Married to the Bad Boy

by Vanessa Waltz

Risk what? I take it from her and grab the bottle of sparkling cider instead, filling her glass with that.

  “To us.”

  A weak smile flickers on her face as she bumps her glass against mine and drinks. “I can’t believe we actually did it.”

  She shoots me a guilty look that makes my insides flip. We both said we would keep a distance from each other—we wouldn’t let feelings get in the way, but it already feels different. That small little band around her finger marks her as mine. She’s an extension of myself—my reputation, my pride, even my life.

  No one can fucking touch her while I’m alive.

  “I can’t wait to see that piece of shit’s face when he sees my ring on your finger.” My arm wraps around her waist and I pull her over my lap, running my hands over her bare arms.

  “It’s not official until the marriage is consummated.”

  Her voice is like a caress over my cock. It hardens between my legs, throbbing to life when she gives me that steamy look.

  “Fuck, you’re right. No matter how many times I’ve filled you with my cum—”

  Elena’s cheeks, already rosy, darken in color. “Tony, the driver!”

  I grin as I glance at the partition in front of us.

  “Do you think he’d mind if I fucked you in his backseat?”

  Her eyes widen. “Tony, no! We still have the reception. Don’t you fucking dare mess my hair!”

  “I don’t give a shit what your hair looks like.”

  “Well, I do, and that’s one thing you’re going to have to learn as my new husband. How to compromise.”

  Laughter shakes from my chest as her face burns with fury. “Compromise?”

  “Yeah. You know, doing things you don’t necessarily want to do for the sake of getting along. Meeting each other halfway?”

  It sounds like hell. How many times have I heard guys bitch about their wives demanding that they attend their father’s birthday party, or their sister’s baby shower?

  “But you’re my wife. Aren’t you supposed to fuck me whenever I want?”

  “Yeah, it doesn’t work like that. This ain’t the fifties.” This time she grabs my jaw and gives me a slow, burning kiss.

  I pull back from her, breathing hard.

  “What’s the point of being married, then?”

  The dress sighs as she lifts her shoulder in a shrug. “Responsibility toward one another. Did you even listen to the vows?” she says with a laugh in her voice.

  “I was too busy thinking about how I was going to consummate the marriage.”

  The car rings with her laughter, which is a relief to see. Elena doesn’t smile often, but when she does it makes my heart pound.

  I pull her into another kiss, sliding my hand under her dress to grip her smooth thighs. She traces my abs over the dress shirt, and then over the bunched-up fabric where my cock grows. Fuck. I make a fist in her hair. She makes a complaining sound, but I don’t give a shit.

  “I’ve got all the cards, and I’m not sorry for it. I’m not going to compromise. I’m not going to change. You picked me, remember?”

  Her mouth trembles. “I didn’t know this would happen.”

  “Well, neither did I, hon. I didn’t expect your pussy to taste so sweet.”

  “Don’t talk to me like that. I’m not just your fucking plaything.”

  That word makes my blood scalding hot. She’s not just a toy. Not anymore.

  “No, you’re my wife.”

  She lays a hand on my neck and heat flares across my skin like a sudden burn. I can’t believe how instant it is—like an allergic reaction bursting all over me. It’s automatic, now. I have no control over my body. She launches herself at me, so quickly that I’m convinced she’s fighting me, but then she crushes her fiery lips against mine, and I free my cock from my slacks. I rip the pins from her hair and pull her tresses down until her beautiful, wavy brown hair spills over her shoulders and she shakes her head with a relieved sigh.

  “I didn’t wear panties.”

  I almost laugh out loud.

  “So considerate.”

  My hand strokes her inner thigh, inching closer until I discover that she’s right. My fingers brush over the smooth skin joining her leg to her hip. She didn’t wear panties to her own wedding. Jesus.

  I palm her pussy and stroke the line of wetness gathering between her legs. It glides over my fingers as she inhales sharply. The sound of her juices makes blood pound in my ears, and every small sound is amplified. The blood rush starts in my head, running to every surface until I can feel my lips burning. Every fiber of my being wants her. I fist my cock as a bead of precum rolls down my shaft, and she raises her hips silently. Her eyes burn with the same need.

