Page 15 of The Butcher
I didn’t realize how much desire had been building until Alexei’s hand tightened once more.
“We’re leaving,” he said, and it wasn’t a suggestion or something.
It was decided, and God help me… I didn’t argue or even hesitate. I let him lead me to hell.
The shift in the air around us was immediate the second we stepped away from the reception. The noise faded behind us as we made our way through the hall, past people who noticed but didn’t stop us, past conversations that paused and then resumed as if nothing had happened.
His hand never left me, guiding, and steady. I didn’t pull away because I didn’t want to.
I felt his fingers tightened slightly at my back, drawing me closer as he leaned in, his mouth brushing near my ear. The noise of the room dulled until it felt like it was just him and me. I felt the shift in Alexei and the way his body angled more toward mine, closing off any space between us.
“Why?” I finally asked in a breathless tone, even though I already knew.
His thumb pressed into my waist, slow, measured, like he wanted me to feel every second of it. His breath brushed my ear again, his voice dropping lower, rougher this time, and I shivered. “Because this part is done,” he said quietly. “They’ve seen what they needed to see.”
“What happens now?” I asked, my voice barely audible, but I knew he heard me.
“I take you upstairs to our suite,” he continued, his tone leaving no room for misunderstanding, “and I make you my wife in every way that matters.”
My breath caught, sharper than before. I felt the way his grip tightened, like he noticed every reaction I couldn’t quite hide.
“That’s why we’re leaving,” he finished, pulling back just enough to look at me, his gaze steady and dark. “I’m not waiting any longer. I’ve been hard since the moment you walked down that aisle in white and lace, knowing I’d be the one to rip that dress off and paint your virgin cunt with my cum tonight. The Butcher doesn’t wait.”
Every step pulled us farther from the reception, the noise fading behind us as the private corridor stretched out ahead. He took hold of my hand, guiding me without hesitation, without asking, and I didn’t question it because I already knew where we were going.
The honeymoon suite that was already prepared and waiting.
My wedding night was here, and there was no stopping it.
The thought settled heavier with each step, not unfamiliar, not unexpected, but different now that it was real, now that we were married.
He didn’t slow as we reached the elaborate double doors, didn’t look back, or give me time to overthink any of it. His hand tightened in mine, keeping me right where he wanted me as we stepped inside.
The door shut behind us, cutting everything else off in an instant. The noise, people, and especially the weight of being watched.
Now, it was just us.
The suite was just as excessive as the rest of the hotel with high ceilings, soft lighting reflecting off crystal prisms, and silk, marble, and gold threaded through every furnishing. But none of it held my attention for long because Alexei’s presence commanded the room.
He was so close and just watched me, his predatory gaze reaching out and caressing me.
I barely had time to take a breath before he curled his fingers possessively around my throat. I tipped my head back to look into his face.
The shift between us was immediate, but that disappeared completely as his gaze dropped to my mouth, slower this time, and more deliberate, like he was still holding himself back.
Alexei’s hand slid up from my throat to my neck, fingers curling slightly to the side wheremy pulse point beat rapidly before settling there, firm. He held me in place as his thumb brushed once along my jaw. The touch wasn’t rushed or careless, and it made the tension between us stretch tighter instead of breaking.
“This is where everything changes,” he said, his voice lower now, rougher than it had been all night. “No more waiting, Lucia Drakovich.”
Hearing him say my new last name, my Bratva husband’s last name, shouldn’t have made my pussy wet and my nipples tighten.
I didn’t answer and couldn’t move.
He gripped me tighter, pulling me into him until there was no space left between us. I felt him fully now, the heat of his body, the strength in it, and the way he held me like I was already his in every way that mattered.
And God… he was hard. He was long and big and so thick that his erection pressed against my belly.
His head dipped slightly, his mouth brushing just at the edge of my jaw before moving lower, close enough that I felt every word against my skin.
