Page 17 of The Bones We Break
The day runs into the night without an issue. We left the church that Ricky chose and drove over to a stunning hotel to have our reception. All the way there Ricky’s hand never left my thigh, keeping the muscle in a tight grip and I instantly melted at his possessiveness over me. The hotel is nothing short of perfection. The high rise building seems to touch the white clouds and beyond, thousands of glass panels cover the entirety of the front, making it gleam like a crystal ball in the hues of the setting sun. I feel my husband’s palm rest at my lower back, guiding me through the main entrance into a private room. Ricky paid for the hotel to be closed for the day to accommodate our wedding and I couldn’t be more grateful. The waiting staff, dressed in all black open the white double doors for us and Ricky gives me a small push into the room and I’m immediately met with a breathtaking space. The room is decorated with every shade of cream and ivory you could think of. Huge circle tables are dotted around the room with a long table at the head of the room for me and Ricky to sit at with heavy drapes lining every wall, hiding the brickwork underneath.
My eyes can’t seem to focus in one place. There’s just so much to take in. Every guest has a place to sit around the tables, each decorated with blood red, rose centerpieces, a stark contrast to the blinding cream room. I had no idea what I’d be walking into, but I never expected this. I’m in awe.
Turning to face Ricky, my eyes probably have little red love hearts in them.
“This is beautiful, Ricky. I.. I can’t believe you did all this for me.” I struggle to get the words to leave my mouth, still amazed by his thoughtfulness. He tucks a loose strand of hair that’s escaped my half updo, behind my ear. The soft pad of his finger grazes the shell of my ear, sending a delicious chill up my spine. My husband gives me a blinding smile, his ocean eyes roaming over my face before landing on my mouth.
“Anything for you, love.” My insides melt into goop at his delicious tone. His firm hand finds its place at my lower back again, guiding me into the throngs of people whom I’ve yet to meet.
My feet are screaming at me from my heels and I’m desperate to strip out of this dress. The tightness of the corset is starting to strangle me like a snake, cutting off my airways from the outside in. Politely, I excuse myself from the group conversation, informing Ricky that I’ll be back in the moment and head straight to the bathrooms. He nods once, dismissing me.
Once I’m inside the hotel’s bathroom, my hands hit the cold sink basins in front of the mirror, my fingers gripping the porcelain tightly. My head hangs heavily in between my shoulders, the aching pain in my spine making me groan, causing me to squeeze my eyes shut for a moment. Lifting my head slowly, I take in my reflection in the mirror. I’m definitely not the same person I was eight months ago. My eyes don’t shine as bright as they used to, maybe I’m just feeling tired.It has been a long day after all. Circling my head side to side, I inspect my facial features. My once round face is now more hollow and prominent, the bones in my face push against my pale skin. Ricky put me on a diet to help with my eating habits, he knew they were a bit out of control. I was either not eating enough or shovelling everything I could in at once, so he made the choice for me, to help me. My feet move on their own accord as I step back from the mirror, my dull eyes boring into myself.
I’m just tired.
Lifting my shaky hands, I run them down the front of my dress, feeling the small white pearls against my clammy skin. The dress is something I never would’ve picked for myself, there isn’t an inch of skin showing. The high neck flows down onto my chest, covering my breasts with long white sleeves, covered in intricate lace details, that reach all the way down to my knuckles with a small elastic loop at the end to wrap around my middle finger, keeping the sleeves in place. The corset is fastened by a piece of white, satin fabric at the back which leads to my lower back then flows into an A-line skirt. Don’t get me wrong, the dress is beautiful, it’s just notmybeautiful. Ricky wanted this one and I want to make my husband happy, plus, I don’t think he would have appreciated my skin on show for everyone on our wedding day. I respect him in that way.
The biggest sigh escapes my lungs as I try to release some of the anxiety I can feel building in my chest.
I love my husband, I love my husband, I love my husband.
Quickly turning away from the mirror, I start to leave the bathroom when I hear the door swing open, immediately stopping me in my stride. Two pairs of heels click against the floor, the sound growing louder the further they get into the bathroom. I freeze, then dash into one of the bathroom stalls and slide the lock into place then press my back further intothe wall away from the door, keeping my breathing silent. The last thing I want is to speak to people I don’t even know, and for them to catch me in a moment of weakness. I wait for a beat until both pairs of heels enter the bathroom. Voices I recognise instantly fill the room.
“I’m worried about her, Ellie.” Patty says, her voice riddled with concern. I keep quiet and wait to see if Ellie replies.
