The-Wrong-Bride-Ares--Raven’s-story-(Maura,-Catharina)_bibis

She looks up at me and nods, her eyes filled with an emotion I can’t quite name. She’s never
looked at me this way before. Maybe that night when she was drunk wasn’t just a fluke. Maybe a
small part of her truly does want me.
My thoughts fill with images of her underneath me, her pussy wrapping around my cock, her heat
and tightness driving me mad. Maybe… my dreams could come true after all. I’ve never dared think
of her this way, but she’s my wife now.
Raven clears her throat, a blush staining her cheeks as she averts her gaze, flustered. There were
hints of insecurity and doubt in her eyes, and I can’t quite understand why. Can’t she feel how fucking
hard she makes me? It’s impossible for her not to realize what kind of effect she has on me.
Now, more than ever, I want her to know that she’s the only one on my mind. I keep thinking of the
words that tumbled out of her lips when she was on the phone with her mother, and each time those
words reverberate through my mind, my blood fucking boils. I need Raven to know that I can barely
think straight when I look at her. Thinking of someone else when she’s in the vicinity is near
impossible, but how do I make her see that?
“What are you even doing here?” she asks, her voice trembling.
I let go of her and force my thoughts to calm. “There’s somewhere I want to take you today. I
suppose it’s a surprise of some sort,” I tell her, my voice soft.
“Where?”
I offer her my hand, and she takes it hesitantly. “You’ll see.”
Raven is silent as I lead her to my car, and I wonder what she’s thinking. Did I overstep with what
I said to her just now? Fucking hell. Why is it that I always lose my patience with her? The mere
thought of her sleeping with someone else had me seeing red, and it’s leaving me feeling confused.
I’ve never had this issue with Hannah. I couldn’t care less how many men wanted her and simply
considered it part of her job, but I can’t make that same distinction with Raven.
I can’t make sense of the way my wife makes me feel. I should be heartbroken over the way my
relationship with Hannah ended, and perhaps I should be somewhat resentful about my marriage with
Raven, but I’m not, and I’m not sure why.
“Where are we?” she asks as I park the car in front of the building one of my friends owns.
“You’ll see. Let’s go.” I walk around the car and open her door for her, offering her my hand. It’s
odd, because Hannah and I never held hands. She was always too scared to be photographed with me
that way. Yet somehow, I won’t take no for an answer with Raven. It’s a simple thing, but I need her
hand in mine when we’re together.
Raven entwines our fingers, and I smile to myself as we walk in. “I want you to know that I have
every intention of keeping my promises to you, Rave. You told me my home doesn’t feel like ours, and
you’re right. So let’s fix that, okay?”
She looks up at me in surprise when she realizes where I’ve taken her. “Castello Designs,” she
murmurs. I smile as my friends, Selena and Damien, walk up to us to greet us. They’re a husband and
wife team that does some of the best architecture and interior design I’ve ever seen. Selena’s eyes
drop to our joined hands, and she smiles. “If it isn’t Mr. and Mrs. Windsor,” she says, grinning. “I’m
honored you chose us to design your home.”
Raven looks up at me with a questioning gaze, and I smile reassuringly. “They’re friends of mine,
so I told them about us ahead of our formal announcement.”
My wife grins at me, and something about that smile of hers sets my heart ablaze. I don’t think I’ve
seen her look even remotely as happy ever since we got married, and I only have myself to blame for
it. I need to do better.