“We’re going to freshen up before dinner,” Olivia announces, taking me by the hand.
“Dinner’s in forty-five minutes,” Mila informs us.
Olivia is practically running up the stairs and down a long hall. She come to a stop outside her bedroom door, pausing before she opens it.
“Would you be more comfortable if we stayed in one of the guest houses?”
The lack of privacy never occurred to me. Fortunately, in a house this size, I don’t think it will be a problem.
“If you’re okay being here, I’m okay.”
Olivia opens her bedroom door., Stepping inside she closes it.
“I moved into this suite when I was sixteen. It’s at the opposite end of the house, away from the master suite.”
“Where’s your brother’s room?”
“Julian lives in a guest house. He hasn’t lived in the main house since our father married Mila.”
Olivia’s words about her brother come unbidden, ‘My brother loves a woman he can’t have. And he uses sex as a shield to keep anyone from getting close’ and I wonder if the woman he loves is his stepmother.
“We have forty-one minutes until dinner.” I say, checking my wristwatch. “How should we use the time, Sunshine?”
“By not wasting any of it.”
We reach for each other simultaneously, stripping away clothing until we’re completely naked. I lift Olivia into my arms, carrying her to the bed. We stay entangled for half an hour, before rushing through a shower together.
Everyone is at the dinner table when Olivia and I enter the dining room. Frost stands to greet his sister, whispering something that makes her blush. We take our seats, joining Julia and Mila. Olivia looks around the table with a worried expression, arching her brows.
“Where’s Dad?”
“He’s not up to joining us tonight,” Mila says. “Maybe tomorrow night.”
“I’ll visit with him after dinner,” Olivia replies.”
Mila smile is warm and kind when she says, “I think he’ll enjoy that.”
“Would you like to meet my dad?” Olivia’s childlike voice is evidence of her worry.
“Spend some alone time with your father this evening. You can introduce me to him tomorrow.”
Olivia nods and I squeeze her thigh under the table, giving her my strength and support. After dinner she’s racing up the stairs again, this time it’s to see her father. Julia heads out to her home on the estate, and Mila follows Olivia upstairs.
“Will you join me in the library for a drink?” Frost asks.
“Lead the way.”
The library looks more like an upscale cigar bar. Leather chesterfield sofas and club chairs make up the seating. Bookshelves line the walls displaying rare books, cabinets devoted to every spirit imaginable, brandy, bourbon, gin and my favorite scotch. I’m not a smoker, however, the collection of cigars is impressive.
Armagnac,” Frost offers, holding up a bottle of French Brandy.
I accept, knowing it’s time for the face to face he’s so adamant we have. He pours brandy into two crystal tumblers, one for me and the other for him.
“Tell me, Wolff. Why the rush to marry my sister?”
Frost doesn’t waste any time with small talk, getting right to the heart of the matter. Olivia, the woman we both love. I can’t say I hate he’s protective of my fiancé. If I had a sister and a guy like me so much as looked at her, I’d be ready to end him.
“You barely know each other.
“The number of days, hours, or minutes don’t matter. I'm no sheep. I own the skin I’m in, and I've never hidden who I am from Olivia. She knows my heart and I know hers.” We share the same heartbeat; one can’t exist without the other. I don’t tell him the last part.
“She’s my only sister. I will never stop looking out for her.”
“And as her future husband, I can tell you it’s commendable. But when she becomes my wife, it won’t be necessary.”
“Because you take care of what’s yours.” Frost throws my words back at me, reminding me of the day Olivia chose to go home with me after leaving the hospital.
“Do you honestly believe your sister will choose to be with a man who didn’t make her feel safe and couldn’t protect her? Does that sound anything like the woman she has become?”
Frost’s brow rises as if considering my questions. He takes a drink of the Armagnac, finishing it off. Refilling his glass, he takes a smaller sip.
“My family isn’t exactly the epitome of happy endings,” Julian asserts.
