Page 33 of Claimed By my Stepbrother
Dance With Me
Sirena
RowanValentiisdead.It’s the first thought that comes to mind when I wake up. My eyes open, and I can see that the beautiful weather reflects my light-hearted mood. I stretch my arms above my head and notice rainbows glinting on the ceiling that I’ve never noticed before.
I look around for the source of the refracted light, but nothing new jumps out at me. Convinced it’s a trick of my imagination, I scrub my hands over my face and sit up. Something scratches my skin as I rub again, and I pull my hands away wondering what it could be.
A glimmering band encircles my ring finger, and I’m afraid to turn my hand over.Oh fuck! Please, tell me I didn’t get married in the drive-through Chapel of Elvis by a fat impersonator last night! Please!
Hesitantly, I turn my hands over, preparing for the worst.
Holy shit!My eyes open wide, seeing a gorgeous cushion-cut emerald ring against my pale skin. It’s huge.
“Wh-w-” I squeak, still in shock.
Movement in the corner of the room draws my attention, and I see Knox standing there, gazing at me expectantly, trying to anticipate my reaction.
“Wha - what… Whatisthis?’ I stammer, holding my hand up, flashing the ring at him.
“This is you and me. Getting married right here. Today. In this bed, where it will mean something. This is where you became mine and where we’ve been working on starting our family. It makes sense to start our lives together right here, too.”
I stare at him, unsure if he’s actually a genius or if he’s finally lost it. “I—I…”
“I love you, Sirena. I want to spend the rest of my life taking care of you and making you proud. And, I want that to start today. Will you marry me?
“Yes,” I whisper, unable to tear my eyes away from him. “Yes!”
He leaps onto the bed, landing beside me with such force that he sends me bouncing a foot into the air. At the last second, before I touch back down, he scoops me up, wraps me in his arms, and rolls us so that I’m under him, turned on by his solid weight and thick cock pressing into me.
“Um, Knox?” I ask, hesitantly.
“Yeah, babygirl?” He kisses my face gently, like he can’t believe that I’m real.
“Don’t we need people here to get married?”
“Just a priest. I want our wedding to be intimate. Just us and our private memory,” he confesses thoughtfully, making me wonder how long he’s been planning this. It isn’t traditional—and Ivy is never going to let me live it down—but nothing has been typical in our relationship, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I am his, and he is mine.
He gets off the phone moments later, and, apparently, the infamous Father Carmichael has accepted Knox’s odd request. It looks like I’m going to be getting married in bed today.
I still want to look nice for Knox, so I look in the closet for somethingbridalto wear. I find a cream dress with a plunging neckline and can’t wait for Knox to see me in it.
“Sirena,” he whispers as I walk out of the closet. “You…” he stops, pausing momentarily. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
“Thank you. You look very handsome,” I say, taking in his navy bespoke suit.I’m one lucky girl.“So, you really want to get hitched in bed, huh?” I giggle.
Mom brings me a beautiful bouquet of red and white roses and kisses my cheek.
“Your father would be so proud of you, Rena. I wish he could be here, too.” She sniffles, dashing away a tear, and hurries out of the bedroom as Father Carmichael arrives.
Knox holds me with our fingers intertwined as our ceremony begins. When I say ‘I do,’ he squeezes my hand before bringing it to his lips for a kiss.
He cups my face between his hands and whispers, “I’m going to love you with everything I have,” he promises before we get started.
The wedding is short and sweet. Personal and romantic. It is easily the most special day of my life.
“I can’t wait to start our lives together,” Knox declares before he plants a kiss on the nape of my neck. “You and me. And, our baby.”
We wait to share our vows until after the priest leaves. When we are alone, Knox pulls out his switchblade and pricks his ring finger with it before he moves it to my ring finger, lifting it towards the blade. “Just a little,” he says soothingly. The cut stings for a second as he touches me, his blood mixing with mine, intertwining our lives forever.