“Yeah, me too. Something about this whole thing doesn’t seem right.” I roll my eyes but carry on eavesdropping into their conversation. I feel bad that I’m doing this but I need to hear their unfiltered thoughts.
“Don’t you think this is kind of rushed? Like one minute Ricky wasn’t in the picture and now they’re married?” Patty says. I can’t help but feel a pang of hurt at their opinions.
“I agree. I don’t get good vibes from the guy either. Plus, when was the last time Ana messaged in the group, or wanted to join in for our book of the month? It’s been months! And anytime we try to talk, we’re shot down, saying she’s busy with Ricky.” Ellie says, her voice slightly raised. She gets like this when she feels deeply about something.
Fresh tears start to fall down my face, probably leaving track marks through my heavily applied foundation, at their words. Silently I sob into my hands as I hear their footsteps retreat outside of the bathroom, the door swinging shut behind them. How could they say those things? I thought they were my best friends? But best friends don’t say things like that. Are they trying to ruin my marriage, maybe they’re jealous of my relationship with Ricky. I have everything they want. Ricky is good for me. I know he is. I let out a shuddering breath before grabbing a few pieces of tissue from the holder on the wall and dab the wetness under my eyes before flushing it down the toilet. I cannot let Ricky and my guests see that I’ve been cryingon my wedding day. I don’t want my husband to think I’m ungrateful or that something is wrong.
Slowly, I slide the lock open and step out of the cubicle, taking another quick glance at my appearance in the mirrors then tidy a few strands of blonde hair away and leave the bathroom.
Plastering on my best smile, I enter the reception room again. As if nothing ever happened.
My harsh eyes instantly find my wife entering back into the reception room after being in the bathroom for far too long. My patience is already wearing thin with her. Standing abruptly, I leave my chair and meet her halfway across the room, wrapping a firm arm around her waist and pulling her flush to me, her hands landing on my chest, the outrageous diamond ring on her left finger blinding in the lights.
“Everything alright my love?” I ask. My eyes scour her face, trying to detect a trace of a lie. Annabelle keeps her eyes on me and gives me a plastered smile.
“Everything is wonderful, Ricky. I just needed a moment in the bathroom is all.” She inhales a shaky breath and I can’t help but wonder where her head is at. Lifting my hand, I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear then place a chaste kiss at the corner of her mouth, leaving my face next to hers for a moment, feeling the skin to skin contact before trailing soft kisses up her jaw line towards her ear. I couldn’t give a fuck if were in a public place, Annabelle is my fucking wife.Myproperty now.
My mouth hovers over the shell of her ear. “I can’t wait to see your make up running down your face tonight as I fuck yourmouth, wife.” She gasps at the crude statement.
“You’re my good little wife, aren’t you?” I say, tightening my grip around her frail waist. She turns her head slightly to face me, her dull blue eyes glazing over as her plump bottom lip trembles slightly.
“Yes Ricky, I am.” Hearing her submit to me sends a rush of blood to my cock, thickening the length in my dress pants.Fuck. Just the image of my cock driving into her hot mouth, the fat tears falling down her face is enough to make me want to come in my pants, but I won’t, I’ll save it to paint her face with. I’ve waited eight fucking months to have my way with her and I will be taking whats mine, whether she wants it or not. Her little virgin cunt will bleed for me. I’ve given her everything she could ever need, the least she could do is let me skull fuck her pretty face. I deserve it.
Releasing the tight grip I have on her waist, I let her take a step back from my embrace, then she tentatively wraps her arms around her middle to rub her sides, probably to ease the slight pain I know she’s feeling, the pain I’ve caused her, but I can’t help myself, the urge to break her down slowly is too strong.
“Don’t drink too much, I don’t want to have to carry you up to the hotel room.” I say with a condescending tone. Not giving her the chance to reply, I turn to walk away, leaving her standing there in the middle of the room. I meet up with Nico at the bar, raising my hand to signal to the bar staff for a whiskey, neat.
Resting my elbows on the wooden top I dip my head, my dirty blonde hair falling forward, roughly I run a hand through the strands to push them back. The crystal glass of whiskey lands in my vision, the cold condensation droplets racing down the side of the glass. I wrap my hand around it before throwing my head back, the burning liquid leaving a trail of fire down my throat, coating my insides, once it’s hit my stomach I slam theglass back down on the bar.
“Is the wife giving you grief already, Boss?” I hear Nico say at the side of me, a tinge of humour laces his voice. Turning my body I face my right hand man. My nose itches with the need for another bump of coke.
“Nah. She’s already learning her place like a good little dog.” I say. My mouth formed a malicious grin across my face.