  She sinks down, her soaking-wet cunt almost immediately swallowing my cock. Her heat wraps around me and instant bliss floods into my veins, pounding through me. It’s much more intense now. All I can see is her. All I can feel is the blood rushing to my erection. She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me feverishly, and I marvel at the fact that something as simple as a kiss could make me so goddamn hot for her. I grab her shoulders and thrust into her as the car drives on, laughing when the driver slams the privacy screen over the partition.

  “Tony, we’re going to be there soon.”

  “Like I give a fuck.”

  Elena shudders in my arms and I lift up her dress, bunching it in my hand so that her bare ass sits on my legs. Fuck, it’s a sexy look. I grab both cheeks and lift her, watching as my thick cock slides out of her, shining. I hammer her hard, loving how she gasps at the force of my thrusts. Then I spank her ass so that the sound cracks in the limo, which has finally stopped.

  Panic fills her gaze. “Tony, we’re here. They’re going to open the door!”

  Buried balls deep inside her, I throw her dress back over her ass just as Johnny opens the door. How the fuck did he beat us here?

  He takes one look at our disheveled appearance and his face cracks with a wide grin. Elena burns like the setting sun.

  I feel no shame.

  Johnny shakes his head. “Couldn’t wait ’til after the reception?”

  “Fuck that.”

  Laughter booms from his chest as he shuts the door on us, shaking his head as he walks to the sidewalk.

  “Oh my God, I’m so embarrassed.”

  “You are?” I turn her face toward mine and thrust hard. Her blush deepens. “’Cause if you are, I’ll stop.”

  There’s no fucking way I’ll stop.

  “No, don’t.”

  “That’s my girl. Focus on me.”

  “But—” She turns her head, distracted by the group of people waiting outside.

  “Forget about them, hon. Trust me, they wish they could be in my shoes. Too fucking bad you’re all mine now.”

  With her face buried in my neck, she lifts her hips and grinds my cock, making me gasp. It’s so sudden, and then she’s lifting her body and she moves between my legs. She kneels in her wedding dress and takes my wet cock in her hands. I fist her hair.

  It’s so fucking wrong.

  Her lipstick smudged, she takes my cock deep in her mouth and I rut her. Her lips close, making a tight seal as I pulse in and out of her mouth.

  All the way. All the fucking way.

  She’s my wife, and I’ll make her drink every fucking last drop. I make her swallow my cock. It bulges down her throat as she kneels on the floor of the limo, taking her husband in as deep as she can. Her lips squeeze against my balls. Holy fuck.

  My cock releases hot jets of cum as I keep her head there, her tongue swirling around my head. I groan and pull out, pulsing a few more times as more streams burst from my head.

  My chest tightens painfully. I brush the strands from her face as I lift her up with my other arm. Then I pull her over my lap and give her another kiss. It’s soft, and electrical shocks keep making my breath catch.

  I’ve never felt like this before.

  Her lips move and we break ap
art. “We should probably get out of the car.”

  My eyes flick toward the crowd of people waiting for us, and I suppress a laugh. “I guess.”

  “Jesus Christ, I’m a mess.”

  We both do what we can to fix our appearances and then we step into the wintry air. They howl at us the moment we leave the limo, Francois, Johnny, all of them clapping their hands. It doesn’t bother me. We’re married. Married people have sex. Who the fuck cares?

  Elena does. She shoots me a heated look as we walk to the reception hall, which is a beautiful place. Glass windows everywhere, and a garden surrounding the outside. Elena gazes at the high ceilings and mouths a, “Wow.”

  As soon as we walk in the room, the guests stand from their seats and applaud us. Elena’s hand twitches in mine as we take our seats at the sweetheart table. My mother beams at me from the table with my aunts and cousins, and I feel another twist of guilt.

  The evening drags on. They clink their silverware against glasses and I bring Elena’s burning face in for a quick kiss to appease the assholes. I see all the attention wearing on her. She smiles at me, but there’s a tinge of fear trembling her lips. Or maybe she’s just overwhelmed.

