Black Wedding by Emma Luna
Fuck! I knew she was a badass, but I never really knew how much until just now. I don’t think I ever questioned that she would be more than capable of getting her hands dirty if she needed to. Still, I just assumed I would be the muscle of our little partnership. Instead, she blew that theory so far out of the fucking water that I don’t even think it’s wet anymore. If it wasn’t for her family’s ridiculous rule that only men can lead the Family, then she wouldn’t need me at all. I don’t know why but that’s a fucking terrifying thought.
Walking out of the warehouse in comfortable silence, the sexual tension continues to grow between us. Bree’s eyes keep flirting over me, and whenever she catches me staring, looking at her in amazement, she turns her head. It’s like she is worried that after everything I just saw, I would want to run in the other direction away from her. I don’t.
As we reach the car, I quickly scan the surrounding area and see that we are very much alone. I note a couple of security cameras, no doubt belonging to Vernon, that I will need to get Kellan to take care of later. But right now, I need to show this girl exactly how I’m feeling.
Taking hold of her shoulders, I spin her abruptly, pushing backwards simultaneously until her back presses hard up against the car. I move with her, making sure to stay as close to her body as I can get. Her tiny gasp is like music to my ears, and I don’t give her a chance to do anything else. Using one hand, I fist it into her hair, giving me complete control over her head, while my other holds onto her hip to make sure her body goes exactly where I want it to.
I press my lips firmly against hers, they feel so soft under mine, and I waste no time in dominating them. She moulds against my touch, her body pressing against mine. Her hands grip the front of my t-shirt, the blood of our enemy smeared across us both. It should be disgusting and gross, but if anything, it’s even more of a turn on. I waste no time in swiping my tongue across her lips, demanding access that she willingly gives. Our tongues intertwine, and it feels as though they are desperately trying to pull us impossibly closer. Her taste is sweet yet with an edge that is fucking delicious, and I want to keep tasting all of her, but I know we can’t risk too much outside her father’s warehouse. I don’t want any of her men, or her family to see me fucking her in a car park.
I’m literally getting ready to pull away and tell her we need to take this home behind closed doors when she moves first. Her lips kiss along my jaw, right up towards my ear, and as her breath hits my sensitive skin, I can’t help the groan that leaves my lips. My little vixen makes things even worse by taking one of her bloodstained hands and grips my cock tightly through my already strained jeans.
“Fuck me hard and fast against the car,” she whispers into my ear, sounding like every guy’s fucking wet dream. My brain thinks up all the reasons why this is a fucking bad idea, and I push each and every one of them away.
Knowing that I need to act fast, I spin her around and pull her ass against my denim-covered cock. Her tits are pushed up against the car window, and her back is arched. She looks so fucking beautiful. I wish I could see what she looks like in this position completely naked, how hard her nipples get if they touch the cold glass without the clothing barrier there, but I have no problems making the most of what I have in front of me.
Kissing down her neck, nipping gently along her ear, I get ready to devour her. “Are you sure about this, Princess? There will be no going slow or gentle.” Fuck, I really hope she doesn’t stop me. My cock is so constrained right now I think I genuinely might die of these blue balls if she calls it off, but in this small space of time, she has come to mean a lot to me, and I respect her too much to think with my cock completely.
Luckily, her response is to thrust her ass against my denim-covered cock, but I need to hear her say it, and as soon as I tell her that, she wastes no time in telling me exactly what she wants. “Please, Liam. Please fuck me, right now. I need it hard and fast. We can do it slowly another time, but not now. Now I want to fuck all the adrenaline out of my body.”
With every word she speaks, my cock gets harder and my heart starts to race. This girl really is something else. She is my dream girl, and I plan on giving her anything and everything she will ever want. However, the brief pause while my brain and cock admire the beauty that’s currently moulded between the car and me is long enough for Bree’s insecurities to enter her head.
“Unless you don’t want me like this, covered in blood. I know I can get a bit carried away….” I cut her off with a firm spank to her ass. The spank is cushioned due to her jeans but the yelp that escapes her lips tells me it had the desired effect. “What the fuck?!” she yells, and I can’t help but chuckle.
Pulling her trousers down to expose her sexy, white ass, I gently massage the area on her right cheek that has a slight tinge of pink to it. Her responding moan confirms that she likes to be spanked, information I will happily store away for another playtime.
