Chapter Two

Tallulah

I 'm shivering in front of the church doors. In a second, they are going to fly open and I'll walk out, down the aisle and up to the love of my life standing in front of the altar.

Again.

But Xavier Gunn has been patient enough with me and now it's time for me to prove my utter devotion to him. I know deep down I could never let him down again. I've become so conditioned, and I have no doubt that part of this is Stockholm Syndrome. But to me, it's love.

Every time I look at him, my heart skips a beat. His dark eyes, his chiseled face and the tattoos that mark his body like war markings from battles fought long ago. I love everything about him and I can't wait to spend my life submitting to him fully and proving to him just how much I love him.

The doors finally open and I take a deep breath, looking up through the veil that covers my face. I can see the outlines of people in the church, sitting in the pews as I start walking up the aisle. I wish my little sister was here, but I need to do this on my own. My father refused to walk me down the aisle, so I raise my head high and do it myself.

This isn't an event appropriate for children, anyway. My wedding dress consists of a garter and feather-trimmed veil, and nothing else.

I can hear the shocked gasps coming from the crowd. They quickly quieten down as the guards make eye contact with a few of the guests, cocking their guns in a silent warning.

If anyone objects, they are going to meet a gory death. The whispers die down and I ignore the sight of my parents in the front row as I walk up to Xavier, standing in front of the altar.

I can't quite make him out from under the veil. I can tell he's wearing an expensively cut, professionally tailored suit with a pair of Italian leather shoes I desperately want to rub my pussy against. His hair is slicked back and his dark eyes glisten with need for me. The tattoos on his body are mostly concealed now, though hints of them peek out from under his shirt sleeves. Diamond cufflinks adorn his wrists. He's not wearing a tie, but he looks so handsome like this, with his shirt slightly open.

It's not like I'm very dressed up for the occasion either.

The priest starts talking but most of the words filter out for me after Xavier pulls me against him by my waist. His strong hands roam over my body, touching and feeling every part of me before he pulls the veil over my face and exposes my blushing cheeks to the entire church. I glance at everyone in the pews, but Xavier takes my face by the cheeks and forces me to look at him.

"Don't look at them. You're only allowed to look at me," he rasps. "This moment is about us. I will not let anyone else intrude. I want your full attention, angel."

His voice drowns out the words spoken by the priest. I'm getting so needy again just being next to him. I'm desperate to throw myself at him… To rake my fingers over his naked body and beg him to take me, pushing his cock inside me again and again. Even though he fucked me just this morning, I'm already desperate for more.

Somewhere deep in my mind, the old version of me laughs bitterly between screams. Oh, how deeply I've fallen.

I force the warning voices to shut up. All that matters is the need I feel in the pit of my stomach. The one that tethers me to Xavier, my only savior in this world.

A brief pause follows, and I soon realize it's because the priests just asked if anybody objects to our union. I don't expect anybody to step up and say anything, they're all terrified of my husband.

But then one of my father's men picks himself up off his chair and glares at Xavier.

"If no one's going to say anything, I will," he says. "This is fucking wrong. You're marrying a girl you conditioned into a lifestyle she never wanted. She hated you when she left Heath's house! She never wanted anything to do with you, you sick fuck!"

His words are suddenly cut off as Xavier clicks his fingers. It takes less than a second for a guard to aim his gun right at the man's chest and shoot.

A few people scream as blood sprays over them. The man's lifeless body topples to the ground and I feel his blood all over my veil, my garter and all over my naked body. I feel numb.

I can't believe he just did that. I can't believe he killed somebody right in front of me on my wedding day. But there is no room left to object.

"Get to it," Xavier hisses at the priest. "I want to be married to her now ."

The priest looks terrified, as if he's about to run for the hills, but he seems more scared of what Xavier will do to him if he doesn't finish the ceremony. He quickly makes us say I do. Xavier rushes him through the part where I have to give an answer, which makes me wonder whether he thinks I'm going to turn him down. But there is no way I can do that. Not anymore. I've become hooked on his dark abuse. I can't help myself from wanting more and more from my dark guardian.

