Need

by Olivia T. Turner

  She’s pretending like she doesn’t notice, but her cheeks are blushing. She knows I’m looking. Wanting her. Needing her.

  The music changes and everyone stands up. There’s a change of energy in the air as the bride enters the room.

  I don’t even look. I don’t think I’m physically capable of peeling my eyes off of this stunning girl.

  Everyone is facing the entrance of the room, but me. I’m turned and staring at the only person that matters. The woman that will be my future bride one day.

  The bride arrives and Thomas takes her hand.

  I let out a low huff of frustration as they block my view. I quickly step to the side and breathe a little easier when I have Violet back in my sights.

  A small part of me wonders if I’m being too obvious. If the over five hundred guests can see me staring, salivating, lusting over this girl, but the bigger part of me doesn’t care. The uncivilized part of me is in control now. She’s sparked something primal within me. My barbarian genes have come alive.

  The minister starts droning on, but I don’t hear one word. I’m too busy thinking of how I can steal this girl and bring her back to London with me. Would they let me get on the plane with a screaming and kicking girl over my shoulder?

  The need to claim her is growing like a monster within me. I want to rip off that purple dress and sink my raw cock into her young juicy cunt. There’s no way I’m taking this girl with a condom. It’s going to be all natural and unprotected. The skin of my cock will be sliding against her soft pussy walls without anything preventing me from breeding her young womb.

  Once I impregnate her, she’ll be in my life for good. In London, over here—it doesn’t matter. As long as her pussy curves to my dick and her stomach is round with my child, we’ll be fine.

  Just thinking about sliding into that ripe cunt gets me rock hard. Shit. There are more than five hundred people looking up here and I have a raging hard-on.

  I shift and try to turn away to hide it, but it’s like trying to hide a two-by-four. It’s sticking straight up and demanding attention. It knows what it wants and it’s not ashamed to announce it to everyone.

  Time seems to warp all around me. I’m no longer in the same reality as everyone else. My reality revolves around Violet. She’s all that matters in my world.

  Some minutes drag by incredibly slow and some flick by in the beat of a thumping heart, but for every single moment, I’m staring at my girl.

  I don’t hear a word from the minister, just a deep rumbling in my pounding ears, so I don’t notice when he starts talking to me.

  Thomas turns and slaps my shoulder and I finally snap out of it. I look at him in shock and everyone starts laughing.

  He has his hand outstretched.

  I’m so confused. I can’t think straight. It’s like this girl has rewired my brain. She’s taken everything out and replaced it with obsession and need.

  “The ring?” Thomas says with a chuckle.

  Oh, right.

  I quickly pat my pockets as everyone laughs again. I find it inside my jacket pocket and pull it out with trembling hands. My palms are so sweaty and they leave streaks on the felt bag.

  My best friend looks at me funny as he takes the ring from my hand and turns back around.

  He’s putting the ring on his bride’s finger, but my eyes are already back on his daughter.

  Violet is looking at me, but her eyes dart away the second I turn back to her. She smiles as she watches the exchanging of the rings with blushing cheeks.

  The minister tells them to kiss and finally, this fucking thing is over.

  Everyone cheers as they walk down the steps with their hands in the air.

  Before they even make it down to the aisle I go to her.

  Chapter Three

  Ashton

  My heart is pounding as I race up to her.

  I don’t know what to say. All I know is that I want her to be mine. That I need to be as close to her blushing cheeks and soft pink lips as possible.

  She swallows hard and looks up at me with her gorgeous blue eyes.

  “Hi, Ashton,” she says shyly.

  There’s a lump in my throat. My whole body is stirring and craving a touch.

  She’s even more perfect up close. Her blue eyes are as bright as an iceberg under the Arctic waters and as warm as the sun in the desert. Her long eyelashes flutter up and down as she looks up at me with a hint of nerves racing through her young body.

  I’m going to die if I don’t have her soon. My pounding heart is going to give out. It can’t keep up this pace for long.

  “You look…”

  What can I say? There are no words to describe how beautiful she is. Shakespeare himself would have given up the pen if he ever had to describe her beauty. How can you describe perfection? You can’t. You just stare at it in awe and that’s exactly what I’m doing

  “Watch out,” Doug says as he pushes past me. “She’s mine, dude.”

  I watch in horror as he wraps his arm around hers. This is it. It’s over. Five hundred people are going to watch me take this fucker’s neck and turn it in the wrong direction.

  Just as I’m stepping forward with an uncontrollable rage creeping into my body, an arm grabs mine. I whip my head around and see the maid of honor smiling at me.

  “You’re with me,” she says with a lick of her lips. She’s giving me some serious fuck me eyes, but right now being with anyone but Violet is the last thing on my mind. I don’t think I’ll ever be interested in another girl again.

  Doug and Violet head down the steps, leaving me in shock.

  “I’m Nikki,” the girl on my arm says as she leans into me. Her hard breasts press up against my bicep and I immediately move away from her. “I heard all about you. Did you hear about me?”

  “No.”

  We start walking down the steps and my eyes are locked on Violet’s bare back. I don’t like that she has her arm wrapped around that guy’s arm, but the only thing keeping me in check is knowing that it’s her cousin.