  This isn’t what I wanted either.

  Tommy joins us at the table, dressed in a dark charcoal suit and wearing a smile on his slick face. “Hey, guys. Congratulations,” he says in a sarcastic voice. “Biggest scam anyone’s ever pulled.”

  The big glass of wine in his hands sways dangerously. He looks unconcerned when I rise to my feet.

  “Shut the fuck up.”

  “Why should I? Doing this behind the boss’s back is really fucked up.”

  “Tommy, you promised.”

  He glares at her. “I didn’t promise to keep this from John. You shouldn’t have put me in this position.”

  Heat builds up in my chest. “I didn’t take any of her money, so you have nothing to worry about. As far as you’re concerned, it’s real.”

  Not believing me, Tommy smiles.

  “Don’t be a fucking jerk, Tommy.”

  “I just got to Montreal. I really doubt the boss will make me a member when he finds out I kept this from him. I know the baby isn’t real—this whole marriage isn’t real. The fucking money you’re going to collect from everyone, the gifts—you don’t think this is wrong?”

  Fucking New York piece of shit asshole.

  I don’t like the way he looks at her. My teeth grind together, and I imagine smashing my fist against that fuckhead’s jaw. Condescending prick.

  “Mind your own goddamn business.”

  “She made it my fucking business when she asked me for help.”

  He’s unyielding, like many guys in the life. He doesn’t make a move unless there’s something in it for him.

  “I’m made. You’re not. It’s my word against yours, asshole.”

  He doesn’t even blink. “It won’t be when I show him that bag of cash.”

  I shove his chest in a sudden rush of rage. “Maybe I’ll just put a bullet in your fucking head.”

  “Tony!” She makes a grab for my arm, but I pull it out of her reach.

  Tommy seethes with cool anger as he takes another sip of his drink. I ball my hands into fists, waiting for him to hit me back, to give me an excuse to beat the shit out of him.

  Instead that dead-eyed fuck grins at me. “Enjoy your night.”

  Asshole.

  He backs away and I watch him slink back to his table. Elena sits back down painfully, as if there are pins in her seat. I sit down next to her and slide my arm over her shoulder, still simmering with anger.

  “Hey, don’t worry about him. He’s just drunk.”

  “He looked pretty sober to me.”

  “Forget about it.”

  She shakes her head, looking troubled by his encounter.

  Through the DJ’s music, there’s a loud crash and a bang. It’s probably a waiter who dropped something, but I still raise my head in search of the noise. A drunken man stumbles into the room, hair swinging around his face. I recognize that puke-stain from his heavy Brooklyn accent.

  Motherfucker.

  “Where the fuck is she? No, don’t fucking—don’t touch me!”

  Elena stiffens like a board when his voice carries over the music, and her face blanches.

  “Stay here. I’ll take care of this.”

  I massage my fists as I get up and stride toward Rafael, who stumbles from table to table. The guys all turn around in their seats to watch him, cruel sneers on their faces. Even I’ve never seen something so pathetic in my life.

  “You better only be here to congratulate me.”

  My sudden voice next to his ear startles him. The guy looks like shit, and he smells like it, too. It’s like he bathed in bourbon before throwing on his wrinkled suit. His hostile face turns right toward me.

  “Where the fuck is she?”

  “You’re going to have to be more specific.” I enjoy needling this asshole.

  His face contorts with rage. “My fucking girl—she’s carrying my kid.”

  There’s something about him that just makes me want to punch his goddamn face in, or maybe it’s the arrogant, cutting tone. The way he fucking looks at me.

  He screams at me. “Who the fuck do you think you are? You think that because you put your cock inside her a few times, that makes her yours?”

  Dipshit takes his jacket off, hurling it on the floor as he rolls up his sleeves.

  He rolls up his sleeves.

  Cute.

  I could take this guy in one move. As far as I’m concerned, it’s not a fair fight.

  “You fucked my girl—!”

  “Be a man, for Christ’s sake. She doesn’t want you.”

  He throws his head back in laughter, his greasy hair sliding in front of his face. “Oh, you think she fucking wants you—that she’s not using your stupid ass?”