“You looked like a fucking badass in there. You just confirmed that you don’t need me for my skills. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to be here because I do, no matter how much that might scare the shit out of me. Right now, I have to fuck your sexy pussy. It will be rough and fast, and you will love every minute of it. Then when we get home, I will make sure to do things right. I will worship every part of your body before taking you in all your holes until I own you. I want you to crave me. That sound good to you, Princess?” I ask as I dip my finger gently between her folds and find the answer for myself. She is dripping wet, and I have to bite my lip to stop myself from moaning.
Nodding her head, I quickly remind her that she must use her words to get what she wants. Removing my cock from its denim confines, the head is bulbous and deep purple as it bulges in desperation, pre-cum leaking from the tip. Not that I need to get it any harder, but I still fist my shaft a couple of times, preparing it for her. Stroking it over her ass crack and trying not to imagine how tight and fucking divine it would be if I could take her ass too, but there will be plenty of time for that later.
“Yes, that’s what I want. Please...please, Liam. Fuck me.” Her voice is deep and full of lust as she begs and pleads with me to give her what she wants. The begging is like music to my ears, and I didn’t think I could get more turned on than I already am, but shit, she sounds so hot. If I had time, I would make sure to drag this out, make her really desperate for me until she had no choice but to beg and plead. Yet another thing to add to our ever-growing sexual bucket list.
Giving in to her pleas, I give her exactly what she wants and slide my cock into her soaking wet pussy. I’m not a small guy, and even though she was definitely wet enough, I want to take my time. Once the head is in, our heady breaths mix together in a primal need, and she tries to push her ass backwards to fully impale herself on my cock. I grip her hips in both hands, ensuring that she stays in place. Kissing and sucking on her neck as a distraction, I slowly push my cock further into her hot, tight pussy. She feels like velvet, tightly gripping my dick, making it harder to push the last inch or two in. When I finally bottom out, she moans, telling me she loves how deep I am.
After a couple of seconds, giving her time to adapt to my size, I start to move slowly at first. It’s not long before the sensations overwhelm me, and I can’t help speeding up. I piston in and out of her dripping cunt, and it feels like my cock is wearing a glove that fits perfectly. Don’t get me wrong, I have enjoyed fucking girls in the past, but this feels different, better, and as much as I don’t want it to end, I also know I can’t take it slow. Not just because we were in a public space, that aspect fell away when she begged me to fuck her. The problem is the way her tight walls squeeze my cock, begging me to take her faster. Of course, I’m only too happy to oblige.
The air around us fills with the noise of our bodies colliding, our skin slapping together in a frenzy. Bree’s responding cries of pleasure and pleas for more drive me crazy. My balls start to throb in that telltale sign that I am getting close. The tingles start in my balls before slowly spreading up my spine, and I feel as though all my muscles are coiling like they are preparing for something. The anticipation consumes me, and I feel my heart start to race. Still, I try to ignore the tingling and concentrate on ensuring Bree gets to the finish line before I do.
Given the way her breathing is becoming more erratic, her movements are less coordinated and more frantic. It’s clear she is close. Her pussy is getting wetter with every thrust, yet it still feels like she clenches her walls tightly around my dick.
Reaching around, I push my hand down the front of her body and reach between her soft folds. Finding her hard nub, I gently rub the pad of my thumb across the sensitive point. That is all it takes for Bree to lose control. Her panting becomes desperate, and her muscles become rigid as she desperately tries to push her ass hard against me, trying to hold me in place. With the way her greedy pussy is gripping my dick, there’s no way I could escape even if I wanted to.
Minutes later, Bree starts to fall apart, her orgasm ripping through her body. Her moans are deep and swallowed by my lips as I turn her head and devour her mouth. It’s not the most accessible position to kiss in, but it feels as though we are working on instinct. Finally, her pussy starts to spasm and heats up around my dick. I didn’t think she could get wetter, but I feel a small gush of fluid around my cock as her walls milk my cock.
It’s not long before I fall after her, my body becoming rigid before my climax hits, and I lose control. The tingle in my balls spreads over my body, my nerve endings feel like they are on fire, and I’m being electrocuted. My heart is pounding erratically, but it seems to match the pulsing coming from my cock. I feel as though I am no longer in control of my body, having handed the reins over to the primal desire and just allowing myself to live in the moment.
It’s not long before our orgasms subside, but we both remain there, breathless and lost in the sensations. I can still feel little spasms in her pussy, and I know if I stay in there much longer, I won’t stay soft for long. Pulling out slowly, Bree gasps, and I feel her body sag against the weight of my arms. I hold her up with one arm wrapped around her body while I use the other to pull up her jeans. Looking down, I have to bite my lip to stop the whimper that is embarrassingly trying to escape. Seeing my cum dripping out of her red and swollen pussy has to be the sexiest thing I have ever seen, and I can feel my well-used dick start to harden again. I quickly tuck it away and start thinking with my brain instead of my cock. That’s when the panic sets in.
