by K. D Clark
“Alek,” I hiss as his fingers tease my panties.
“Open your legs,” he says quietly without looking away from the tv. My breath hitches in my throat, but I do as he says. He reaches around my panties, and his fingers rub against my most sensitive spot. I bite on my lip, trying to keep my moan at bay as his fingers explore. He pushes a finger inside of me, and my breath hitches.
“Alek,” I whisper in a warning. If he doesn’t stop-
He leans over to whisper in my ear. “I want to feel you come all over my fingers, right here on this crowded plane.”
It only takes a couple of minutes, and I do just that. My body shivers, and I nearly draw blood from biting my lip. Alek gives me a wicked smile before removing his fingers. I watch in shock as he places both of his fingers, covered in my wetness, into his mouth.
He leans over to whisper in my ear. “Next time you’ll come on my tongue.”
*****
“What do you have in mind? I was thinking of something more traditional, more like a ballroom gown. We don’t want to pick something too tight or revealing as you know the men in this family are more conservative.”
I want to laugh at that last part. Bratva men sell drugs, deal with guns, and kill people, but god forbid I wear a mermaid dress for my wedding.
“Ballgown is fine,” I mutter. My mom could have done this without me, but I guess she has to make sure the dress fits. She holds the door of the dress shop open for me to walk in.
“Ms. Miller?” A man says, coming around the dress to greet me.
I clear my throat. “Yes.”
“We have some amazing gowns picked out for you. You can call me Francis, I’ll be assisting you with all of your dress shopping needs.” We shake hands, and I try my best to look mildly excited about the torture I’m about to endure? I’d much rather be at home...well, at Alek’s place. The construction workers finished the hot tub while we were in Miami, and I plan to use it tonight.
“Nice to see you again, Mrs.Miller,” Francis says, reaching around to shake Mom’s hand.
“Francis, it’s always a pleasure.”
“Well, let’s get you two settled.”
He leads us through rows of wedding dresses that eventually open up to an ample seating area. I assume for most brides, this is a pivotal moment. They probably invite all their friends and spend months looking through inspiration photos.
“Go ahead and have a look around while I set up your dressing room,” Francis says after handing my mom a glass of champagne. He scurries off down the hall. I’m the one who needs the glass of champagne, but I don’t say anything. I walk over to a rack of dresses and casually flip through them.
“Honey, I know this isn’t ideal.”
I stiffen a groan.
“Me and your father have both spoken with Ivan. I know he’s not who you imagined, but I think he will be a good husband.”
I can’t hold back my reaction this time. A laugh bubbles in my chest and escapes through my lips. I turn around to see she’s looking at me with a hint of concern in her eyes.
“A good husband? Did he tell you that he took me out on a date and tried to drive us back home after he’d been drinking? Or that he pocketed the waitress’s number like I wouldn’t notice? Or that he doesn’t believe I should work outside the home like it’s the 1950’s or something? Everyone knows his reputation, Mom. He’s a drunk and a playboy. The only reason I’m marrying him is so that war doesn’t start because he can’t control where he puts his-”
“Delaney!” my mom scolds, her face red from embarrassment. “That’s enough. You will not embarrass our family. You’ve had plenty of time to talk with me and your father, but instead, you choose to stay with Alek and live in fantasy land. This is happening, Delaney, whether you like it or not. One week from today.”
My mouth drops open. One week? The wedding is in one week? My heart drops to my stomach, and I swear I can’t breathe. It’s like my lungs don’t work. “One week.”
“Yes. I tried to wait as long as possible to pick out the dress because I knew this is how you would act.”
Francis chooses that moment to come back to the waiting area. It’s obvious he picks up on the tension in the room, but he does a good job of not showing it. His smile stays perfectly in place despite the turmoil that’s running through me.
He clasps his hands together. “Delaney, your room is all set up. There’s a few dresses already hanging up...” I zone out to whatever else he says, and I follow him to the dressing room in a trance—one week.