The moment Xavier says I do after me, he dismisses the priest and half the congregation. My parents are escorted out, shaking their heads, Mom wiping tears from her otherwise stoic face. Xavier only allows the guards to stay behind, silently staring ahead as he bends me over the altar.

"I've waited long enough," he growls.

I giggle because I know it's only been a few hours since he was inside me.

"I need to have you like this. I need to make memories with you like this. I need you to know you belong to me and you will never be anybody else's."

"Yes, Master," I whisper, already falling under his spell. "I'm all yours. No one else gets to touch me or look at me."

"From now on, we're going to limit how much you talk to other men," my husband whispers as he forcibly tears the veil off my head. "No more talking to my employees from now on. When you speak, you are only allowed to address women, or me."

I'm ashamed of it. But the thought of it all excites me and I can help grinning as I think of all these new rules he's setting up for me. I'm so eager to impress him, I'd do anything to please him.

I start nodding at the exact moment he pushes himself deep inside me. His thick cock fills me up to the very brim. I utter a moan that never seems to end, deepening and becoming needier as he starts pushing into me. Pushing himself deeper and deeper inside.

I feel like I'm going to burst from being so full. I want to tell him to stop but every muscle in my body fights it. I want this, I want him. I want him to come inside me even though I'm already pregnant, which I haven't told Xavier yet.

The thought of our baby growing inside me has me so excited. It gives me hope for a future where everything can work out for us. Maybe this baby will be the way to bring us all back together. My parents, Xavier, and even my little sister Matilda. I've been hoping that someday we'll be able to reconnect and perhaps grow a future together. But I suppose I've already made my choice…

If I was forced to pick between them, I would pick Xavier. He's my husband now - there is no running away from this anymore. I've fully succumbed to him and I'm his property now.

As he fucks me, I grab the altar, fingers bending painfully as I try to dig them in too deep into the wood. I'm getting so turned on, so close to a release, getting closer and closer to an orgasm. But I know better than to have one without his permission. Xavier has made it clear that I have to ask every time…

"Please, Master! I want to come now!"

"Angel," he says, chuckling against my hair. "You want to come already? Nobody's given you permission yet. You'll just have to wait a little while longer, because I'm not ready. And I could come right now, angel, so fucking easily… But I'm not going to. I want to enjoy this moment for as long as I can, and have everyone watch me take you."

It's only at that point that I realize we're still not alone in the church. There are several people here, about six guards who stare at us with stony faces. They don't seem to respond to anything we're doing. But when I glance at their trousers I see more than half of them are having some problems keeping their erections down. Their throbbing dicks are visible from where I am and it makes me giggle with excitement.

Xavier pounds me harder and harder against the altar. I put on a show for the guards, begging, shouting Xavier's name over and over again, and begging him to come inside me. He doesn't give me what I want right away. Not before smearing the drops of blood I have all over me into my skin, massaging them against me until they soak into my body. I feel dirty as fuck. A man just died here.

I am having sex on the freaking altar of a church. But I can't help myself. This is what happens to me around Xavier, I can barely hold back. I can't control myself. This is what he's turned me into. And he seems to enjoy it… that's all that matters to me.

"I'm going to count you down," Xavier tells me in a deep, hoarse voice with an unmasked need dripping from his words. "From ten, angel. When I reach zero, you better fucking come with me."

He starts counting down, starting at ten, slowly building up over the numbers as he goes down, down, down, and down. But I need him to go faster because I'm getting so close to an orgasm I'm sure I'm going to come before he'll let me. I groan and beg, saying his name over and over again as he gets to the number five and starts counting in halves. It's driving me crazy. All he does is laugh darkly against my ear.

Xavier's cock stretches me to the point of breaking. I don't know how he ever fit inside me. But now I feel so stretched… It feels like my pussy is going to break on his cock.

"Take it, angel," he says, and then rattles off the last of the numbers so quickly, I barely have time to prepare myself for the orgasm that finally rips itself to my body, rendering me speechless.

Stars dance in front of my vision and I scream and beg for a release that's already ripping through my body. And as it happens, I already want more and more of him. My husband, my godfather, the only love of my life and now the man I belong to.

Because I am nothing but property.