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Chapter 12

Haylee

The code called it a black wedding, which was the day when you get a property mark from your owner. It was basically their version of a wedding. Once you have the property mark, you are expected to stay with the man that gave it to you till death do us part.

I wasn’t a holy person, but I always thought one day I would get married, though a black wedding hadn’t been what I had imagined. The codes that these bikers followed were nothing like the codes or laws other bikers followed. If they were, then I would know of them. The only reason I knew of the black wedding was because I had read it on the wall.

I was expecting to head back to the clubhouse, so I was surpised when we pulled into a hotel. A shiver ran through me as we climbed off his bike. I hadn’t changed into something warmer and the fresh night air was on my skin.

Just as I was expecting to follow him, he scooped me up and carried me into the building. A squeal escaped my lip as I wasn’t expecting it, which caused his lips to twitch up.

He carried me into the hotel not stopping at the reception. I wanted to ask him what was happening, but I knew that one of the conditions of being his property was to never question him. Not even a simple question like why the hell he was carrying me into a hotel room.

A few men who were waiting for the elevator looked at us. Lucian gave them a clear look, and they didn’t get into the elevator when we did. Having the elevator to ourselves, I wanted to ask why he was carrying me but again, I couldn’t.

The elevator binged and he typed in a code. I was completely speechless when the doors opened. The room was lit with candles and filled with black roses.

He placed me on my feet, and I followed the path of black petals that led to a bath tub which was lit up with candles.

“What is all this?” I knew I wasn’t to ask questions but walking into this, I was completely taken by surprise and a part of me thought he had the rooms mixed up.

“It’s a black wedding,” he said softly and looked nervous. I moved back towards him, taking his hand.

“And what do you need me to do?” I asked, and his darkened eyes looked down at me.

“Tonight isn’t about me, it is about you.” He brushed my hair off my shoulder and cupped my cheek. “We have traditions to follow.” He peeled off his vest.

I went to take my skirt off but his hand stopped me.

“My job, Haylee.” He dropped his vest on the double-basin vanity. Spinning me around, he twisted my hair up and then took the hair band off my wrist, tying my hair up.

His hands moved down my body. I didn’t know what he was thinking, but I could see the possession in his eyes in the reflection of the mirror.

Before I knew it, I was completely naked, but there was one word that was clear on my body. The wordLucian’swas tattooed across my hand. It was amazing how perfectly it fit in the spot I had picked. Lucian was surprised by the spot. Perhaps he wanted me to hide it or maybe he was expecting me to hide it.

Guiding me to the spa bath, I sunk into the bubbles and warm water. The hot water was welcomed against my skin. I looked up at him as I sunk into the bath.

He ran a hand down his length. “You know you’re stuck with me now,” he murmured and his eyes were on the fresh tattoo on my hand, which was hanging over the bath. “How does it feel knowing that?” His eyes lifted from my hand and he looked at me. “You’ll never be free from me.”

It only occurred to me now that I was stuck with him till the end. I took a staggered breath in. How did it feel knowing you were the property of a man who followed a code of laws this society couldn’t wrap their mind around.

Slipping into the end of the bath, he handed me a cold drink, which looked to be alcohol of some sort.

I hesitated before taking it. Something told me I wouldn’t be recalling this in the morning.

“Why you hesitating, darling? We are a dynasty in the making.” He lifted his glass as if he knew I wasn’t going to be drinking it before him. He swallowed the substance easily.

He moved towards me, his hands running up my bare legs. “Tonight marks the first night I accept you as mine.” His hands paused on my thighs. “And as a gift for you getting my tattoo, I’m going to give you one night where you will enjoy yourself and not remember it come morning.”

“You’re roofing me?” I shuttered after I had already had a sip from the glass.

“Darling,” he moved his hand to cup my cheek, “the things we are doing tonight, you won’t want to remember.”

“Then why do it?”

“Because we need to build up your pleasure so you can fulfil my needs. Right now, you’ve never been pushed. Right now, you don’t know what your body can take . . . but I do.”

I swallowed sharply, my eyes dropping to the glass.

“Drink it, darling, and I’ll reward you with a night you’ll be thankful not to remember.”

I put the champagne glass to my lips and drank the substance.

“How much won’t I remember?”

“You won’t even remember getting the tattoo.”

My heart sunk. How Lucian had held my free hand while I got my tattoo had made the moment easier—knowing that he wasn’t completely soulless and heartless.

His lips landed on mine, and so began the night I’d never remember.

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