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Lance

The Vipers had really pulled through for me, not only finding me a private jet but also securing a hotel suite and a wedding chapel.

I didn’t want my bride to get married in the same dress she’d had on that morning.

Despite the urgency I felt over making her mine, we did a little shopping before our appointment at the chapel.

And not just for wedding attire, but at least a week’s worth of clothes as well.

She chose a floral strapless number for her wedding dress that hugged her breasts and trim waist and then flared over her sexy as fuck hips.

I was already picturing what she’d look like with that dress flipped up and her bent over the bed.

I’d decided to dress for the occasion, since I only intended to get married once, and had on black slacks with a shirt, tie, and vest. No way in hell I was putting on a jacket, unless it was made of leather.

Gwennie didn’t seem to mind though, if the naughty look in her eyes was any indication.

Fuck, if she looked at me like that every time I dressed up, I might have to do it more often.

I was sure I could find an occasion for it every now and then.

While she’d been shopping, I’d made a side trip to a specialty shop up the block.

The packages were to be delivered to our hotel suite, which we’d already checked into.

Gwennie reached for her bags, but I stopped her and instructed the clerk to have them delivered to our room.

I made sure to pay a nice tip to ensure it was done quickly.

Since I didn’t have to pay for the room or the jet, I could splurge a little and pamper my princess. She deserved it.

Her hand trembled in mine as I led the way to the chapel.

I knew what we were doing was completely insane, and I was actually a bit surprised she’d agreed to it, but I didn’t for one moment regret my decision.

Gwennie needed me, and just maybe I needed her too.

I’d been with more women than I could count over the years, but it had always been cold and meaningless.

I’d been in search of a release and nothing more.

With Gwennie, I felt alive and consumed with passion.

I knew it would eventually fade and change to something else, something deeper, and I was okay with that.

All that mattered was that she was mine.

I felt like a possessive asshole, which really wasn’t like me.

I’d never given a fuck if a woman was mine or not.

Hell, I hadn’t even had an official girlfriend before.

One night stands had always been my style, and if I ever went back for seconds, I knew other guys had there between rounds.

It never bothered me. At all. But the mere thought of another man’s hands on Gwennie and I was ready to commit murder.

She was unlike any woman I’d ever met, and I meant that in a good way.

All I’d ever known, in an intimate sense, were the sluts and whores who hung out with the Vipers and on street corners in my old neighborhood.

Most of the girls I grew up with were now working girls, and I didn’t mean at a desk job.

Unless it was under the desk, on their knees, with their mouths open.

Gwennie would never fit in with my friends, I knew that, and still I held onto her with both hands in a white-knuckled grip.

The Vipers would give me hell for marrying someone so prissy and high maintenance, even though she’d been fairly easygoing so far.

I wondered how long it would take her to realize that she couldn’t live without Daddy’s money, regardless of how much cock she got every night.

I hoped like hell I was wrong. She was eager and seemed genuine.

I was going with my gut this time, and praying I didn’t get burned along the way.

Deep down, I had to wonder if she was just picking the lesser of two evils.

At least with me, she got multiple orgasms. With her dad, she was likely to be sold like cattle.

I wasn’t used to feeling self-doubt and it sucked big ass donkey balls.

She seemed to like it when I was in charge, making demands of her.

I knew she got off on my dirty talk during sex.

One thing was for certain, once we said “I do” it would be a lot harder for her to escape me.

Despite my doubts, I was going forward with this marriage and then I was going to fuck her into a coma.

I hadn’t lied to her. I had no plans for us to leave the hotel except maybe to eat and take in a few shows.

The moment I’d felt that pussy wrap around my dick, I’d had the insane urge to get her pregnant.

Pregnant women couldn’t run away, right? Waddle away, maybe.

The chapel wasn’t quite as tacky as some that we’d passed along the way.

At least there wasn’t an Elvis impersonator.

Some old granny, probably the officiant’s wife, was playing an organ in the corner.

Gwennie had a stunning smile on her face and seemed genuinely happy, even though I knew this was probably a far cry from her dream wedding.