I feel like I’m in the twilight zone as I try on dress after dress until my mom approves of one. I don’t even register what it looks like. Francis gives my mom instructions on when she can pick it up, and before I know it we’re back inside her Lexus.
“I thought you knew,” my mom says quietly once we pull away from the dress shop.
I shake my head. Her eyes flash to me, and I see the pity in them. I ignore her and face the window.
“I didn’t know it was going to be Ivan. I thought it would be Alek, Hunny. I really did.”
“So did I.”
Alek
I pour myself another glass of Vodka while I stare at the long white box delivered to my house for Delaney. I forgot out about the stupid cocktail party tonight at the Mayor’s home. I usually hate shit like this, where we get dressed up and act like upstanding citizens, but I hate it even more, knowing that Delaney is going with Ivan. Getting into politics was Gavrill’s idea, and I have to admit it’s paid off for us. We’re able to keep the police out of areas where we do serious business, and we get a heads up on any big plans. With Denis as a senator, we’re able to put legislation into place that benefits the Bratva without anyone suspecting a thing. On the other side of this coin, I now have to watch Delaney walk around the Mayor’s house on Ivan’s arm.
A soft knock sounds at my door, and I drain the rest of my Vodka before answering. “Come in.”
Delaney steps inside. Her hair is pulled up at the top of her head in a tight bun. She’s wearing those scrubs that should turn me off, but for some reason, I can’t tear my eyes away. She nicely fills out anything she wears. I watch her soft eyes as they glance at the empty glass in my hand before turning to the fireplace that I started.
“I know you have my dress in here,” she says quietly.
“I do.”
“Do you plan on giving it to me?”
“I don’t want to.”
She crosses the room and perches her ass on the edge of my desk. “Don’t make this night difficult.”
“I’m not a child, Delaney. I know how to behave at a cocktail party.”
She looks me over as if not genuinely believing me before holding out her hand. “The dress, Alek.”
Instead of picking up the white box on the floor next to me, I roll my office chair over to her so that I’m now sitting in between her thighs. Her breathing increases as I place both hands on the side of her ass and stand to my feet. She has to bend her neck to look up at me. Her throat shifts as she swallows. She’s so small compared to me: a lamb and a lion.
“I don’t like the dress,” I say, my voice coming out raw and husky.
She doesn’t say anything, not that I expect her to. Ivan sent it for her, so she has to wear it. The event is in a few hours. I’m taking up the time she has to get ready. Good, maybe then everyone won’t stare at her like Ivan’s arm candy because that is precisely what he’s hoping for. With a dress like that on my girl, she’ll be the center of attention.
Her hands come up to my arms, and she rubs the length of them. Her touch is so gentle and soft, the complete opposite of who I am. I lean forward, and she leans back until her back touches the hard wooden desk.
Her breathing quickens as I run a finger along the seam of her pants. “I’m going to be late,” she says.
I briefly look up at her, but I don’t reply. I could give a damn if she’s late. I prefer she doesn’t go at all, but that wouldn’t go o
ver very well with Ivan or her father. I take my time removing her pants and panties, leaving them in a pile on the carpeted floor. That gorgeous pink pussy stares back at me. Perfectly bare and ready for me. I run my thumb through her slit, feeling the wetness that coats her. I suppress a groan before pulling out the top drawer in my desk and grabbing the black lacy panties.
“What-”
I set them on the desk next to her. “Put those on and go get ready.”
She closes her legs and sits up. “Are you serious?”
I bend down, grab the white box, and sit on the desk.
“You can be a real ass sometimes; you know that.”
I grab her chin in between my two fingers and force her to look at me. “Wear the panties, don’t take them off until I say so.”
She pushes off the desk tearing her face from my hand in the process. Grabbing the box and the panties, she leaves the room, but not before slamming my door so hard the pictures on the wall vibrate.
Delaney
I try to focus my attention on Ivan’s conversation with Jacob, the Mayor’s son, but my mind is elsewhere. After Alek gave me my outfit for the night and sent me on my way, I’ve been searching for him in the crowd of people. I can’t figure him out. He wants me; if he didn’t he wouldn’t have laid me out on his desk like he wanted to fuck me a few hours ago.
