Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
“No,” I state in a flat voice. “I don’t. I won’t be getting married today.”
Utter silence rings in the small chamber. The officiant looks stunned because this has obviously never happened before. He’s likely officiated hundreds, if not thousands of weddings, and I’m probably the first woman to flatly reject her future spouse. Meanwhile, my mom gasps while my dad starts muttering, “No, no, no” as if he’s caught in a never-ending nightmare.
But it’s Drake’s reaction that makes my insides tremble. A look of fury fills those blue eyes, and he seems to grow in size before me, his wide shoulders filling my vision as a muscle in that hard jaw ticks.
“What did you say?” he asks in a low rasp, grasping my arms just above the elbows, as if he’s about to shake some sense into me. But I maintain my position and look him straight in the eye.
“I said, no, I’m not marrying you, Drake Richardson, for about a million reasons, beginning with the fact that I didn’t even know your last name was Richardson until ten seconds ago. I could go on and on about why this marriage shouldn’t be happening, but my guess is that money was exchanged somewhere along the way. Is that true?” I ask, shooting an accusatory look at my parents. They stare back at me with frozen expressions, neither nodding nor shaking their heads. Andrew and Amity are trapped, flies caught in their own sticky web.
But I’ve poked the bear, and Drake’s rage comes off him in boiling waves now. Sure enough, he shakes me by the arms slightly, making my head bobble back and forth as those blue eyes sear my soul.
“Money wasn’t exchanged,” he rasps harshly. “Your parents offered but I didn’t take it. I’m here of my own free will.”
“Yeah, but I’m not and therein lies the problem—” I begin.
Drake cuts me off.
“Say I do,” he commands, his tone brooking no dissent. “There’s no backing out.” What the hell? This man is annoying and controlling and a million other things that should make me hate him, but in fact, his attitude actually makes me wobbly and soft inside. I love that my fiancé is a growly caveman with possession rolling off him in waves. I love the fact that he’s laid hands on me in front of others, and that he doesn’t give a shit who sees.
But I’m a woman with a brain and I stare right back at him, my eyes shooting fire.
“No. You can’t make me marry you. I say no.”
“Shut up,” he hisses again, those big hands tightening their grip on my arms. “You are impossible, you know that? Change your answer. Say I do.” Again, I almost obey Drake because his charisma is impossibly compelling and difficult to resist. But somehow, I hold onto a shred of independence and stare right back into those blazing blue eyes.
“No. I don’t agree. I won’t marry you.”
That does it. Drake’s had enough, and he springs into action. Before I realize it, the man’s lifted the edge of my wedding gown. Again, there’s a lot of material because this thing is styled like a giant puffball, with a hem that goes all the way down to the ground and layers of tulle underskirts to create an upside-down cupcake look. Material flies everywhere as he fumbles with the fabric, those blue eyes pinned to mine.
“What are you doing?” I gasp. “Drake, Drake, stop!”
But there’s no stopping a male animal determined to get inside the woman he wants. Before I realize it, he has my skirt up, my panties down, and his fly unbuttoned. Then, he’s pushing those two hard cocks into my pussy and ass, and I stare at him as I’m impaled on those massive members. The breath whooshes out of my lungs as I stare into his eyes. My body softens, as if accepting his possession, and to my shame, my pussy begins to moisten and gush.
“Say yes,” he hisses, never dropping my gaze. “Say yes, Strawberry.”
I moan beatifically, my head falling back as I’m stretched and filled so well. Oh yes, this is the man for me. Only Drake can give it to me double the way that I need, and I let out another breathy gasp, clinging to his shoulders as he pulls back and shafts me again in both of my sweet spots.
“Say yes,” he hisses again, his forehead pressed against mine, the jerk of his hips determined. “Say that you’ll be my wife, Strawberry.”
I can’t believe this is happening. Hot jolts of electricity pulse through my form as I welcome his intrusion. It feels so good, and I don’t even care that my parents are here, as well as the marriage officiant. After all, they know what’s going on but they can’t see that Drake has two cocks because of the copious material surrounding us. All they know is that a hard male animal is fucking his bride in front of them, and sure enough, stunned gasps fill the air.