Madness: Part 2 – Chapter 64

I’m married!

I’m officially Mrs. Reeves. We signed some papers, and the guy who I’m pretty sure is Adam signed as our witness. It was as if we were buying a car while sitting at the kitchen table. All it took was our signatures.

It wasn’t the wedding every little girl dreams of, but Haidyn was right—it’s the only way to save me. As much as we’ve been through, I trust him. I protected him, and he’s done the same for me. Now I owe him my life.

I’m a Lady. Fuck, that feels weird to say. Haidyn’s Lady.

Getting married was a loophole I never thought of until Haidyn mentioned it. Then it all made sense. The Lord I was supposed to marry no longer exists to the world, and I was no longer saving myself for marriage. No Lord would want me after belonging to Haidyn. But does it even really matter? I don’t think so.

This Lord wants me. Even if it’s not for the right reasons, it’s good enough for me.

My husband holds me tight to his muscular body as we dance around the living room while the rain hits the house, and I close my eyes, trying to get my emotions under control. I feel like I just cheated death. In a way, I did. But I also failed at what I was supposed to do.

I’ve let down my father and my mother. What will she say when she finds out what I did? I took the cowardly way out. I don’t deserve to be a Lady, let alone belong in this world. But now I’ve tied myself to a Lord—a Spade brother at that. One who doesn’t want children. I guess it’s for the best. Who wants to bring a child into this world, knowing what they’ll have to go through once they grow up? There is no end to the Lords. Just another generation to come.

I pull away from Haidyn, and I’m surprised he lets me go. We stand in the middle of the living room staring at one another. My heart hammers in my chest at the thought of belonging to him for the rest of my life.

His blue eyes search my face before dropping to my heels and slowly run up over my body.

Licking my lips, I reach down and gather the dress in my hands, slowly pulling it over my head and throwing it to the floor. I want to be his in every way. This is what a devoted Lady does—she gives herself to her Lord. And that’s exactly what the rest of my life will consist of—being my husband’s whore. I step out of my heels one by one.

“Charlotte—”

I gently push on his chest, and he sits down onto the couch. Pushing my thong down my legs, I crawl onto the couch and straddle him. His hands go to my thighs, and I remove my bra before cupping his face and lowering my lips to his, kissing him.

His fingers dig into my thighs, making me moan, and I rock my hips back and forth. The sound of a door closing is heard over the music playing, and I assume it’s Adam leaving us alone to make it official. As if I haven’t belonged to Haidyn since the Lords gave me him as an assignment.

Pulling my lips away from his, I grab his T-shirt, and he sits up straighter, allowing me to pull it over his head. Then my lips are back on his as my hands drop to his jeans, undoing his belt, button, and zipper.

Hovering up on my knees, I manage to pull his hard dick out of his boxer briefs, and he groans in my mouth when I squeeze it. “Fuck me,” I breathe.

His hand drops between our bodies, and he rubs his pierced dick against my wet pussy before lifting his hips and pushing it inside me. “Whatever my wife wants,” he whispers roughly against my lips.

I whimper at his words while lowering myself onto him. He stretches me to accommodate his size, and it takes my breath away. His hands go to my hair, and he pulls my head back as his lips fall to my exposed neck, kissing it tenderly.

My body shakes while I ride him, listening to the thunder outside as the song changes to “Silence” by Marshmello and Khalid.

“Tell me that you’re mine, doll face,” he demands.

“I’m yours.” I gasp rocking my hips back and forth, clenching my pussy around him.

He lets out a growl, making his hard chest vibrate against mine, and I swallow before sucking in a deep breath. I’m starting to sweat, my skin tingling as he holds me tightly to him while I ride my husband on the couch in the middle of the living room.

He lowers my head, and his lips capture mine as my fingers dig into his hair. Fuck, I can’t get close enough to him. I want him to swallow me up. Is it bad that I want to lose myself to him? That I no longer want to be who I was?

Gone is Annabelle Marie Schults. Now I’m Charlotte Reeves. His Lady. Did I ever really know who I was? Who I wanted to be? I’m not really sure. I thought living a loveless marriage was going to be so horrible that I was willing to kill another to gain power. But Haidyn has taught me that you don’t need to be loved in our world. Just protected.

Pulling away from his lips, I place my forehead to his while we both take a second to catch our breath, my hips coming to a stop with his dick still inside me. “I vow to be yours, Haidyn. Forever.” I tell him. Anyone can sign a piece of paper. I want him to know that I’m in a hundred percent. Whatever he wants, I’ll give it to him, including my soul. A Lord demands nothing less.

