Page 26 of A Sixpence For Your Shoe (Revenge Brides #6)

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Vincent

M isha arrives home looking happier, and it warms my heart. Our wedding is tomorrow, and I don’t want her to be thinking about her mother on our special day.

“Did you have fun, little raven?” I ask, pulling her into my arms as she walks through the door.

“It was an amazing day.” She smiles sweetly, snuggling into me. “I got everything done that I needed to do. I can’t believe it’s tomorrow.” She wiggles excitedly and I laugh at her. She’s so full of life and energy. She’s young, and beautiful and she makes me feel young.

She makes me so fucking happy.

“Did you eat?” I ask, raising my brows as I look down at her.

“No, we have so many leftovers here, so I thought we could just nibble on those. There is going to be so much food tomorrow - the caterers have gone overboard - so I wanted something light and easy for dinner.”

“Fair enough. I’ll warm some things up for us.” I pull her with me towards the kitchen, my arm wrapped around her lower waist.

“Your dress arrived about an hour ago. It’s hanging in the guest bedroom.”

“What?” She squeals. “Please - tell me you didn’t peak.” She says in horror.

“I didn’t. I promise you.” A low chuckle rumbles through me. “It’s bad luck for me to see the dress before the wedding.”

“I know. I was worried.” She gasps. “It’s also bad luck for me to stay with you the night before the wedding.”

“No. You can’t leave me.” I complain, reaching out towards her, forgetting about the food I was dishing up.

She giggles and runs her fingers playfully across my lips.

“I will leave you tonight. I’m going to stay in the hotel that you booked for me knowing full well that I would not be here tonight.” She grins.

“I think I blocked out that part. I didn’t want to remember it. I can’t believe I have to survive a night without you.”

“But then after that - we can be together every single night for the rest of our lives.” She smiles the most beautiful smile, lighting her bright green eyes and warming my heart.

“I’m going to love you every single day until I take my last breath.” I promise her, leaning close to kiss her.

“I believe you.” She whispers, snuggling against me and causing my cock to go hard.

A low growl rumbles through me as I press my cock against her.

“You don’t have to stay over, just stay and play a little?—”

She shakes her head, grinning wildly. “Not a chance. In fact, because I can’t trust you to behave, I am going to eat dinner at the hotel.”

“Raven, no,” I sigh.

“Mmhm.” She nods seriously. “I’ll grab my dress. And the next time you see me - I’ll be wearing it.” She says, her eyes are filled with excitement.

“I can’t wait, my dark little princess. I honestly can’t wait.”

“Me either. I really love you, Vincent. With my entire being. My heart and soul. I can’t wait to marry you.”

Reluctantly I let her go when she steps away from me.

But before she leaves, she runs back towards me, her dress bag slung over her arm, she presses her lips into mine and kisses me with force and passion.

Then she leaves, throwing me one last cheeky smile.

Leaving me standing in the kitchen with a raging hard-on and the widest grin.

I can’t wait for tomorrow. It’s going to be the best day of my life.

Anxiety spikes and I laugh at myself. I’ve never been this nervous and excited about something in my life.

Standing in front of the mirror at the hotel I check my suit for the tenth time. Masaccio laughs at me. “You look great, dad.” He muses. “You really like her, don’t you?”

“Love, Masaccio. I love her. I’ve never experienced this kind of love. Different love, yes, but not like this. It’s so - intense. So deep.”

He nods as though he understands. As though the love he shares with his wife, Leora could ever come close to comparing to the love that Misha and I share.

He doesn’t understand how tightly darkness can bind two people together.

We see each other for who we are, and I am so fucking happy that I have found someone who I never have to hide from. Or her from me.

I want to see her in every moment of her truth. Her anger, her fears, her joy, her love, her darkness. I smile.

I want all of her darkness.

Together, we can rule this fucking world.

“I think it’s time to get going.” Tuomo says, sticking his head through the open door.

“We’re coming.” Mas confirms, standing up and grabbing the ring box.

I chose not to have a best man. And Misha does not have a best woman. This wedding is about no one else but us. It is our union. People are here only to witness it.

“Did you give her the coin?” I ask Tuomo before he slips away.

“I did. What is that about anyway? She’s going to be uncomfortable with that stupid thing in her shoe the entire time.”

I chuckle. “Your generation knows nothing about tradition, my boy. Something old, something new. Something borrowed, something blue. Six pence for your shoe.”