If we had more time, and didn’t have to worry about her fuckwit of a father, then I’d have gladly given her a nicer wedding at home.

Maybe we could renew our vows on our one year anniversary or some shit and do things the right way.

I wanted her to know that she meant more to me than a quickie wedding.

We said our vows and exchanged rings. When it was time to kiss the bride, I had to hold myself back.

If I gave her the kind of kiss I wanted to, she’d end up in the middle of the aisle on her hands and knees with me balls deep inside of her.

I wasn’t sure she was ready to put on a show just yet, and I wasn’t too keen on someone else checking out my new wife.

I’d had sex in front of people before, and while I might treat my wife like a two dollar whore in the bedroom, I wasn’t about to fuck her in front of strangers.

I might have blue balls by the time we reached our hotel suite, but I was going to keep it in my pants until then.

My phone rang and I saw it was the shop. It was odd for them to call so late so I answered, hoping the building hadn’t burned to the ground in my absence.

“What’s up, Jim?”

“Boss, you know that flashy Mercedes we have right now?”

“What of it?” I asked.

“Some rich guy came by asking about the woman who was driving it. Now, as far as I’m concerned, I didn’t see nothin’ and I didn’t hear nothin’ earlier, but he’s demanding to know where his daughter is.”

Fuck me. If he’d traced the Mercedes, that meant…

“Give me your phone,” I barked at my new wife. She gave me a startled glance before pulling it out of her purse and handing it over.

She had twenty missed calls from “Daddy” and another fifteen from “Thomas Kale III.” I popped the battery on her phone and pulled her SIM card.

It wouldn’t surprise me if they had already traced her to Las Vegas, but I wasn’t going to make it easy for them to find her.

The hotel wasn’t registered to her name, but they could easily go from hotel to hotel flashing her picture until they located her.

Fuck! Why couldn’t anything ever be easy?

“What’s wrong?” Gwennie asked.

“Your dad showed up at the shop. If he traced your car, then I’m sure he’s traced your phone too.”

She paled.

“Jim, if they come nosing around again, tell them you don’t remember her. As of now, she’s family. We just got married and that’s her asshole father. Keep them off our trail as long as you can.”

“You got it, boss,” Jim said before hanging up.

“Come on, princess. We have a marriage to celebrate. If your father is on his way here, I want to enjoy as much of our honeymoon as we can.”

She looked worried, but nodded her agreement.

I never had asked for Gwennie’s last name.

Well, her former last name. But if Daddy lived up on the hill, then he was someone important, as far as our tiny town was concerned.

In the big scheme of things though, he could very well be a small fish in a big pond.

Just because he had money, didn’t mean he had true power.

The Vipers ran our town, even though the rich people on the hill liked to think they did.

I wasn’t too concerned. Legally, Gwennie was old enough to make her own decisions, and now that she was my wife, her place was by my side.

Even the police chief couldn’t say otherwise.

I just wished there was a way to make everything go away quietly.

I didn’t want to physically hurt Gwennie’s dad, but if I could find something to hold over him, then maybe I could make him leave us alone.

“What’s Daddy Dearest’s name, princess?”

“Gregory Montcliff.”

I froze in the middle of the damn sidewalk. “You’re a Montcliff?”

This is when it would have been awesome if our quick Vegas wedding officiant had said our last names during the ceremony, or if I’d paid attention when we’d gotten our license. I’d been going out of my mind for no fucking reason. Not if Montcliff was her dad.

“Is there something wrong with that?”

“No, princess, that means everything is actually pretty damn perfect right now. How much do you know about your daddy’s finances?”

She shrugged and gave me a blank look.

“Your daddy’s hands are about as dirty as they get. Remember the Scarlioni family I mentioned? The ones who own the jet we’re using? The Vipers aren’t the only ones in business with them. Your Daddy Dearest is too.”

She snorted. “Yeah, right. My dad is in bed with the mob. Have you ever met my father?”

“Don’t need to, princess. His name speaks for itself.”