  A flash of rage sends my fist smashing against the side of his face. He drops down like a stone, howling. I can’t fucking believe the balls on this guy. I’ll beat the shit out of him if he says another word.

  “Maybe you don’t fucking get it. We’re married. Stay the fuck away from my wife!”

  “Fuck you!”

  He doesn’t fucking learn, does he?

  My shoe launches out, connecting loudly with his ribs. How the fuck did this asshole get in five yards within my woman? What the fuck did she see in him? A low groan leaves his bloodied lips as I beat the shit out of him. He’s nothing to me. With one arm, I grab the scruff of his jacket, half-dragging him through the hall as he screams.

  “PIECE OF SHIT!”

  I let him go. His head smashes on the floor as my fist whirls across his face. Dazed eyes rolls in his head as I straighten, rage simmering under my skin.

  “You want more, you fucking scumbag?”

  “F—fuck—”

  Hands grapple at my arms as I lay another hard kick right beneath his ribs. Rafael gives a horribly, rattling sound as the air leaves his lungs, but I don’t give a shit.

  “Tony, stop!”

  Voices scream in my ear, but my mind is consumed with the girl I never saved. I wasn’t there to protect her, to stop them from hurting her. My fists rain down on his face until I hear his nose snap, and blood gushes like a fountain. The hall erupts in cheers even as two strong arms grab me, pulling me away from him. I could beat him to death. Crack his fucking skull open with my bare hands.

  “I’ll fucking kill you!”

  “Hey! Tony, stop it!”

  Male voices scream in my ears for me to stop as I stare at the barely moving body on the floor. A fresh surge of energy flows through my limbs and I strain against the guys holding me back. I just want to finish the job—get rid of this asshole permanently, no matter how many witnesses there are, no matter if he’s made. I just want him dead.

  “Tony, what the hell are you doing?”

  Ma’s shrill voice joins the medley as she shoves her way through.
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br />   “Oh my God!”

  Ah fuck.

  Luckily Tommy wraps an arm around my mother’s shoulders and steers her away. Rafael’s groans echo in the reception hall as my chest pulses with rapid breaths.

  Fuck, I almost killed him.

  Three guys pick him up off the floor and he stands on shaky feet, nose dripping with blood.

  “The next time I see you, I’ll put a bullet through your fucking head. I don’t care who you are. She’s mine. Get over it.”

  Johnny screams an order in French and they drag him out of the hall. He gazes at Rafael’s limping form, running his fingers through his hair. “He’s a made member.”

  He’s the boss. Don’t rise up. Don’t yell.

  “He got what he deserved.”

  Johnny blinks at the gruff tone in my voice. “I’m still the fucking boss.” He jabs my chest. “You will not fucking kill him, do you understand? He’s off fucking limits!”

  “To hell with the fucking rules. I’ll kill him if he harasses my wife again.”

  He grabs my jacketed arm. “I know you’re pissed, but he’s not just some fucking jerk-off. He’s a member. We don’t kill other members. Especially when she might be carrying his child.”

  I shrug off Johnny’s hand, not caring how bad it looks. Then I stalk back to the sweetheart table, my insides broiling, but Elena isn’t there. She’s fucking gone.

  Blood rushes to my head. Where the fuck is she? My eyes scan the hall for a flash of white, but I don’t see her anywhere, and then I notice that one of the doors leading to the softly lit garden is ajar. I wrench open the door, heart pounding as cold blasts over my face.

  Light illuminates the shrubs and the dirt paths leading into the garden. I take one at random, my breath frosting out in front of me in white clouds. Then I see her blindingly white dress, glowing in blue light as she sits on a park bench, her hands swallowing her face.

  Something goes through me when I see her upset like that. It’s painful, like a splinter digging into my heart. I take off my jacket and approach her, wrapping her shoulders. She jumps when I touch her, and my heart clenches as her tearstained face turns toward me.

  Some fucking wedding.

  “He’s gone, Elena.”

  Brown hair shifts in front of her as she bows her head. “However long that’ll last.”