Page 15 of Wicked Throne

His mouth was so close to mine, his breath tickled me. If he kissed me he would ruin my lipstick. I looked fucking perfect right now, nothing out of place.

"Nathan..."

"I want to..." he said. "I want to be inside you so bad."

"Your wife is downstairs," I reminded him.

"It's never stopped us before, Ivy. You once told me that we could run away together...fuck everything. I'm ready...I can't let you marry this fucking pompous asshole."

I blinked hard.

I swallowed harder.

For years I'd wanted to hear those very words. I had dreamed about them from years down to the look on his face. This was not it. I hadn't imagined on my wedding night, he would finally be ready. He had never even said he loved me.

Shaking myself out of my thoughts, I looked up into his face. I watched his eyes take me in and I shoved at him.

Nathan hadn't loved me.

This was about the forbidden shit we did.

I was his nasty little secret and he was mine. He loved what I could do for him; he loved how I would suck him off and let him fill up my mouth with cum before spitting it into his mouth for him to swallow. Yeah, he loved the sick shit I did for him that he couldn't do with his wife.

"I'm getting married, Nathan....you already are," I went to brush past him but he grabbed my hand.

My mouth went dry as he grabbed my hand trying to stop me but someone called my name. At the sound, I whipped my head towards the voice and looked down the hall to find my father there beaming proudly and walking towards us. Giving Nathan one more scathing look, I shook him off.

"There the two of you are," he smiled at us both.

Even though Nathan was my cousin through my mother's side of the family, my father had treated Nathan as if he were his own son. My father had paid for him to get his Criminal Justice degree and had pulled strings to get him made detective in a matter of years. Yeah, we were a fucked up ass family.

"I thought I'd come and get her, Sir," Nathan spoke up.

"Ahh, you’re such a good boy," my father said. "Elena wondered where you'd gotten off to."

"I should go find her," Nathan nodded to my father and turned to me. "Diamond...congratulations again."

He leaned down and dropped a quick kiss on my cheek before dashing off.

I smirked and thought.Back to his wife that he was never going to leave.

"Well, Ivy...are you ready?"

Turning my gaze to my father, I meekly nodded. I had never done a meek thing in my life but here I was about to marry a stranger. The need to flee was fluttering about in my brain but running would get me nowhere but out of the picture.

I was moments away from becoming Mrs. Thierry Scarpetta.

"Yes, dad...I'm ready," I murmured.

We began the walk and stopped at the top of the stairs. A few guests were standing about and when they noticed us they beamed smiles our way before going to take their seats. I could feel myself starting to sweat in this wedding dress and I just wanted to get out of it.

As we made it down the steps, "Here comes the bride," began to play. I half expected Jennifer Hudson's strong-voiced ass to pop out. All eyes were on me as I approached the makeshift alter, which was decorated and covered with white roses, just slightly outside the open doors of my father's home. Thierry stood with his back to me, his hands behind his back. I saw who I assumed to be his brother lean over and whisper something to him. Only then did he turn around to take me in.

His eyes looked me up and down and a slip of a smile covered his lips.

I could have fainted because I swear I could have been reading his thoughts. It was plain and simple; I would belong to him now as long as I was married to him.

Fuck my life, I thought.