Ivan nudges me, and I snap back to reality to see that Jacob is staring at me.
“I’m sorry, what was that?”
He chuckles. “I asked about the big day. I’m guessing you’re looking forward to it?”
I plaster on a fake smile. “Absolutely the date is creeping up on us.”
One week away. My mom’s voice bounces around in my head.
Ivan nods. “That it is.”
Ivan and Jacob start to talk again & I am relieved that my part of the charade is over. A waiter passes us, and I quickly grab a glass of champagne from the tray. I lift the glass up to take a drink when I see him. Behind Jacob, Alek is standing there looking like a Greek god in a three-piece suit, but that’s not what grabs my attention. It’s the woman on his arm. That son of a bitch. He brought someone else. She’s pretty, blonde, and perfectly fits in at a place like this. He catches my eye and tucks a hand into the pocket of his suit pants. I look away and take a big gulp of my drink. Just as I do, a zap vibrates right on my clit. Before I can comprehend, the champagne glass slips from my finger and falls to the floor with a crash. A hush falls over the crowd.
“I’m so sorry,” I rush out, bending down to pick up the glasses.
Jacob laughs and waves it off. “Don’t worry about it. Accidents happen. Amelia!” He says, calling over a short woman in an apron with her hair up in a bun. She has a small broom and dustpan in her hand. Ivan gently pulls me to my feet so that Amelia can sweep up the mess.
The crowd goes back to chattering, and I apologize again to Jacob, who waves it off again. Ivan gives me the side-eye but doesn’t say anything, at least not yet. A waiter comes to replace the champagne glass I dropped, and when I look back at the crowd, I spot Alek with a stupid half-grin on his face. That fucking asshole.
After a few minutes, the panties vibrate again, but this time it’s more than a zap, no this time it’s a full vibrator right on my most sensitive spot. I grip the champagne glass tight and bite down on my lower lips to keep from moaning. Wetness pools between my legs as I try my best to appear normal. I wave a hand over my face trying to cool myself down.
“Are you hot, Delaney? I can ask Amelia to turn down the temperature,” Jacob offers.
Ivan looks at me with narrowed eyes, no longer amused by my strange behavior. Just as I think my legs are about to give out, the vibration stops.
I clear my throat. “No, I’m okay. I think I’m just under the weather.”
I’m going to kill Alek when I get my hands on him. Why does he find it entertaining to torture me while he’s on a date with someone else?
Ivan and Jacob wrap up their conversation, and I hold Ivan’s arm as we walk through the crowd.
“What is wrong with you?” He hisses low enough in my ear that no one else can hear just as I’m about to respond, the vibrating starts again.
“I need to use the bathroom,” I gush out before taking off in the direction I hope is the bathroom. I moan slips from my lips as I rush past a City Councilman, and he raises an eyebrow at me. It takes two hallways before I get to the bathroom. I barge inside on the cusps of an orgasm, but just as I close the door, the vibrating stops. I’m so frustrated I feel like I might cry. Is he fucking kidding me right now?! I reach under my dress and shove the panties off my legs. They look like regular underwear, but I can feel the wires as I move them in my hands—a knock sounds at the door.
“Just a minute,” I call.
“It’s me,” Alek’s deep voice echoes across the bathroom. Ha! I rip the door open ready to give him a piece of my mind, but before I can, he crowds us both into the small bathroom. He closes the door and locks it before I can even get a word out.
“I told you not to take them off,” he says, turning around to face me. His eyes have darkened with desire.
“If I’d known these were just a tool to torture me, I would have never put them on!”
He takes a step closer to me, and I take a step back. He raises his eyebrow.
“I need to go back out there.” I say the words, but my body is begging me to stay here with him.
“We have some time before someone notices we’re both missing.”