“Fuck…I am so sorry, Bree. I wasn’t thinking,” I mutter as I turn her around to face me. Her face looks flushed with a light sheen of sweat covering her, and her hair sticks up at all angles from where I held onto her and manipulated her head to meet my needs. She looks properly fucked and it’s probably the most beautiful I have ever seen her look.
As the words register, her face drops, and I instantly hate myself. “Do you regret it?” she whispers, and I feel my heart crack. Her eyes cloud over as they fill with tears she refuses to let fall. I couldn’t hate myself anymore right now if I tried. I never want to see pain on her face again, especially caused by me.
“Are you kidding me? Bree, that was without a shadow of a doubt the best sex I have ever had, and I am already counting down until I can fuck you again. So why would you think I regret it?” I ask.
Her eyes meet mine, and she looks at me curiously, like I am a puzzle she is trying to crack. I know I look confused, but that’s because I am. “I should be asking you that? You are the one who just said you were sorry we fucked and that you weren’t thinking. Just what a girl wants to hear after being fucked hard against a car!” she shouts.
“Woah...no. Princess, you have got this all wrong. I said I was sorry because I fucked you without a condom. I was pissed because I have never done that before. I’m normally really good at remembering stuff like that. No way in hell do I regret fucking you, Bree,” I explain, as a mixture of determination and guilt seeps through my voice. I stand tall and maintain eye contact, so she knows how serious I am. Hell, I’m not even sure how much I care about the condom. I loved that my first time bare was with Bree, but I definitely do not want to knock her up.
Her body relaxes, and she starts to chuckle. Her lips part, and she throws her head back like she is relieved. “Thank fuck for that. I thought you regretted having sex with me, and I really hoped that wasn’t the case because I bloody loved it, and I need more. So much more. Don’t worry about the condom thing; I forgot too. I have never forgotten before either, but my brain wasn’t exactly doing a lot of logical thinking. I am on the pill and am clean, so you don’t need to worry. I kinda enjoyed being able to feel you bare,” she purrs the last sentence, and that’s all it takes for my cock to start to stand to attention once more.
“I’m clean too, and don’t you worry, I already made a list of all the sexy things I need to try with you. I’m going to fuck you so much that you and your pussy will be begging for a break. Now, let’s get home.” I pull open the car door next to her and guide her into the passenger seat.
Just as I am getting into the car, my phone vibrates in my pocket, and I take it out to see a message from Kellan.
Kel: I thought you were going to interrogate a rat, not fuck in the car park. A bit of warning would have been nice. I really didn’t need to see your pasty white ass!
Fuck!I should have known he would hack into the warehouse security cameras to watch my back. I know I should be grateful, but I’m more concerned with the girl sitting next to me who just read the message over my shoulder and now looks pissed.
“Bree, take a deep breath and let me explain,” I say softly, hoping to reason with her enough that she doesn’t take her knife to mine and Kellan’s balls.
“You can explain why your pervert of a friend was watching us have sex or how he managed to hack my father’s security?” she screeches.
“Okay, so your father’s security is an easy question. Kellan had to hack into their security to help me kidnap you. He left a back door open so he can get in and access any security system operated by your father’s team if he ever needs it. That includes this facility. I didn’t know he was watching. He would have logged in to make sure we were safe, and as soon as he saw what was happening, he would have turned it off. He will also have deleted the footage. But I made sure to position myself between you and any camera. So nobody could see you, and that’s exactly how I wanted it. I could have bent you over the hood or fucked you on it. I had all these things in mind, but this was the only place I could keep you out of sight. I’m sorry. I will bollock him, I promise,” I explain, taking hold of her hand and desperately hoping she can see how serious I am.
“You really did that to make sure I was protected?” she asks incredulously.
“Of course. I don’t want anyone seeing your sexy body but me.”
I wait for her reply; she seems unsure about what to say, but before I know it, she leans over and presses her lips against mine. It is a sweet kiss, her lips soft yet firm as she takes what she wants. It’s over far too quickly, and I feel my stomach flip. Her kiss is like a drug, and I am desperate for more.
“Thank you. Nobody has ever been that considerate or said that about me before. I’m not really sure how I’m supposed to respond,” she muses, confusion clear on her face, and I can’t help the chuckle that escapes.
“That response was perfect. Now, let’s go home and find out all we can about the fucking Marcushio’s so we can take them down. Can’t have anybody trying to ruin our black wedding, now can we?”
