Be a Doll(18)

MATHIS


“You may kiss the bride,’’ the priest said with an indulging smile, officially ending the wedding ceremony.

I turned to face Lila and once again her beauty was like a sucker punch. I knew she’d make a gorgeous bride, but I hadn’t expected feeling quite so possessive upon seeing her walking down the aisle toward me. And when we said our ‘I do’s’, I was rock hard in front of the priest. I didn’t care as images of my wife under me, writhing while I fucked her was all that was on my mind.

Her eyes, big and unblinking, locked with mine. I was well aware that kissing me was the last thing she wanted and a part of me hated that. Not so much that she didn’t want to kiss me because it showed her character, her spirit and that’s exactly what attracted her to me in the first place. What bothered me was doing something such as a kiss when she didn’t want it. Not once in my life did I ever have to kiss a woman who didn’t want me to.

Under the watchful gazes of my family and a few important business partners and clients, I closed the space between Lila and I. I cupped her face in one hand and a damn shiver went down my spine when the warmth and softness of her skin registered on my fingers and palm.

She stopped breathing when I leaned down to reach her perfect plump lips and I breathed her in right before my mouth met hers. Her perfume, heady, enforced more decadent thoughts to my mind. And then, finally after spending two months fantasizing about touching her, I kissed my wife.

Everything in me told me to deepen the kiss and taste her, fight for dominance, but instead, I only brushed my lips against hers, once, twice and then a final third time. Right when I pulled back, I nipped at her lower lip discreetly and I smirked down at her when she gasped. My eyes immediately found hers and I didn’t turn around to face the guests now all on their feet, clapping for us in celebration of our wedding.

She narrowed her eyes and forced a stiff smile that didn’t reach her eyes bright with anger.

Instead of taunting her, I put her hand through the crook of my arm and we faced everybody with a fake smile from her and a smirk from me as we slowly made our way out of the room to join the party in another room rented at the palace.

Just as we were followed and approached by my sister and mother while my father was once again trapped with his own parents, I leaned down to whisper in my wife’s ear. “How does it make you feel to be Mrs. Mathis Grimes?’’

She glared at me and I was like a moth to a flame upon seeing the fire in her eyes, so bright, so irresistible. I couldn’t really explain what it was or why it had such an effect on me, but it never failed to make me want to take her in all the ways humanly possible.

“Murderous, Mr. Grimes.’’

I chuckled at her clipped tone and I knew it only enraged her more. The bouquet in her hand that wasn’t in the crook of my arm shook.

“Now, Lila, I think you should start calling me Mathis. Or husband if you wish.’’

“You’re despicable.’’ She gritted her teeth and I caught sight of a tiny muscle in her delicate jaw jump. “Why do you find pleasure in tormenting me even more than I already am?’’

I glanced over my shoulder and saw my mother and sister getting closer and their huge smiles and happiness contrasted furthermore with my wife’s despair and disgust. Today was one strange day because not once had I ever thought thinking of her as my wife, calling her my wife and being a married man would make me this excited. It had been so long since I had last felt quite like this, whatever this was.

I stared at her without answering her question and drank in the beauty she was. Beyond the fact that the dress she picked was perfect for her and with just enough of sexiness that made me want to fuck her with it still on, she was a stunning woman without showing an air of condescension I was used to seeing on beautiful women.

“I don’t think I had the opportunity of telling you how beautiful you look today.’’

“What?’’ Her eyes widened and her hand in the crook of my arm tensed.

“I’d really love to take your hand and show you the kind of effect you have on me, but my mother and sister are on their way.’’

She gaped at me right when I looked away from her mystified gaze to greet my mother and sister with more warmth than my usual. It looked like my wedding softened my edges, but it hardened one other thing.

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LILA


“Welcome to the family, Lila,’’ Megan said, holding her flute full of bubbly French champagne up to cheer me and my husband after her bridesmaid speech. I’d lie if I said that my heart didn’t squeeze in my chest and a warmth hadn’t overcome me.

For someone like me who had nobody, no family or friends, hearing someone welcoming me in their life as Megan did and her mother too, it’s something I wanted to clutch onto even with the current circumstances and the man beside me who blindsided me with his compliment and his comment regarding the status of the situation in his pants.

I clapped with everybody else and stood up to hug Megan when she walked toward me. Her thin frame against me and her sweet perfume that invaded my nose were enough to make me all soft momentarily, pushing away the nightmare that awaited me later tonight.

“Thank you,’’ I whispered against her ear as I pulled back and offered her a real smile, full and completely genuine, the first one in years.