Page 117 of Midnight Wedding

This house is full of bodies.

It doesn’t take long. I find him sitting alone in a small room at the back side of the house. The window overlooks the garden. Moonlight streams in through the open blinds.

He’s sitting on a narrow twin bed. The covers are light blue with little puffy clouds. It looks like it was a little boy’s room a long time ago, but now it’s mostly empty. Whatever was left of his childhood was cleared out years back.

“I know I’m fucking up,” he says quietly as I slip out of the closet. “I’ve done a lot of that lately.”

“It’s okay, Arsen.”

He smiles but doesn’t look at me. “All this time, I kept telling myself a story about who I am. Do you want to hear it?”

“I know who you are already.” I go to him and sit down on the bed. I put a hand on his knee and he looks at me. His eyes are red and haunted.

“I told myself that I was special, that I was the son of thepatron, and pain would only make me stronger. I told myself that I had to hurt if I was going to learn how to lead men. I told myself that my father knew what was best. All those years, I hated him, but I also looked up to him. Because he was my father. He raised me, and I wanted to live up to his expectations. Until one day, I understood that it wasn’t really possible, and I killed him. Can you imagine the guilt? It ate at me like stomach acid spilling into my veins. And now I find out that I didn’t actually kill my dad. Just the man that raised and abused me.”

“He was your father,” I say and lean against his side.

Arsen wraps an arm around my shoulders and pulls me tight. “The Sarkissian name’s been everything to me. The Brotherhood is my entire world. When Sona told me that I’m actually half Russian and I’ve never been who I thought I was, it felt like my head was splitting in half.”

“But you are who you’ve always been. This doesn’t change anything.”

“You’re wrong. It changes everything.” He brushes my hair from my face and kisses me gently. “I don’t have to be something I’m not.”

His words are all jumbled in my head. I lean closer, heart racing, and I kiss him again. He pulls me into his lap and I straddle his hips. I grind into him as his hands explore my body.

“I needed this,” I whisper as his mouth buries mine with a deep and vicious kiss. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too. But I was never far.”

“I know. You fucking creep.”

He laughs lightly and pulls my hair. I gasp as he bites my lower lip. “You’re so fucking mouthy,” he says, a growl low in the back of his throat. “I missed silencing you.”

He slams his tongue in my mouth. I whimper into that kiss and push myself tighter. All my sadness, all my fear and my worry from the last few days, I throw it at him. I launch myself into him like a vicious little snake, writhing against his hard body.

He undresses me. His hands palm my breasts and he sucks my nipples. I desperately strip off my jeans and he turns me, throws me onto the bed, and rips my knees apart.

His mouth devours my pussy. “I thought about doing this every fucking night,” he says, tonguing me up and down. His fingers slide inside and bury me. “I watched you sleep and wanted to wake you up with my lips sucking your fucking clit. I wanted to hear you moan and whisper my name. It’s been killing me.”

“It’s killing me too,” I moan, grinding into his mouth. “Fuck, Arsen, I need you in me. Please, fuck me.”

He slides his fingers from my pussy and shoves them in my mouth. “Look at you,” he whispers. “If there’s one thing I know, it’s that I’m your husband. It doesn’t matter who my parents are. It doesn’t matter what blood’s in my veins. I’m your husband and you’re my wife and we’re going to have our baby soon. Me and you, that’s who I am.”

I whimper as he undresses. His cock’s thick and beautiful as he presses it inside of me. It fills me to the brim and I grind into him. I kiss him, greedy for his mouth, greedy for his taste.

We fuck in a slow rhythm. I want to feel every inch. I kiss his chest and he licks my eyebrow. He strokes my pierced belly button and nibbles on my stiff nipples. His cock fills me deeper and deeper until we’re grinding fast, moving together, bliss ripping down my core in waves of building pressure.

“I need you by my side,” he moans in my ear. “I need you, Lena. You’re who I am now.”

“Arsen,” I gasp, arching into him. I push harder, needing him so badly it kills me.

“Come for me, baby. God, you feel so fucking good. Come for me now.”

A low moan escapes my throat and it hits me hard. I finish all over his big dick, and he’s not far behind. He fills me to the brim with his warmth, and we end up in a jumbled mess on what I have to guess is his old childhood bed.

His arms feel so good wrapped around me. This is what I’ve been craving since that terrible night when he retreated into the house. This is what I’ve needed so badly.

I’m back where I belong.

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