  “I’m surprised that my reputation didn’t get around,” she whispers playfully. Her perfume smells like vanilla and cotton candy. It’s making me nauseous. Everything about this girl is making me nauseous. “I think I’m staying in the room across from yours. Room 508.”

  She’s laying it on pretty thick, but I just turn away.

  I just want Violet. I want her so bad.

  My eyes roam down her back to her curvy ass that looks so fucking good in that purple dress. I start imagining hiking it up and discovering that she’s not wearing any panties over that sweet young pussy underneath, and my cock hardens to the point of pain.

  Everyone is looking at us and smiling as we walk down the aisle. I can’t smile back. I can’t even fake it. Not with all of these eyes on her.

  They’re looking at what’s mine and I don’t like it. I want to blind each and everyone one of them for daring to drag their eyes over her curves.

  “Fuck,” I mutter under my breath.

  This is just the beginning. She’s a bridesmaid and part of the show.

  Everyone will be looking at her all night. Touching her. Kissing her.

  It feels like a weight drops onto my heavy shoulders.

  This is going to be the longest fucking night of my life.

  Chapter Four

  Violet

  A beautiful weightless feeling is flowing through my tingling body as the photographer snaps photos of us.

  “Can I have everyone looking over here?” he snaps with a huff of annoyance in his breath.

  He’s trying to take pictures of the bridal party, but Ashton is ruining his plans. Every single wedding photo that my dad and Becky will have will be with Ashton staring right at me.

  My lips curl up into a grin as I feel his heated eyes on me. I love it.

  He was staring at me the entire ceremony like he was going to rush over and start ripping off my clothes at any moment. A part of me wanted him to.


  I love having his eyes on me. I want all of his attention.

  “Over here,” the photographer says as he snaps his fingers in frustration. He’s getting increasingly annoyed with Ashton and I grin happily, knowing that I’m the cause of it.

  “Who’s not looking at the goddamn camera?!?” Becky snaps.

  It almost makes me forget that my father just married a cunt like Becky.

  Ashton turns to the photographer and I feel a sense of loss radiating through me now that his eyes aren’t on me anymore.

  I sneak a quick peek at him between photos and see everyone smiling but him. His jaw is clenched and his hands are squeezed into fists at his sides.

  “All right, thank you,” the photographer says as he hooks the camera strap around his shoulder and lets it fall by his side. “Just the bride and groom now. Maybe by the water.”

  We’re outside of the beautiful hotel’s reception hall on the grass by the water. Boats are drifting down the river and waving at the bride and groom as they approach. My dad waves back. Becky doesn’t. She’s too busy complaining about them ruining her shot. As if she owns the entire river…

  It’s a beautiful sunny summer afternoon with a nice breeze that keeps it from getting too hot, which is good because my afternoon is about to get a lot hotter.

  Ashton comes up to me once again. He towers over me with his big powerful body.

  “Violet.”

  The way he says my name in that deep growly voice sends warm shivers racing through my body.

  “You’re all grown up.”

  He looks me up and down and the warm shivers turn into a swirling heat that settles between my legs.

  “I just turned eighteen-years-old.”

  I want him to know that I’m legal. Barely legal, but legal enough for whatever those dark lust-filled eyes have planned. I hold his heated gaze and the thick air between us gets charged with a raw and primal need. My heart is pounding when I finally turn away.

  “Are you enjoying London?”

  He nods. “Yes, but something tells me it’s going to feel very empty when I return.”

  I lick my lips as I quickly look him over. He looks so gorgeous in his tuxedo. The navy blue sleeves hug his big strong arms and broad shoulders. I just want to climb up him like a tree and slide down on that hard cock that’s sticking up against the inside of his pants.

  “That’s too bad,” I say with a tilt of my head. “Is there something you can take back with you to fill up the empty void?”

  He’s staring down at me with his sexy hazel eyes. His salt and pepper hair is combed to the side and I can’t help but think that he would make an excellent James Bond.

  “There’s something,” he answers in a low voice. “But I might have to drag her back with me.”

  “You might be surprised. I think anyone would love to go to London with you.”

  We stare at each other for a long moment. I hope he knows what I meant, but from the way he’s fixated on me, I think that he does.

  I’ve been in love with this man for as long as I can remember, but I’ve never been able to do a damn thing about it.

  He’s always looked at me like the child I was, but things are different now. Finally, they’re different.

  I’m a woman now and he’s finally looking at me like someone to desire. Someone that he can have.

  I just don’t want to share him. I want to be his one and only.

  My stomach flutters with nerves, but I have to ask him. I don’t know if I want to hear the answer, but I have to ask the question.

  “Are you married, or a… girlfriend?” A lump gets stuck in my throat with that last word.

  He shakes his head with a viciousness that tells me he’s not lying. It’s like he’s disgusted to even think about himself with another woman. I hope it’s because he’s thinking about me.

  “There’s no one,” he says as he takes a step forward. “Only you.”

  My lips drop open in shock as he takes my hand in his.