Now it’s Bree’s turn to laugh, and I love the way her face lights up and how carefree she looks. It makes her look so beautiful. “Why do people keep calling it a black wedding?” she asks as I start the car and pull out of the driveway.
“It’s an old term used by some members of our faith who believe that marrying for any reason other than love taints the sanctity of marriage. It’s also an ancient ritual performed in times of crisis. Two people who have never met before getting married in the hope of warding off whatever plague’s befalling the community at the time. But that concept has been adapted over the years. It now basically means a marriage of convenience or arranged marriage. If we were to do it properly, we would get married in a graveyard, and both wear black. It would also be funded by the community, so their good deeds will be recognised, and the plague will end, bringing around good fortune. Or at least that’s the story my mother always told me.” She listens intently, turning her whole body to face me as she takes in my story.
“Let’s do that. Let’s have our black wedding. If people want to talk and say we are cursed or whatever, then let them. I think the moral of the story is that actually, a black wedding might start off as arranged or frowned upon. Still, actually, the aim is to bring prosperity and happiness to those two people. That is our story. I don’t know where this relationship is going, and I know getting married prematurely without ever having a date sounds crazy, but who knows the future. Maybe we were always destined to get married; this is just expediting things. Maybe we will hate each other in a couple of weeks, I don’t know. But I do know that there is nobody else I want by my side as I take on my enemies and prove I can run this Family.”
I can’t help but smile with every word she says. This girl really is something else. I have no idea if I would eventually want to marry her if we dated normally, but this isn’t a normal situation. This is fucked up, and I know I could be potentially tying myself to someone for life, only to split up with her and still have to pretend. But right now, all I can see is how happy she makes me and how fucking amazing she is.
“I have no idea what will happen between us on a romantic level, but I am very fucking excited to find out. I know we could be risking the business relationship, and when we marry, there’s no going back. But right now, the idea of being without you is not something I wish to think about. So we are going to get married and be a fucking amazing business team, and in the meantime were are going to continue dating and seeing where this thing leads us. Speaking of which, I am taking you on a date on Friday night.”
Her smile lights up her face, and she doesn’t need to speak to know she agrees with every word I just said. Most girls would want to know all the details, but not Bree. She is happy going with the flow and seeing what happens, exactly the type of girl I like.
We drive the rest of the way in companionable silence. Finally, we are greeted at the door to our house by Kellan and a miserable Hallie. Her face is a disturbing mixture of red and purple, with crease lines warping her usually angelic face into something demonic. Her wails could be heard from outside the house, and I can tell why Kellan looks so frazzled. He is trying to sway her and reassure her to quieten her cries. He is pacing up and down the corridor, trying to get her to calm down.
“What’s wrong with my baby girl?” I ask Kellan.
“She is hungry, but I am waiting for the kettle to boil. In the meantime, she is trying to burst my eardrums.”
Before I even have a chance to say anything, Bree steps forward. “Here, let me take her while you go and get the bottle ready. Does she need changing?”
Kellan looks from her outstretched arms to me, and I give him a slight nod. I know it’s not easy for him to trust women right now, but I would trust Bree with Hallie. He knows if I trust her, then he has no reason not to. I’m almost as protective of Hallie as he is. Acknowledging my reply, he hands Hallie over to Bree and almost instantly, she stops crying. Letting out a few whimpers to know she is still hungry, she looks a lot less purple, which makes me very happy.
“I’ve just changed her, thanks. Looks like you have a magic touch,” Kellan says. I detect a slight note of jealousy in his voice, but my hardened stare soon softens that.
Bree leads Hallie over to the couch and settles down with her. She places Hallie’s belly against her own. Hallie turns her head and rests it down on Bree’s chest, looking content. Her face has returned to the angelic looks and her mouth settled into that cute little O shape she makes when she is hungry. As Bree strokes her back and smiles down at Hallie, I can’t help but acknowledge the fluttering in my stomach. I imagine her holding our baby, and I want to smack myself. What the hell is wrong with me? We barely know each other, and yet I imagine her with my kid. I really am screwed.
Not wanting to be exposed to that anymore, I walk into the kitchen to talk to Kellan, but he speaks before I have a chance. “You are so fucked,” he states. There’s no judgement there; it is merely a statement.
“I don’t know what you are talking about,” I reply, although I sound a little less sure of that when the words come out than they did in my head.
“You are falling for her. It’s obvious. But don’t worry, she is equally as fucked,” Kellan states as he shakes the bottle of milk he just made for Hallie before placing it in a bowl of cold water to cool it down.