“Isn’t it about time you had one? And I can’t think of anyone more deserving than Olivia.”
“Make her happy, Wolff or die trying.”
Accepting that this is as close to a blessing I will receive from Julian Frost, I nod. We have another drink, and the subject changes from marriage to business. My future wife comes from a very wealthy family. Frost Haven has been around four generations, growing larger with each.
A tap at the door brings our discussion to an end. The door opens slowly, revealing platinum blonde hair behind it.
“Are you done interrogating my fiancé?” Olivia asks Julian pointedly.
“Your fiancé hasn’t been interrogated,” Julian smirks. “Much.”
“I’d like to steal him, if the interview is over.” Olivia returns her brother’s smirk, mirroring his expression.
Julian laughs, inviting Olivia in. “We were just about the call it a night.”
Olivia enters fully, sliding into my arms.
“We’ll talk again, Wolff.” Julian says before he exits.
The door closes, leaving Olivia and I to ourselves in the library.
“How was your visit with your father?”
“It was good, but he tires easily so it was also short.”
The sadness in her eyes give way to excitement when I ask for a tour.
“Show me all your favorite things growing up here.”
Stepping out of my embrace, she grabs my hand leading me out the door.
Saturday evening Olivia and I skip dinner with her family. Instead we dine alone, in the garden at sunset. Olivia prepares a casual dinner, better than any five-star restaurant. The table and the lanterns in the garden remind me of the first date she planned for us. My cock remembers too, especially dessert.
“I would like to have the wedding here at Frost Haven,” Olivia announces over dinner. “I want my father to walk me down the aisle, but I don’t know if he’ll be in any condition to travel to California.”
Olivia has shared with me the state of her father’s health and after meeting him I share her concerns that he may not live to see her get married.
“Whatever makes my bride happy is what I will give her.”
“Besides, the gardens are absolutely beautiful.”
“To my absolutely beautiful fiancé,” I say, raising my wine glass. “And the wedding of her dreams.”
“To the marriage of our dreams,” She amends.
I never thought I would marry, but when I realize the example my father left me and the example my grandfather still sets for me, I know I want it more than anything. I want to spend the rest of my life bound to this woman.
“To the marriage of our dreams,” I repeat, clinking my glass against hers.
We stroll the gardens after dinner, enjoying the night air. Olivia shivers and I wrap my jacket around her shoulders.
“I’ve gotten too use to the California weather,” Olivia says. “I’ve almost forgotten how cold upstate New York can be in mid-October.”
“I promise to keep you warm,” I tease, pulling her into my arms.
“I promise to love you in good and bad weather,” she vows, pushing up on her tiptoes.
Eager to have her lips against mine, I bend my head, meeting her halfway. Our mouths crash violently, teeth and tongues claiming each other greedily. The dominant in me wants Olivia on her knees servicing my cock with her mouth. My jacket falls off Olivia’s shoulder
s, spreading at her feet. The stars align, giving me my wish. Releasing me from our kiss, my sunshine kneels before me. Staring into the depth of my soul, she unfastens my jeans, liberating my cock. It bobs up and down, thanking her. Her smile could light up the night sky. My hand reaches out, unable to resist the feel of her skin beneath my fingertips, I stroke her cheek.
“So, fucking beautiful,” I praise her.
When her lips circle my cock, my fist clenches her hair and the husband to be in me rejoices with anticipation.
In the six weeks since announcing our engagement, Olivia continues to recover and plan our wedding, coordinating every aspect with Julia’s help from Frost Haven. Oma and Opa have been on hand to help as well. Giving my sunshine her dream wedding also means working with her brother, Julian, who insist my family stay at Frost Haven for the celebration. ‘She’s my only sister. Her new family is my family,’ He points out, in many of our conversations since Olivia and I became engaged. He still isn’t one hundred percent on board, but he’s warming up to me and that’s in part due to Olivia. His sister’s happiness is all he cares about and since making Olivia happy is my priority, Julian and I have come to an understanding.
