Page 30 of Depravity

A vision of Clara, at the front of the class and the professor forcing her to perform flashes before my eyes.

“I could have you on your knees, suffocating on my cock. Would that make you obedient? Would that make you understand?”

I can’t reply even if I wanted to, and it’s only the car coming to a halt that stops this.

He drags his thumb out, leaving a string of saliva to drip down my chin and then he unclips, gets out and all but storms around the car to open my door for me, pushing the driver aside.

His hand hovers in front of my face. I stare at it and for a millisecond as I think about refusing. About fighting. But hewillhurt me. He has proven that fact. I need to pick my battles, and this is just not one of them.

With trembling fingers, I undo the seatbelt and I take his outstretched hand which locks around my wrist, as though it will never open.

I’ve chosen this chapel very carefully. Chosen the priest carefully too.

I might be a Blake; I might be a high-ranking Brethren Lord, but that doesn’t mean I can do whatever I want. No, if I’d gone through the usual channels, I’d be hauled in front of the Senate by now. I would have to answer to them.

And Brynn, my pretty little Brynn, she’d already be snatched back, carted off, probably sequestered away while they decide what punishment they can give that would fit the crime.

She’ll be labelled as a jezebel, a harlot who seduced a taken man.

Of course, marrying Brynn won’t mean I’m not in the shit, marrying her just makes the crime I’ve committed a differentone. Instead of kidnapping and coveting a woman I have no right to, I’m marrying without permission. It’s a lesser offence technically, but add to the fact I’m already engaged and that my brother has to approve of this…

Brynn clings to me, her tiny hands digging into my arm like she’s suddenly realised that I am her saviour.

Don’t worry Doll, it’ll all be over soon.

We walk into the building. The place is dirty, with dried up leaves strewn across the stone floor. If I had the wedding I wanted we’d be in the Cathedral, we’d be standing before the entire Brethren of this Chapter, and they’d all look on at the beauty of my wife. They’d all be gawping like little boys in the playground, jealous that she is mine.

I clench the hand not holding my soon-to-be wife. I wanted that. That moment. To make a point that she is mine, that no other man can touch her now. That’s off limits. Claimed. Fucking owned.

I wanted them to witness the consummation too. I wanted everyone to see as I took my wife, stripped her and fucked her on the altar.

That’s another thing Giselle will answer for.

The priest is standing, waiting for us. He’s wringing his hands like he might just change his mind. With a look, I warn him not to even think about it.

I pull out the veil, fixing it to her pretty dark hair. There, now she is perfect.

She falters. She freezes.

My beautiful doll freezes. No doubt she realises what this is and she starts to fight, starts to plead. I tighten my grip, dragging her down the aisle. If I have to, I’ll put that ceremonial dagger against her throat and force her to say the words.

When she states that she’s a Monclere, when she tries to use her name I can’t help but laugh. I pre-warned the Priest, soit’d make little difference what she does say but the fact is, I’m granting her the greatest honour she’ll ever receive. Her family would never have secured such a prestigious marriage for her by themselves. Afterall, her father is a nobody, an unknown. She might be a Monclere, but in the eyes of the Brethren she’s still a bastard.

I grab hold of her, dragging her down the aisle. She still tries to fight, but I can already feel that she’s giving in.

With a curt nod, I tell the Priest to get on with it. This isn’t how I imagined it to be. This isn’t how it was meant to go. Brynn was meant to be smiling, meant to be delighted that she was becoming my wife.

Why is she being such a bitch? Why is she making this so damn hard?

When the Priest says the words, I’m more than happy to rip her dress off, more than happy to push her onto the altar and consummate this.

Maybe this moment here will be enough. Maybe me fucking her here, claiming her before God, will make her obedient. Maybe it’ll make her understand.

Her veil falls down, making this moment more picturesque.

My now wife cries out, her hands snatching at the air.

I shove her face down and yank her hips up harder as I push into her tight little cunt. God, it feels so good. I let out a groan, shutting my eyes, revelling in this moment.

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