“That’s a child nursery rhyme.” He huffs, amused. “It’s for luck. I get it. But I don’t see why she should be uncomfortable the entire night.”

“It’s not only for luck, kid. It’s also to ward off evil and ensure riches in the lives of the bride and groom.”

Masaccio rolls his eyes, and he sighs loudly.

“It’s too late dad.”

“What?” I ask, confused.

“It’s too late to ward off evil after the life you’ve lived. You’ll need more than a sixpence in a shoe.” He laughs.

I pick up a book from the table next to me and throw it at him, but we are all laughing.

Maybe he’s right. But there’s no harm in following traditions - just in case.

Standing at the altar I am stiff, and the anxiety has tripled. What if she changes her mind? What if she runs? All of these stupid thoughts are taunting me. Telling me I don’t deserve someone as beautiful as her.

But I do. I fucking deserve her love and her obedience. She is mine. I fucking want her, and I will have her.

The church organ begins to play, and I take a sharp breath, staring down the red carpet towards the open church doors, waiting for my first glimpse of her.

She steps out, her long, lace-and-silk wedding dress is black as night. As dark as my soul. And more beautiful than I could ever have dreamed.

It dips low over her chest, with thin straps glittering across her shoulder bones. A soft black veil hiding her eyes from me, but even beneath it I can see her smile, her lips painted as dark as blood. As rich as the reddest rose she is carrying in her hands.

I watch her walk slowly towards me and hear the crowd around us gasp - in complete awe of her.

A whisper hush runs through the church as she steps up onto the platform alongside me.

I stand closer to her and slowly lift the veil off her face, letting is float down her back.

Her eyes are greener and brighter than ever before. Her happiness shining through them.

I stare at her, into her soul, as the priest speaks of love and eternal life. My life is with her. Forever. And my heart is screaming so loudly with that knowledge that I want to grab her in my arms now - I want to hold her and never let go.

Impatience spikes through me and I shoot a warning glance towards the priest. “Get to the good part.” I snarl.

Misha giggles and throws me a look that says I should be patient. But I’m not. I want her.

The priest hesitates and stammers quickly over the vows, making us repeat after him that we will love each other until the day we die. That we will take care of each other through sickness and in health. I grit my teeth - I want to hear him say the words.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.”

I grab her in my arms and swing her backwards, pressing my mouth against her red, red lips. I kiss her with fierce passion. With full possession. I kiss her until neither of us can breathe.

She giggles against my mouth and digs her long nails into the back of my neck, pulling me close.

When we stop, staring into each other’s eyes, the crowd screams and shouts excitedly.

I scoop Misha into my arms and carry her back down the aisle.

My dark, cheeky, beautiful little Raven. She is my wife. She is my everything.

On the dance floor at our reception, surrounded by other guests, dancing to the same song, beneath the same glittering sky of stars - I pull her close and whisper in her ear. “I’m sorry your mother couldn’t be here, my dark princess.”

She shakes her head. “Vincent, this was the happiest day of my life. It is perfect. Everything is perfect. One day, when the time is right, I will sort things out with my mother. But today - it’s about you and me and no one else.

” She pulls herself tight against me and I kiss the top of her raven black hair.

“It’s about you and me, little raven, no one else.”

After our dance I don’t want to wait anymore. She’s been pressing herself against me all night, helping me hide my hard-on and giggling every time.

Taking her hand, I pull her towards our table where we ate dinner with the family.

“Celso, get the boat ready, we need a lift to the yacht.” I demand.

Celso stands up. “Sure, Dad. I’ll be out by the jetty. You guys can meet me there.”

“We’re going on a yacht?” Misha says.

“We are, and I have so many more surprises for you.” I grin.

“I have a little surprise for you tonight too.” She bites her lip and the look in her eyes sends a thrill of desire shooting through me.

I growl, low and fierce. “I can’t wait to see what’s hiding beneath this dress.” I whisper in her ear.

“You’re going to love it.” She winks at me.

Grabbing her hand I don’t even bother saying goodbye to any of our guests. We are heading straight for that jetty so that I can get my wife alone on the yacht and do absolutely anything my heart desires with her.

When we reach the edge of the beach, I lift her into my arms, knowing her heels will make it nearly impossible to walk in the sand. She sighs happily and leans into me, nuzzling her face into my neck. “You’re perfect, Vincent. My husband. ”

Celso has the speedboat waiting for us. He’s going to drop us at the yacht and then come back to shore. The ride there is a little windy, but he takes it slow, and I hold Misha close.