I forgo a bachelor party, opting instead to reconnect with my family on a more meaningful level. Don’t get me wrong, some of us will have a hangover come morning. My meager guest list consists of exactly twenty people. My uncles and aunt, their spouses and eleven cousins. Elise, my parent’s oldest and dearest friend is here for me, along with Nigel, her forth husband. I must confess he’s always been the best man for her. Speaking of best man, that honor goes to Colin. I don’t use the term ‘true friend’, especially in my circle. Hollywood isn’t exactly famous for cultivating friendships. There are some but not many. Colin is one of the few people I choose the call a true friend. He knew I was falling in love with Olivia before I did.
“How does it feel?” Colin finds me at the bar, replenishing my drink. “Seeing you with your family is another reason to celebrate.”
“None of this would have been possible without Olivia. Falling for her changed everything for me.”
“Love has a way of making you see things in a whole new light.”
“You sound as if you speak from experience.”
Colin has had a few long-term relationships over the years, but no woman ever had his heart, at least none I’m aware of.
“I haven’t been as lucky in love as you my friend.”
Not one to dwell on anyone’s misfortunes, I change the subject.
“Olivia’s cooking show, A Taste of France has been picked up by the Food Network for three seasons.” I share the news with Colin.
“That’s great. You both must be thrilled.”
“She is, and I’m so proud of her success.”
“How is it, living and working together?”
Olivia and I have been living together for two months now. Adapting to our new living arrangement has been a transition for both of us.
“There were a few challenges, but we’ve been able to find the balance between our personal and professional relationship.”
“I know I don’t need to say this to you, but as your best man I feel it’s my obligation.” Colin’s tone is serious, causing me to listen eagerly. “Don’t fuck it up.”
“To not fucking it up.”
Colin raise his glass with me in a toast.
With less than an hour until the wedding, my only job is to get to the alter. Anticipation kept me awake most of the night. Imagining my bride walking down the aisle. Saying the words that will formally bound us to each other. Olivia and I plan to take a month-long honeymoon, with stops in France, Italy and Greece. We’ll be back at Frost Haven for Christmas. The thought of having her all to myself again has me adjusting the crotch of my tuxedo trousers.
We haven’t had much alone time in the week we’ve been at Frost Haven. To say I’m looking forward to our wedding night is a vast understatement. More than anything I want to see her belly swell carrying my child. Heaven help me, I never used a condom with her. Olivia could be pregnant now. We never discussed birth control, which is fucking irresponsible on my part. It never occurs to me to protect myself. I have no fear with her. No fear that she will ever betray me in that way. I can only assume she feels the same way, it would explain why she never insist I wear a condom.
I make my way to the greenhouse, past the gardens at Frost Haven. Standing at the altar, my best man, Colin, and the minister wait for me. The room is overflowing with loved ones here to celebrate our union.
My body hums with energy, sensing her presence. All of our guest stand as Olivia glides gracefully down the aisle, escorted by her brother, Julian. The crowd murmurs when they stop halfway down the aisle. Julian attempts to help Jeremy to his feet, but he waves him off. Standing proud and tall, Jeremy Frost escorts his daughter to the altar. He shakes my hand before placing Olivia’s hand in mine.
The ceremony goes off without a hitch, concluding with the seven words I’ve been waiting to hear.
“I now pronounce you man and wife.”
“Kiss your bride.” Colin urges.
Holding myself in check, the kiss is relatively tame. But she lets out a deep sigh, causing our family and friends to cheer for us. I release her reluctantly.
“I present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Dorian Wolff.” The minister announces.
Hand in hand, my wife and I stroll down the aisle, passing well-wishers with genuine smiles. Once we exit the greenhouse, Olivia and I climb into a carriage, transporting us to the clubhouse for the wedding reception.
“Take us to the main house first,” Olivia instructs the driver.
“What are you up to, Mrs. Wolff?”
