Victor's mysterious Fangs

43. Wedding

3 months before

Aria

"I told him," I fell into Victor's arms.
"He'll come princess," Victor soothed me. No, I will not compel him.

You're no fun.
What if he comes to and flips out? We're the show. We don't need another one, princess.

"How are the preparations going anyway?" I nuzzled deeper into him, enjoying the comfort of his scent.

He caressed my hair, "Lovely. I have everything I need right here." I love you.

I love you more.

"Did you tell him?" Victor asked, his hand circling my belly.
"No," I sighed, "I didn't get the chance. He was all over the place. I think he needs some help or some therapy."

"It'll be fine," Victor cooed.

"Where's Dominic?" I asked, taking my mind off my father.

"Doing unholy things, I'm afraid," Victor answered me. "Come here," he moved me into his lap, smothering me with kisses, both of his hands falling to my stomach. My hand fell atop of his as soon as his lips made contact with my neck. I could see nothing but lust in his eyes.

"So now it's our turn?" I giggled.
"Correct," he expertly freed my tits from my bra. You smell so good.

I taste even better.

"Princess, you're tempting me," he sucked my nipple, fondling the other. His hand wandered down, tugging my dress up. Though, it was on my mind already. His nimble fingers found my center easily, and I could feel him engorging against my thigh. He was an expert at making me feel good. He knew where to go and what to do; his fingers dipped in and out of me and the plethora of ecstasy that came easily devoured me. I moaned, feeling myself crashing. Don't. Not yet. He withdrew his fingers just as I was on the edge. He grinned at my small frown, kissing me nonstop before he threw me on my back against the bed. I want to taste you.

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*                      Present day
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Victor was making me replay that in my head, our most intense session with whips and chains and everything else. Simply because we weren't supposed to be talking to each other or seeing each other. Stupid superstitious traditions. Vic you're no fair.

I wish I could give you more, princess.

I couldn't enjoy it, for there was always something to pop up.

Robin hit my arm, "You have company."

"What?" I asked, looking over my shoulder. I spied my dad clad in a neat black suit with a familiar looking woman who I couldn't recognize right away. I was just in shock. "He came," the words slipped. "He came, Robin."

"Yeah. He did. He's been coming to our house everyday asking about you. It's been so hard keeping the secret everyday seeing his sad depressed face," Robin muttered. My dad shared a few words with the familiar looking woman before he advanced towards me. "Good luck," Robin encouraged me.

I held my breath, wondering how this would go. I wanted him to stay and walk me down the aisle. I wanted him to be proud of me. I wanted us to be a family again. He stopped a foot away, silently gazing at me.

"Hey dad," I finally spoke.
"Sorry, I just.." he trailed off, his hands shaking.
"I guess I've been looking at these photos too long. I thought I saw a ghost," he blinked.

"The funniest thing happened. Her picture fell and the glass broke so I had to replace the frame and all that. The picture was of us standing in front of the house. We had just bought it and your mother was still pregnant with you." He took a deep breath. " She wrote something on the back of it that made me come here today. I'm sorry, Aria. For not being there. For not being good enough for a father. For not loving you. I'm so grateful that you found him." My dad passed me the photo. "She always knew," he said. "That's why she wanted to move here. Said she could feel you telling her something. God, she knew."