Her hair falls loose, and her veil is whipped up by the wind and stolen into the night.

She smiles as she stares into the dark sky after it. “It was meant to be free.” She grins, secretly brushing her hand over my cock in the dark.

It throbs and presses hard against my pants.

“Go faster,” I command loudly, and Celso pushes the throttle.

“Have fun, you two,” He laughs once we are safely on the yacht and he’s pulling away again. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” He shouts as the boat revs, and he races back towards the shore.

“Alone at last.” I whisper, pulling her into my arms.

She bites her lip and tilts her head towards the cabin. “I can’t wait anymore. I want to play.” She says, teasing me.

“I agree.” I growl, and lift her over my shoulder while she squeals with laughter as I carry her into our bedroom below deck.

The wind howls against the side of the yacht, but we are warm and comfortable in the massive king-sized bed.

The waves lapping against the side of the boat add to the ambiance and the thrill of being with her tonight.

I lower Misha onto the bed, letting her slide slowly off my shoulder, then I stare down at her.

“The dress is beyond gorgeous, little raven. You look like a goddess,” She wiggles, kneeling on the bed, then stands up in her heels, a little unsteady and twirls for me, but loses her balance and falls into my arms.

“Wait.” She giggles, kicking her stilettos off. A coin falls from her left shoe, and I smile as it chimes to the floor.

“Let me try that again,” She says, steadying herself with her hand on my shoulders she stands on the bed again and twirls to show off her dress.

Halfway through her little teasing dance I grab her and slam her onto the bed, and she screams in delight.

I slide my hand up her layered dress and run it along the inside of her thigh, feeling the suspenders, the lace, the temptation.

Lying my body over hers I kiss her as I slip my fingers inside her pussy, wet and warm and pulsing over my fingers. She moans and rocks her hips against my touch.

“My wife.” I growl against her lips.

“My husband.” She whispers against mine.

I pull her up so that I can untie the braided cord holding her dress onto her body.

“Wait.” She giggles, squirming away from me. “I want to keep it on - for the first time.”

“I want to see your lingerie.” I snarl.

“And you will - because we are going to be fucking all night.” She giggles.

I love the sound of that.

She grabs the front of my shirt and pulls me onto my back on the bed as she straddles me, the soft layers of her black wedding dress spilling over the entire bed.

But I can feel her pussy rubbing over my cock now. I growl as I thrust upwards. I need to get these fucking pants off.

Reaching beneath her dress I tug the belt open and rip the pants, freeing my cock from the restraints. She moans sweetly as she rocks against me. To my delight I feel the wetness of her pussy sliding up and down over my cock. Crotchless lingerie. Perfection.

“I can’t wait, little raven. I need to fuck you now.” I warn her.

She nods and a sly little smile spreads across her lips.

I lift her slightly, grabbing my cock and pressing it into pussy. I moan with deep satisfaction as I pull her down onto my cock, impaling her, sitting her full weight onto me so that I can bury myself deep inside her.

She gasps and shudders in delight, then starts to rock slowly back and forth. I grab her hips, wanting to take control and fuck her hard.

But she simply shakes her head and wraps her delicate fingers around my wrist.

“I told you I have a surprise for you.” She whispers darkly, her eyes glittering.

She lifts my wrists towards the bedpost and snaps a pair of handcuffs onto them.

“What is this, little raven?” I ask tensely. I am the one in control. Not her.

She giggles sweetly and tilts her head to the side as she starts to ride me harder.

“Let me play, sir, let me ride you with my little pussy and when I set you free, you can punish me however you want.” She giggles again and my heart races with desire.

Fuck me. She is fucking perfect.

“If you don’t un-cuff me now, I am going to punish you far worse than you might like.” I warn her.

She winks, dancing over my cock.

“That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.” She whispers, leaning close to my ear and dipping her hand beneath the pillow to pull something out.

The silver blade catches the light and makes me clench with fright.

“What the fuck.” I snarl angrily.

She gently traces the blade over my throat. “I’m just making sure you understand how naughty I can be - so that you punish me properly when it’s over.” She says darkly.

“I’m going to shove my cock into your ass, little pet. You are going to be screaming.” My cock throbs inside her and I feel her pussy tighten as she rides me harder.