“I don’t want to talk about it. I have a job for you.” I explain all about Art’s confession and ask Kellan to find out all he can about the Marcushio’s. We need to learn as much about what they are up to as we can. He agrees and is so excited he is practically vibrating with excitement.
After clarifying precisely what I need him to find out for me, we walk back into the living room. Hallie is still lying peacefully on Bree’s chest, looking around at the world, as Bree quietly talks to her, telling her how beautiful she is. Kellan sits down, and Bree hands Hallie over to him for her feed. She guzzles the milk like she has never been fed.
Together we sat for a while, just talking. Bree and Kellan take the time to get to know each other, and as time passes, they become more relaxed the longer they talk. They discover they have a lot in common, and I learn that Bree enjoys football and video games. They share banter over their rival football teams and discuss tactics for Call of Duty. As they start to grow more friendly, I feel myself begin to relax. It’s crucial for me that the two most important people in my life get along.
Our bonding session is interrupted by the doorbell. Bree gets up to answer it as Kellan puts Hallie to sleep in the Moses basket in the corner of the room. He is practically walking on tiptoes and holding her like a live explosive that cannot be jostled.
“What-” I start to speak, and he cuts me off instantly with a very firm yet whispered shush.
“If you wake her up, I will slice off your balls.” Clearly, Kellan’s sleep deprivation is making him a little crazy. So when I offer to watch Hallie while he gets some sleep, he practically jumps with excitement.
Before he can run off to bed, we are interrupted by a loud, high-pitched squeal coming from the hallway. Bree! I waste no time taking off in her direction, and I can hear Kellan’s footsteps close behind mine. Finally, we reach the door, where Bree stands in the open doorway, looking white as a ghost. She is staring intently down at the welcome mat, her hands covering her mouth in what looks to be an attempt not to vomit.
As soon as I reach her, I grab her arm and pull her behind me. I make sure to put my body between her and any possible danger. I see Kellan take a protective stance next to her, too, as we both assess the threat. At first, I don’t see anything, but then I look down at the mat and see what freaked Bree out so much. Lying on the mat is a giant black rat with a dagger pierced through the middle. Blood is seeping from the wound on the dead rat, and it’s clear this has just happened. In addition, there is a note attached to the rat.
Never trust a rat.
If you go ahead with this black wedding, you will be sorry.
No female will ever rule London.
Quit now, or I will rain pain and suffering down on you and all your supporters.
I look over at Bree, who has quickly gained control of her emotions. She is no longer shaking with fear; now, it is anger. “I don’t give a fuck how many times they want to threaten us. We can take on anyone, right?” she asks, and I almost want to chastise her for even feeling like she needs the confirmation.
“Too fucking right. We are doing this,” I assert, and she smiles.
“You are both fucking mad. But, I’m in,” adds Kellan with a shake of his head. He would follow me into the fiery pits of hell, so I had no doubt he would stand beside us for this fight.
“What do we do now?” Bree asks, and that’s an easy response.
“Kellan is going to have a lie down while I watch Hallie. Then I am going to fuck you until you forget all of this shit. Oh, and I have a date to plan.” She smiles at me with her big bright eyes, a look of mischief seeping in. Fuck, she looks so sexy.
I am pulled out of the little bubble we seemed to have created for ourselves when I feel a punch against my arm. I look over at Kellan, who is shaking his head. “No fucking while you are looking after the baby. I am trying not to screw her up too badly, and that definitely won’t help.”
Both Bree and I laugh at Kellan as he trundles off towards the stairs, mumbling about being serious and not wanting to send his daughter to therapy later in life. When we finally hear he is up the stairs, I close the front door and place both hands on Bree’s cheeks, stroking them gently with my thumb. She looks up at me, her beautiful eyes full of lust and admiration. I lean forward and gently place my lips against hers. I pull away quickly, intending for it to just be a light, comforting kiss. Instead, her whimpers have me rethinking.
“Are you okay?” I ask, and in response, she stands on her tiptoes to reach me. Using her arms that she wrapped around my neck, I let her guide me until our lips meet. This time it’s a more prolonged, deeper kiss. We both pull away as things start to feel a bit more hot and heavy than they should while we are babysitting.
“I’m good. I’m going to go and take a shower before Hallie wakes up. I tried to make sure she wasn’t lying in any dried blood before, but I’m unsure how successful I was. I won’t be long. Then we can pick up where our lips left off as we plan to take down our enemies and go on our first date. What a weird sentence,” she adds, chuckling before giving me one last sweet kiss. I watch as she walks away, knowing full well how truly fucked I am and not caring one bit. I want Bree, and I am not walking away.