Ivan probably thinks I’m sick & throwing up in here or something. Before I can respond, Alek crosses the bathroom and pulls me up by the back of the thighs, so I have no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist. Everything about this is so wrong. My fiancé is out there waiting for me. He’s on a date with someone else, and yet as he sets me down on the vanity, everything feels so right. The light smell of his colognes mixes with his usual scent of fresh soap. He doesn’t waste any time pulling himself out of his pants and entering me. My body stretches to accommodate him. I’m right back to where I was before I made it to the bathroom, right on that edge. I lock my arms around his neck and pull myself closer.
“Fuck, Alek.”
“You’re so damn wet,” he growls in my ear.
I don’t wait for him. I move my hips rubbing my clit against his body. It doesn’t take long for him to get the hint because he starts to thrust. We’re like rabbits trying to get each other off as fast as possible. His breathing comes out short and labored in my ear. Goosebumps rise over my skin, and then I explode. Stars fill my vision, and when Alek clamps a hand over my mouth, I realized I’d been about to scream.
“Quiet, bunny,” he whispers.
My moan is muffled, but the orgasm isn’t any less powerful. His fingers dig into my skin before he groans. He pulls out and cums on my inner thighs. We both take a minute to catch our breaths. My head is spinning.
“I see you brought a date,” I say to Alek as he grabs a paper towel from the counter and wets it.
“I obviously would rather have you on my arm, but you’re taken...for now.”
He drags the wet paper towel between my legs to clean up the mess he made.
“For now?” I ask.
He tucks himself back into his suit pants and kisses me. “I’ll see you out there.”
Then he leaves out the door like nothing ever happened.
*****
The next week seems to fly by before I can even really grasp it. I should have been living it up the last week since my freedom will soon be stripped from me. But instead, I’ve spent every moment I can wrapped around Alek. We’ve had sex more because we both know it won’t be long before we’ll have to say goodbye. I stopped talking to Robin. I don’t answer my mom’s phone calls. I’ve spent the last week acting like the outside world doesn’t exist.
But today, my wedding day, I can’t pretend any longer. My parents sent a car to pick me up, and from the text my mom sent me, everything I need to
get ready will be at the house. Alek isn’t home, and I don’t even bother changing out of my pajamas before getting in the town car. It takes a while to get to Ivan’s grandfather’s home. I can’t deny how beautiful the mansion is. It’s not hidden like Alek’s house, but it doesn’t look like there are any neighbors close by either. The brick house sits on acres and acres of perfectly manicured lawns. The driver opens the door for me, and my mom comes out of the house. Her fake smile is in place, and she’s already dressed as if the wedding isn’t five hours from now.
“Oh Honey, you look beautiful already,” she says, her heels clicking against the cobblestone as she comes to the car. She’s lying. I look like shit, and we both know it. I’m pretty sure Alek could hear me crying last night, but he didn’t say anything. He just kept me tightly wrapped in his arms. My eyes are puffy. My hair looks like a rat’s nest.
“Come on, the hairdresser will be here soon, but I want to show you the set up first.”
I don’t give a damn about the setup, but I let her lead me through the home anyway. It’s full of people rushing to prepare food and carrying chairs.
“It’s not completely together yet, but you get the idea,” Mom says as she holds the back door open for me. There’s a white altar decorated with flowers and vines directly across from me. Rows and rows of white chairs fill the space between the back door and the altar. I’m standing in the aisle. I haven’t even picked my own bridesmaid. I wonder who will walk before me?
“They should be laying down a white carpet right here.”
We walk back inside and to the bedroom, where I’ll be getting ready.
Hours pass where I sit in a chair and allow people to pick at me. The most awkward moment was when the esthetician came in with a table to wax me. She tried to make small talk as she placed the hot wax between my legs.
“So are you excited for your wedding night?” She’d asked me. It was an innocent question, and I’m sure most brides would gush about how excited they were, but her question reminded me of what was expected tonight. There’s no way I’m sleeping with Ivan. If he thought marrying me would be easy, he has another thing coming. I will make him regret forcing me into this marriage. When I didn’t answer the esthetician, she cleared her throat and didn’t say much else the rest of the session. I laid there like a corpse the whole time, willing all this to be over.