He lifts his hand and cups my cheek. His thumb runs along my parted lips as a smile tugs at his mouth. “You vow to be mine, doll face.”

“We vow,” we say in unison, and then his lips are back on mine, devouring me like the monster I thought he was.

HAIDYN

She tastes like the scotch she downed as if she needed the liquid courage to hand her life over to me. Whatever makes her feel better about being my wife.

My hands drop to her hips, and I help guide her pussy to fuck my cock. I want to pin her down, put a vibrator in her cunt, and watch her come over and over while I tell her how pretty she looks. But not tonight. I’ve got the rest of my life to do that. No matter how long or short that will be.

She throws her head back, and the house fills with her moans. I let go of her hips, grab her arms, and shove them behind her back. I use one hand to wrap around her tiny wrists holding them parallel to each other on her back while the other finds its way to her long dark hair. I force her head down so she has to meet my stare. “Eyes on me, doll face. I want to watch my wife come on my dick.”

Her heavy eyes search mine while her soaked cunt clenches my pierced dick. Her hips rock back and forth, and I gently kiss her parted lips. Her breath catches, and I smile at the way her lashes flutter. “That’s it, Charlotte. Come for me, doll face.”

“Hai-dyn,” she gasps, and I lean in, capturing her lips with mine, and this time, I kiss her forcefully. My mouth dominates hers as she does exactly what I want. Pulling away, she sucks in a breath.

“That’s my good girl.” I let go of her wrists, and her arms drop to her sides.

I stand, holding her to me. My hard cock is still inside her wet pussy covered in her cum as I carry her to our bedroom. Crawling onto the bed, I push her hair from her face. Her heavy eyes find mine, and I take her shaky legs and shove her knees to her sweat-covered chest. Then I grab her arms and cross them behind her bent knees. I hold them in place while I watch my cock slam into her cunt over and over.

Her body fights my hold, but I don’t let go. I fuck her as if she’s a whore I paid for and not the woman I just married. “Fuck, Charlotte.” I groan, my teeth clenching at the way her pussy hugs my dick. “You feel so good.” I never knew sex could feel like this. I’ve always wanted something different…something new. That’s why I chose to pay for it. One woman for the rest of my life? It sounded boring. Mundane. My wife is anything but that.

“Please…?” her soft voice begs, fighting my hold.

I shove her legs to the left, putting her on her side, but I still hold her in place. My pierced cock slams into her, filling our bedroom with her soft cries. My free hand reaches up, grips her hair, and I yank her head back so I can lean down and kiss her soft cheek. Her body stiffens, and I smile against her face. “That’s a good wife. Letting me use you like the whore you are for me.”

She’s gasping, body trembling, and I sit up, slamming into her a few more times before I come inside her.

When I let go of her, she cries softly as she stretches her body out underneath me. A quick look at the clock on the nightstand tells me I have to leave if I’m going to make it to the cathedral on time.

“I have to go, doll face.”

As if I just threw cold water on her, she widens her eyes and sits up. “I’ll get ready.” She tries to get up from underneath me, but I grab her wrists and then pin them down by her head. “Haidyn⁠—”

“You’re staying here,” I tell her.

“What?” she gasps. “Haidyn, no⁠—”

“Yes.” I interrupt her. “You’re not going.” With that, I pull out of her cunt and get up off the bed. The Lords are already fucking up my marriage and sex life.

She jumps up off the bed on shaky legs and glares at me. “They want me there. Not you.”

“Well, they will have to deal with me.” I pull on a pair of boxer briefs followed by a pair of jeans.

“If I don’t show, they’ll think I’m a coward.” She lets out a huff.

Leaving my jeans undone, I walk over to her and cup her face, forcing her to meet my stare. “You’re not a coward.”

She snorts rolling her eyes. “I married you to save my own ass. That’s the definition of a coward.”

She married me to save my ass and I’ll do whatever it takes to save hers as well. “I’ll tell them I forced you.”

“Haidyn—”

“You had no choice,” I push some brown strands behind her ear. If only she knew how far I’d go to get what I want.

Her eyes narrow on mine. “You told me we always have a choice. The Lords will know that I chose to save myself.”

“I’ll tell them that I drugged you, flew you to Vegas, and made you my wife.” I reach down and run my hand over her little diamond that she still wears from dipshit.

She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and nibbles on it.

Leaning forward, I plant a kiss on her forehead. “I’ll be back soon, doll face.” Letting go, I turn around and give her my back and finish getting dressed. I have somewhere to be.