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He rubs his fingers over my lace-covered pussy, the underwear insanely expensive, white and to Nikolai’s taste. His mouth comes down on my shoulder, and he sucks on my flesh as he pushes the lace to the side to thrust two fingers into me. It’s slow, agonizing, a tease to the brink, a lesson in lust and anticipation and edging, and I’m shuddering, everything burning, aching for him.
“We’ve got all the time in the fucking world, Rose.” He nudges up to my ear as his thumb slips up over the freshly-waxed flesh. “I intend to enjoy it. Undressing, playing, taunting, dressing…”
I scream more abuse at him that’s just sound, and he laughs. “You’re bad for my fucking ego. Not a drop of fear in you when it comes to me.”
He slips to the front and kisses me, taking the gag in his teeth and pulling it away.
“Bastard.” I seek his mouth, his tongue, the magic that it holds, but he continues to finger me, easing his head back just enough that he’s not quite in reach. Instead, it’s just his hot breath and the hotter promise of him and what his mouth is capable of. “Of course I’m not scared of you, Niko. You’d never hurt me. Ever.”
My voice catches and he shifts, coming to my ear again. “Not you, Rose.”
“E-Even my heart. You wouldn’t hurt that. W-We’re not joining the others, are we?”
He pulls his hand free from my pussy, and there’s a sucking sound. I’m not pleased with him I’m upset, I’m…I don’t know what I am. I’m a jumble of such intensity, I don’t know what to feel.
Then, his thumbs hook into my panties, and he pushes them down. “No, we’re fucking not. We’re going somewhere else.”
“We don’t need to get married, we—”
“Rose, you’re fucking stuck with me. We’re getting married, but on my terms.”
I swallow. His… I frown. I can’t see a thing, so all my other senses compensate. I feel the reverence in his touch, the note of uncertainty in his voice, the love. “What terms?”
“Something I think you’ll love.” He takes hold of the front of the wedding gown and rips before he shifts away. When he returns, he’s something cold and hard between the rest of the dress and my skin.
“Stay still, Rose. I’m cutting this off.”
I scoff. “Youcouldtake me down from this hook.”
“That’s no fucking fun.”
I barely breathe as he sets to work, removing the dress and all the underwear.
He steps back, and I know he’s observing me. I can see the look in my head, feel the satisfaction on my skin. My nipples are hard, and I know I’m almost dripping.
“Fucking perfect.” He steps back to rub the juices from my pussy all around my thighs, ass, and clit. “Fuck, I want to eat you.”
I smirk. “So do it.”
“Before the fucking wedding?” He sounds scandalized, and I try to keep hold of my outrage. “What kind of a man do you think I am?”
“A bad one? The worst? Mine?”
“Yes. Now, Rose, as tempting as you are, I’ll wait.”
I hate him for never letting that slip of a word go, and suddenly, it sinks in. “We’re getting married? Naked?”
“Don’t fucking tempt me. No, but you accused me of not taking an interest, so now, I am. You and I are doing this tomyspecifications. I’m going to undo your hands. Be a good girl and keep the blindfold on.”
* * *
He dresses me. Panties, stockings, shoes. A balconette bra that doesn’t seem to cover anything, and finally, a dress. When he removes the blindfold, the boat is docking, and for a moment, I can’t think.
Nikolai is fucking stunning. He has a black tux on with a deep cream shirt and a beautiful silk black tie. He’s style and class and the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. On his lapel is a rose.
My reflection is a woman in love, one worthy of being on the arm of a man like Nikolai Wilder. The dress fits like it’s made for me, and I suspect it is.
It’s fitted, silk, and it sweeps up from just above the floor to show the red shoes on my feet to a small, knotted bow in the back where the dress cascades down. He fastens a slender ruby collar on my throat. No veil.
