Page 66 of Eternal Pieces

Someone wipes the come from my eyes and feeds it to me, I greedily suck their fingers clean.

The pumps are removed from my breasts. At some point, my milk must have stopped releasing and now my nipples tingle with numbness from overuse. Next, my limbs are freed. I lie here limp, used, and covered in come like so many times before. This time might be the best yet.

Bleary-eyed, I see Max and Maddox standing naked on either side of the bed. Their masks gone and replaced with wide Cheshire Cat grins.

I watch as they each raise a small glass of creamy liquid and clink them together over me.Oh, fuck, that’s my…

“Cheers!” Maddox says.

“To a very happy marriage.”

“With a very good little whore.”

My eyelids droop. The night taking its toll on me. There’s no need to resist sleep’s pull. I don’t need to worry about the distinction between my waking and sleeping dreams. My entire existence has become the sweetest dream imaginable.

CHAPTER 26

VIOLET

I’m just coming out of the bathroom when Sarah comes bursting into my suite. “Oh, thank god, you’re up! I am so sorry I overslept! I swear I’m not usually this bad after drinking. Did I do anything dumb?”

“No, nothing mention worthy. Don’t worry about it,” I mumble, throwing a quick glance at the bed. There’s no sign that Max and Maddox were ever here, on the sheets or my body. Luckily, they must have set my alarm for me before they left last night, since it woke me up on time this morning. “I was going to come wake you in a minute.”

“I’m never drinking again.” She clutches her forehead and leans against the doorframe.

I can hardly tell her the reason why she has a headache this morning is because Maddox put sleeping pills in her drink, so I awkwardly laugh it off.

“What do you have left to do? Have you eaten yet? What time is it? The stylist is coming at?—”

Spinning her around, I walk her out of my room and tell her, “We’ve got plenty of time. I’ll order us some breakfast, and you can take a shower and reset.”

She takes a deep breath and hugs me before running off to get ready.

The morning starts off slow and somewhat relaxed. I struggle to keep down my breakfast and end up skipping it altogether in the end. There’s a tightness in my stomach that won’t go away no matter what I do. It must just be nerves. Every bride-to-be gets them.

Once the stylist arrives, it turns into a whirlwind of brushes in my face and hair. Before I know it, I’m standing in front of the mirror, looking at a stranger. I look…well, it’s not how I expected to look. My hair might be the only thing that feels right. It’s half-up. Purple flower crystals are braided through it that catch the light, making my head look like it’s had a sprinkling of fairy dust.

My veil trails all the way down to the floor and matches my dress.

Layers of white tulle drape down from my hips, pooling on the floor around my feet. Lilac flowers are embroidered on the top layer and increase as they go down the dress, so it looks like I’m standing in a field of flowers.

Swivelling my hips, I get a good look at myself. It’s gorgeous. Everything I wanted. Except for how tight it is.

It would be perfect if it weren’t for the bodice. I know I put in the right measurements when I ordered it from the bridal store online. I quadruple-checked and then checked again. I even made sure to account for my ever-growing bump. So why on earth is it so tight? It’s hard to breathe already, and I’m going to have to try and stuff more pads into the cups to catch any leaks. At least the skirt is loose enough not to squeeze my bump too tight.

Oh well. There’s no changing it now. I’ll only have to walk down the aisle and then stand up for the ceremony. And then walk back out of there. And then come upstairs. Nope, stop overthinking it. Everything will be fine. I just need to breathe.

“You hate it.”

Was I being that obvious?

“I love it! It’s just a little snug.”

Sarah steps behind me in her lilac satin dress, a flower crown on her head, and starts tugging at the dress like it’s going to magically stretch if she pulls hard enough.

“When did you last try it on?” she grunts.

“I don’t know. Two weeks ago, maybe? I knew I should have gone for a corset back and not a zipper. Ah, careful. You’re crushing my boobs doing that.”

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