his sign of approval.
I’m his good girl.
I lay there, panting and shaking, until he disappears to the bathroom and brings me back a towel to clean me off. It feels as though he’s trying to rub it into my skin more than he’s wiping it away but that only makes me feel more beloved to him.
When he climbs back into the bed, in all his naked glory, and pulls me into his chest I check the clock. It’s a little after ten in the morning, we have until two to sleep.
My chest grows warm at the thought of how close we are to being married.
“Are you excited for this afternoon, mon Monstre?” I murmur, and he kisses me slow and long, his tongue stroking over mine in a sensual dance.
“Am I excited about giving you my name? Making you mine and getting rid of your father’s name for good? Yeah, baby girl. It’s all I want right now, I’m only pissed I haven’t gotten the list finished for you before.”
I mumble under my breath in French to him, small words of comfort to attempt to ease his frustration. The list is important but it’s not so important to me that I would delay marrying him. No, I desperately want to be Mrs. Johnny Illium. The woman that the Butcher of the Bay loves and protects and fucks so hard my pussy aches with the sweetest pains.
My stomach fills with butterflies at the thought.
It sounds like the perfect life.
We make it to the courthouse early to sign our marriage license.
Mon Monstre wears his usual attire and looks as handsome and dangerous as ever. I wear the white dress he picked out weeks ago, the red sash swapped out for a deep blue one that matches my ring. I curl my hair and pin it back until I look like an old Hollywood beauty, my makeup matching it perfectly with a slash of red across my lips. I pick out heels to wear and when I lift my skirt to strap on my thigh holster I watch as mon Monstre’s eyes take in every inch of my smooth legs, the heels doing a whole lot of work to make them look a mile long.
“I’m bending you over the table when we get home, baby girl. We need to fuck in every room as husband and wife.”
I giggle at him even as my body reacts to his words, my nipples tightening visibly under the dress. His eyes drop down to them as I walk back over to him, smoothing a hand down my body as I fuss with it one last time.
“Nervous?” He murmurs, taking my hand.
I smile. “Not at all. I’m impatient.”
The drive over is uneventful and I can’t help but wonder about what my parents are doing now? My father is out of prison and I don’t know what my mother was doing while he was locked up. I always wanted to escape them but some part of me also thought that they’d be there when I got married.
I also thought it would be Louis who married me.
I’ve never been more thankful to be wrong.
“What are you thinking about, baby girl? No frowning on our wedding day.”
There’s no way I want to tell him I’m thinking of another man, not even if I’m thinking about how much I don’t want him. “Just my parents. I’m glad they’re not here today.”
He raises my hand up to his lips and kisses my palm even as he parks the BMW with ease. “Don’t think about them anymore, baby girl. They’re nothing to you anymore. I’m your family.”
He says it as if it’s nothing, like it’s as easy of breathing, when it means everything to me to have him and I know he really feels the same.
He opens the car door for me and holds my hand throughout the entire process, ignoring the looks we get from the workers there and the officiant as we sign everything. There isn’t any real ceremony but when we’ve filled everything out he pulls another ring box out of his pocket, sliding a matching wedding band onto my finger. It’s simpler than the exquisite diamond but still beautiful, the matching inlaid diamonds making the setting look even more stunning.
I surprise him with a box on my own.
He startles but a grin takes over his face, savage and perfect. “You got me a ring?”
I smile and blush like a maiden, as though he hasn’t fucked me everyday imaginable dozens of