvy, hot piece like her. Probably why I had to force her to marry me, I thought sardonically.

It didn't matter.

She was mine now.

And it was past time she recognized it.

Tearing off the white silk panties to expose her creamy skin, I ran the cool patent leather side of my belt against her skin.

Her torso bucked as she tried to dislodge my grasp. "Get off me!"

"Not until we come to an understanding."

I lifted my arm and swatted the strap of my belt across her ass cheeks.

She cried out.

I swatted her again and again. Dark pink lines appeared in the faint blush on her skin.

"Ow. It hurts!"

"You know what else would have hurt? Getting beaned in the head with a fucking crystal bowl."

"No fair! You ducked in time!"

Tossing the belt aside because I didn't want to risk deeper marks on her beautiful skin, I caressed her ass with my open palm in several soothing circles before raising my arm and bringing it back down. The satisfaction of feeling her skin against my palm almost made me come right then and there.

Not until I'd spanked her enough to raise a rosy glow did I stop.

The moment I did, she tried to rise.

I placed a restraining hand on her back. "Stay right there. Unless you want more of my belt."

She swiped at her wet cheeks as she stared at me through the mirror. "I ha?—"

"I know. You hate me," I interrupted as I lowered the zipper to my pants and pulled out my cock.

As I fisted my shaft, I smiled. "But there is at least one thing we can agree on. How much you like my cock."

Her eyes widened. She opened her mouth.

I raised my hand with my palm open. "Were you about to lie to me?"

With an angry huff, she snapped her mouth shut.

"That's what I thought."

Reaching over her, I pumped a generous amount of aloe lotion into my hand before running it over my cock.

She shifted to stare at me over her shoulder. "What are you—oh, hell no!"

Again, she tried to rise.

Stepping closer until my thighs touched the back of hers, I once again placed a restraining hand on her back. "Oh, hell yes."

"Varlaam, don't you dare try to fuck my ass! I'm warning you."

I pressed the head of my cock between her ass cheeks. "Are you a virgin back here?"

She didn't answer.

With my palm still covered in lotion, it made a pleasing splat noise when I spanked her ass. "Answer me."

Her hands curled into fists. "Yes," she growled through clenched teeth.

"Perfect. Glad I waited until our wedding day."

The head of my cock pushed against her tight rosebud. With a shift of my hips, I pushed until the head popped inside her body. I loved how the skin around her hole smoothed and whitened from the pressure of my shaft.

It was taking all my restraint not to just plow deep into her impossibly tight hole. I knew she could take it and thrilled at being treated roughly during sex, but I still wanted to be a gentleman about it. At least for once…

"It's not our wedding day," she fired back defiantly.

Dilemma solved.

I thrust forward.

As her sweet body clenched around me, Vivian cried out. "Ow!" She stretched her arms behind her and beat my thighs with her fists. "Take it out! Take it out!"

My hands wrapped around her hips to hold her steady as I pulled back until the pressure of her outer ring clutched around my head. Then I thrust in again. And again.

Each time opening her body to the domination of my cock.

Fuck, it felt good to be the man to take her anal virginity. I wanted to howl with primal pride.

"Where's my cock, baby?"

"Fuck you."

I thrust harder. "What was that?"

"Oh, God! Fine. It's in my ass," she whimpered.

"Where?"

She rose onto her forearms and glowered at me in the mirror. "In my ass, you bastard."

I gripped her hip and drove my cock deeper inside of her. "You have such a cute way of saying… husband ."

Her body was so responsive to having my cock inside her pussy, I knew her ass would be the same. I just needed to get the right amount of pressure and rhythm. Just in case, I leaned over her and shifted my hand between her legs.

Cupping her pussy, I pushed my middle fingers inside of her. Through the thin skin, I could feel my cock thrusting against my knuckles.

Vivian slammed her open palm against the counter over and over again as she rose on her toes.

Objective achieved.

God, I fucking loved this woman.

When I was seventy years old, I'd still be chasing her around the room, wanting a taste.

"That's it, my bad girl. Come from my dick in your ass."

She moaned as her head fell back between her shoulder blades.

Then her body bucked as she slammed her palm several times on the counter again. "Oh, God! Oh! Fuuuuuuccckkk!"

Only then did I unleash.

Thrusting violently several times, I pulled out and fisted my shaft as I came, wanting to watch my cream covering her now gaping hole.

I was going to love being married to this woman.