Page 36 of Black Wedding

We don’t linger with Desmond for too long, wanting to get the fuck out of his office as quickly as possible.

“I will text Kellan to tell him the Marcushios are armed, and we need him to locate the guns like yesterday. While he is working, wanna go back to bed?” he teases with a very sexy wink that almost brings me to my knees. Literally. Like, right here in the corridor.

“Fuck yes. Let’s go.” I pull him along with me as we practically run back up to our room.

The engagement party approaches quickly,far too soon for my liking. I know I am going to be the one on display, that people are going to be looking at the new O’Keenan leader. For quite some time, there has been speculation over what would happen when Gramps became too old, and Dad would be pulled back to Cork to run the Irish syndicate. Nobody ever suspected I would be capable of leading. Instead, they thought I would be forced to marry someone who would rule. Now I need to show them that I don’t need a man by my side, and even though I choose to have Liam with me, he is not the boss. I am.

Liam waits patiently for me to finish dressing. His mother ordered the dress for me, and it arrived today. When I first put it on, I instantly wanted to take it off. Never have I put clothes on and felt naked. But the more I looked at it, the more I realised I love it. The silky black material flows over me like a second skin, all the way down to the floor. The front of the dress droops, almost like a roll, exposing my cleavage. My leg is visible thanks to the slit up the side that stops mid-thigh, but the bit I find incredibly sexy is the back. The spaghetti strings hold the dress up as the back of the dress droops all the way down to my lower back in a U shape. If I had a tramp stamp, it would be on view for the world to see.

Once I admitted I would wear the gorgeous dress, I decided I needed to have hair and make-up to match. Hours of pampering later, and I am waxed, plucked, and ready to go. My smokey eyes make my silver eyes sparkle, and the deep red lipstick plumps my lips perfectly. I curl my red hair and pin it back off my face but arrange for the curls to fall down my right shoulder, ensuring the back of the dress is visible.

Taking a deep breath, I open the door, and for a minute, I get to take in the mouth-watering view in front of me. Liam hasn’t heard the door open or seen me yet, so I get to stare at him. I have always thought Liam was akin to a Greek god, but he almost kills me in a suit. My heart is racing as I take in his rugged stubble, all the way down to his tailored black suit. His mother picked out a red silk tie to match my dress, and he looks fantastic. The tight trousers hug his ass, and the white shirt is just see-through enough that I can see his beautiful abs. I am one lucky woman.

Liam catches me staring at him, and I wait for him to joke with me about it. He usually makes a joke about how I find him irresistible, and the cocky Liam that I love comes out. But that doesn’t happen this time. Instead, he unapologetically stares back. His dark eyes rove over me, and it’s like his eyes are on fire. Everywhere his eyes touch, my skin begins to heat up under the scrutiny.

“Fuck, Bree, you look gorgeous,” Liam states as his eyes continue their lazy perusal of my body.

“You like?” I ask as I slowly turn around, making sure to stick my ass out slightly, so it really accentuates the missing back of the dress. I also cock my hip and place one hand on it, making the thigh slit very visible.

“Oh fuck. I wanna fuck you so bad right now,” Liam groans as he adjusts the growing erection in his pants, no doubt trying to make it more comfortable.

“Later. First we have to mingle and stop people from trying to kill us.”

Liam grabs hold of me and pulls me until my body is plastered against his. I can feel his hard cock straining to get free, and I am so tempted, but this is work time, and I need to get my head into it. His lips brush against mine, and I am such a goner. The taste of him is intoxicating, and I run my hands up his chest and then around his back, making sure to stay under the jacket, so I can feel more of him. His hands explore every inch of my exposed back, feeling lower and lower until his hands slip beneath the fabric.

“Are you not wearing any panties?” he whispers in my ear, his voice a low rumble that I feel in my stomach.

“Nope. Wouldn’t want any panty lines, would we?” I ask seductively, and he giggles.

“You will be the death of me, or my blue balls will. Either way, let’s get to this party because the sooner we get there, the sooner we can leave, and the sooner I can fuck you in this dress,” Liam purrs and fuck if I don’t physically feel myself getting wetter.

Liam pulls away before going to the safety box on the side, putting in the code until the lid flips open. He takes out his preferred gun of choice, checks it, and once it’s full and the safety is on, he places it in the special pocket in his inside jacket pocket. Looking down at my outfit, I curse when I realise I have absolutely nowhere to hide a gun. So when Liam takes out and prepares my weapon, I ask what he is doing.

“This will be strapped to my back. You will not be leaving my side anyway, so if you need it, you take it. Do not hesitate to use it because none of the assholes here will hesitate. Okay?” he asks me, and his face looks so severe. I want the sexy, cocky Liam back.

“Is this like the crime Family version of you carrying my purse? Are you my bitch now?” I joke, giving him my best serious face, but I can’t keep it up.

His face is a mixture of uncertainty and annoyance, and when I start to laugh, it quickly turns into that sexy glare he gets when he is getting ready to pounce. He is like an animal stalking his prey and just waiting for the right time to go for it. I can’t help it if I like winding him up.

“Don’t think I haven’t forgotten the spanking I owe you from earlier. You just added more onto the tally, and yes…I am still keeping count and will be doing so all evening,” he growls.

As I stand there with my mouth open and my panties dripping, I can’t help but ask, “How many am I up to?” Although I’m not entirely sure I want to know. What I do know is the evil smirk on his face tells me that as the figure is rising, my ass is going to be deliciously sore.

“You don’t want to know, but you should be good tonight if you want to be able to sit down tomorrow, that is,” he jokes as he pulls me out of the room.

Walking together down the corridor, I let Liam lead as I still have no clue where anything is in this house. He has taken me on a bit of a tour, but I just got more confused. Until we get onto the main corridor where our bedroom is, I have no sense of direction. Then, as we turn a corner, we hear a voice calling us from behind. We turn to see a very suave and sexy looking Finn, dressed in a suit, running towards us.

“Look at you looking all debonaire,” I say to him as I reach over and straighten his light blue tie. It compliments his navy blue suit and white shirt perfectly.

“Are you kidding me? I could have turned up stark bollock naked, and nobody would even realise because they will all be looking at the new queen in the black dress. You look hot, Red,” Finn jokes, and he must stare at me for a little bit longer than Liam is comfortable with because before I know it, he slaps him playfully around the back of his head.

“That’s my fiancée, you perv,” jokes Liam as Finn mutters about him being an asshole for ruining his hair.

The boys banter back and forth until we reach what looks to be a small reception room, but given the noise coming from behind the double doors, it seems like we are near the party.

“Is this the entrance to the party? Are we late? Nobody is going inside,” I ask, wondering if everyone is already here.

“This is the door used for the grand entrance. Basically, we will be announced as we walk in, then we will walk down a set of stairs, and the party is on the floor below. There’s a public entrance downstairs. We can go out into the gardens from there if you ever need some fresh air,” Liam explains, and I am grateful. Growing up in a Family like mine, you learn the escape routes pretty quickly, and it’s reassuring to know that Liam was raised the same.

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