“You’re wound tight, Mr. Wolff. You need to relax.”
“That would require me fucking you,” I whisper.
My lips linger, brushing against her neck. I'm utterly under her spell. Until her, nothing satiated my hunger. She feeds my addiction with unconditional love. And I must have her.
“That’s the plan.”
The carriage comes to a stop and I jump out. Lifting Olivia out of the carriage, I carry her into the house, over the threshold and upstairs to her bedroom. Placing her firmly on her feet, I give my wife the kiss in private I didn’t want to share with the public.
“That’s more like it,” She moans against my lips.
Pinning her to the door, my hand tightens around her throat, collaring her. Breath play gives me a hard on like nothing else. I hold her there on the edge. Her response tells me that it turns her on too. Her eyes shine like stars, bright and reactive.
“I love you, Mrs. Wolff. I don’t ever want to hurt you.”
“Is that why you’ve been holding back?”
I don’t mention the shooting or anything Carina did to her. I simply tell her the truth.
“I want you in ways we haven’t begun to explore yet.”
“I think I like it rough, Sir.” The dominant in me takes notice. “I want you unleashed, Mr. Wolff.”
Her mouth covers mine, preventing further discussion. Yielding to Olivia’s demands I give in, giving myself over to her. My arms wrap around Olivia’s waist, lifting her off her feet. Carrying her to bed, I allow my wife, my lover, my submissive to take pleasure from my body.
“I love you, my gray wolf.”
“I love you too, my sunshine. You’ve given me a new beginning, let me give you a happy ending.”
Chapter 26
Olivia
DORIAN AND I HAVE BEEN blissfully married for two and a half months. In that time, we haven’t been to the Asylum once. As a matter of fact, the last time we were there, we didn’t play at all. It was the night of our reconciliation. The night he shared the darkest parts of himself with me. That was also the night everything changed for us.
We’ve been healing together and separately. Dorian continues to see Dr. Deed and I’ve reached out to a friend, Avery West. She has experienced a trauma in her past, far mo
re devastating. She has helped me to cope with the lingering anxiety I have about being held against my will. ‘The trauma you experienced doesn’t define you. Don’t let what happened to you breed self-doubt about who you are and what you need.’ Avery’s advice gave me the encouragement I needed to embrace my more submissive side.
My husband is a dominant. My dominant, and I understand his needs as well as my own. Surrendering to his sexual appetite and trusting him to satisfy mine has always been a part of our relationship. My submission is a gift I give to him willingly. I crave his dominance just as much as he needs my obedience.
Tonight, Dorian and I are returning to the Asylum, for the annual Valentine’s Day Masquerade.
“What are you wearing?” My husband comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my naked body.
“The smile you gave me,” I moan, enjoying my post orgasmic high.
Turning in his arms, I face my husband. “Is there something specific you want me to wear?” I question.
“A smile, anything else is optional,” Dorian teases.
“Are you okay with meeting me at the Asylum?”
“Only because I don’t want to ruin the surprise you have planned for me.”
I had to confess to Dorian, the reason for meeting him at the Asylum, instead of arriving on his arm.
“Thank you.” My lips brush against his, showing my appreciation.
Releasing me reluctantly, Dorian steps away to dress for tonight’s festivities. When he enters his walk-in closet, I lose sight of him. Lying on our bed, with my heels up behind me. Propping my chin up with my right hand, I wait for him to re-emerge.
Dorian saunters into the master suite fully dressed. I look him up and down, branding every detail to memory. He’s wearing black leather pants, that sits low on his hips and a white collared shirt, untucked and unbuttoned, underneath a black velvet suit jacket.
“Your wife must be a fool to let you go out by yourself looking like that.”
A sensual smile curls his lips. As he strides toward me, his shirt opens exposing his chiseled abs. My eyes follow the happy trail from his navel to the huge bulge pressing against his pants and I lick my lips. He’s absolutely mouthwatering.
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