  He starts to lean forward and I think that he might kiss me when my aunt grabs my arm and pulls me away.

  “Sorry, Ashton,” she says with an apologetic smile. “I just want to grab Violet here for a second. Violet, you have to meet my new boyfriend. I’ve told him all about you.”

  I turn back and look at Ashton as she drags me across the lawn, babbling the entire way. He’s breathing heavily as he stares back at me with shining eyes.

  Questions keep racing through my head.

  Was he talking about me going back to London with him? Was he going to kiss me?

  What’s going to happen next?

  I’m surrounded by my cousins and they’re all laughing and joking around as they drink their cocktails. I’m holding the cold glass in my aching fingers, but I’m not laughing. I keep glancing over my shoulder at Ashton to see if he’s still looking at me.

  He is. He always is.

  He’s leaning on the bar looking gorgeous in his tux as he sips on a beer. He doesn’t even take his eyes off me as he raises the pint glass to his lips and takes a sip.

  I turn back to my cousins, feeling all lightheaded and tingling.

  All of their attention is on me. “What?”

  They all laugh.

  “What’s with you, V?” Gemma asks. “You’re a total space cadet today.”

  “Sorry,” I say feeling embarrassed. “I don’t know what’s come over me.”

  My pussy aches as I glance back at Ashton. One of my uncles is talking to him, but he doesn’t seem to be paying Uncle Michael any mind. All of his attention is on me. Right where I like it.

  Ashton has been best friends with my father forever so he knows my family well. I’ve noticed that people keep coming up to him with smiles, but after a few quick harsh words from him, they scurry away with their tails between their legs.

  It’s like he can’t take his focus off of me for even a second.

  I’m too shy to go over, so I walk around the room, saying hi to the guests. I’m intensely aware of his eyes on me the entire time.

  And I love it.

  Wait until he finds out that I’ve saved myself for him.

  Not only am I a virgin, but I’ve never even kissed another boy before. I’ve had the opportunity but it always felt too wrong. It felt like I was cheating. Like I was betraying the man in my life who I knew would one day be mine.

  So I kept my legs closed and my lips sealed. For him.

  The wait was agonizingly long and painful, but hopefully, it will be over tonight.

  Chapter Five

  Violet

  “Thank you,” I say to the waiter as he pours my wine. I’m sitting at the long head table next to my cousin Doug, who is somewhere at the bar.

  We’re on a little platform overlooking all of the guests in the reception hall. It’s a beautiful set up with huge centerpieces of white flowers and candles. There’s nice music playing and soft lighting as everyone gets settled for dinner.

  My new stepmother might be a total cunt, but at least she has nice taste when it comes to decorating. It certainly cost my father enough money. He only wanted a small thing with close family, but she insisted that her wedding be a lavish affair with everyone they knew invited to see how amazing she was.

  It’s like she can hear my thoughts because she gets up from her chair and walks over. She’s got an icy smile on her face that gives me cold shivers.

  “The daughter I never wanted,” she says, smiling as she puts her hand on the back of my chair. To anyone in the crowd, she looks so sweet and nice with her fake smile and tilted head. If only they knew how vile she really was. “Is it too late to put you up for adoption?”

  I smile back at her. “Is it too late to tell my dad that you’re a money-grubbing whore?”

  Her fake smile withers into a scowl and she leaves.

  I glance over at Ashton’s chair. It’s still empty. I haven’t seen him in a while and it’s making me think that maybe he isn’t as interested
in me as I thought he was.

  I haven’t even talked to him since my aunt pulled me away.

  All of the emotions start building up inside me and I need a breather. I get up from the table and sneak out the side door. The terrace and grassy area are empty except for an old dude from my dad’s company who’s smoking a cigarette. I smile at him and walk around the building, holding my arms. The sun is just starting to set and it’s the perfect summer evening. Perfect weather-wise. In every other area, it’s falling apart.

  I should be upset because my father married that woman, but I’m actually upset because I seem to have lost Ashton’s attention.

  Boy, was I wrong.

  Ashton comes rushing around the building and he grabs my arm. I gasp as he pushes me up against the wall and holds me there with his big strong hands.

  I can feel my heartbeat thundering through me as he towers over me. There’s no one around. There’s no one to see. He can do anything to me right now.

  His eyes are on my parted lips as he gently slides his hand up my jaw.

  My heart is pounding furiously in my chest as I feel his warm breath tickling my hot skin. God, my pussy is aching. My body is on fire.

  There’s so much sexual tension between us, I’m surprised the air isn’t rippling with electricity.

  “I’ve been wanting to do this all fucking day. You’re torturing me with this purple dress.”

  My head is back, chin in the air, lips parted. I want him to take it.

  “This little mouth…” He runs his thumb over my lips and I gasp. “The things I have planned for it.”

  He marvels and stares at my mouth like it’s the most amazing thing in the world. Like he’s looking at a precious diamond for the first time or admiring rare rubies.

  I’m already breathing hard. The strong hand on my waist that’s pinning me to the brick wall is really getting me going. My nipples are firm and aching under my dress. I arch my back and press my breasts up to him, teasing him as I breathe heavily. I want this as much as he does.