Page 19 of Bloody Union
“And what’s that?” His voice is a rumble.
“Bloody bride.”
“Anyone calls you that, I’ll kill them.” It’s a promise.
I shrug, “It’s what I am. Our wedding turned into a bloody union, Dante.”
He spins me around and I crash against his body. “I don’t give a fuck.” He growls, “You’re not a bloody bride. Why wouldn’t you let the doctor see your arm?”
I shake my head. “I don’t like anyone touching me.”
I watch as his features darken, “You let me.”
I’m speechless, I have no idea what to say without making myself sound like a complete bitch. “I haven’t let anyone near me with a sharp object since someone slit my throat.” He opens his mouth to say something but it’s too much. I pull away from him and walk into the bathroom, I need to see what my arm’s like. I managed to tie a piece of fabric from my dress around it after Kinsley helped me in the church with Alessio. Untying the fabric I see the bleeding has stopped, it’s not as bad as I had feared. I won’t need stitches but it’ll leave a mark. What’s one more to add to the mix? I clean the wound and leave it be, I need a shower and putting a bandage on it will be pointless at this stage.
“Kenna…” It’s a gruff whisper, I shouldn’t turn around and face him, but he has a pull over me, one that I can’t ignore. “Fuck.” He grabs hold of my waist and spins me around so that I’m facing him. “You’re supposed to be this docile woman who knows her place.”
I scoff, “Whoever gave you that impression needs to be shot.”
His lips twitch, “How did you know how to fix Alessio? How do you drive like you’re born to do it? Driving at full speed, without breaking a sweat? How the fuck do you know how to shoot a gun and hit the target every time?”
“Dante…” I whisper, we weren’t supposed to be doing this tonight. “Tomorrow.” Even then I doubt I’ll be able to do it.
“You drive me fucking crazy. What the hell am I going to do with you?”
I laugh, “You’re my husband, Dante. I’m sure you can come up with something creative…”
His hands tighten on my hips and he lifts me up. Instinctively, my legs wrap around his waist, my arms going around his neck. His lips are on mine. It’s hot, hard, demanding. I sink into his embrace, his hands sliding from my hips to my ass, pulling my body against his thickening cock. I moan, grinding against it. There’s something about Dante that makes me lose myself. Whenever I’m around him, I feel the heat between us. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, stealing my breath. I push back with my own. My hands fisting into his hair, pulling his head closer to mine.
It’s only when my back hits the bed and he’s leaning over me do I realize that he walked us from the bathroom to the bedroom. I’m in such a lust filled haze that I have no idea what’s going on. “This dress needs to come off,” he growls, the sound reverberating in his chest.
I lick my lips, “You don’t like it?” I’m breathless.
His eyes are dark with lust, “I didn’t say that. It’s fucking tight, it clings to you. It shows me what’s underneath and right now, I need it off, so I can see all of my bride.”
I squirm beneath him, God, why do I find that a turn on? I hear the unmistakable snap, my body freezes as I see his switchblade in his hands. Is he for real? I don’t fight, instead I stay still. I learned from a very young age not to show fear.
“Kenna…” His voice sounds hoarse but I ignore it. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
Now where have I heard that before? Oh yeah, right before my throat got slit. I don’t trust anyone, I can’t afford to. Look where trust got me.
“Baby, I promise.” He sounds as though he’s hurting, but I’m not focusing on him, my eyes are glued on the knife in his hands.
“Do it,” I demand, whatever the fuck he’s doing, just do it and get it over with.
With the flick of his hand, the knife slices through my dress, the ripping sound loud through the silence of the room. As soon as he’s finished cutting my dress, he folds the knife away and puts it back in his pocket. The dress falls away from my body, leaving me completely naked except for the tiny, white, lacy G-string. I’ve never had a problem with nudity, but laid bare before him, I feel oddly exposed in a way I’ve never felt. I lift my chin high, not willing to show any weakness.
“Come back to me… Kenna…. Come back.” His lips are on my neck, kissing and sucking. “Baby, come back.” My hands go to his hair and my back arches as his lips capture my nipple, his teeth grazing them and I gasp. “That’s it.”
My hands tighten in his hair and I pull. He raises a brow at me, the stupid asshole has a smirk on his face. “Next time you hold a knife against me, I’ll kill you.”
That smirk of his widens but his eyes flash with something dark. “Yet another question. Tell me something Makenna, why do I get the feeling that killing me would come easy to you?”
I ignore the stupid question, my hand reaching between our bodies for his zipper. I pull it down and his cock springs free. “Are you going to stare at me, or are you going to fuck me?” I breathe, needing him. He only has to touch me and my body is alight, it’s as though my blood is on fire as it runs through my veins.
He sucks in a sharp breath. “I know what you’re doing,” he murmurs as he lifts off me. I watch as he strips down. His shirt comes off first and his muscles are tight, just as he probably is. Dante is a closed book, or so they say. He doesn’t show any emotion. Yet looking at my husband, I say they’re wrong, Dante’s lust is an emotion and I’m wondering what other emotions I can invoke.
My legs wrap around his waist as soon as he’s on top of me. The heels of my feet against his ass and I’d love nothing more than to reach down and touch it, in fact, there isn’t any part of him that I don’t want to touch. His mouth crashes down on mine, his tongue sweeping in and I’m lost. That’s all it takes from him, a kiss and I’m putty in his hands. I arch back when his finger enters me. His mouth still on mine, trailing his fingers along my body. His touch searing against my skin. It’s too much, he’s everywhere and yet, I don’t want him to move. My body starts to grind against his finger and I feel his smile against my lips, thankfully he doesn’t say anything.