Rita Ora - Only Want You (ft 6LACK)

Rory's meeting with Luci ended abruptly by the stylist who was rushing into the room to give her the second dress of the night. A chiffon dress decorated by flowers that feel to her ankles. They fixed her smeared makeup and unwound her hair, letting the curls bounce loose.

She was brought back to the banquet hall where Gideon awaited her. She admitted he looked incredibly handsome in his black tuxedo and bow tie. His dark hair combed neatly and he had cleaned up his stubble.

They had their first dance but Rory never walked in heels before let alone waltz in them. Her wedding dress was long enough that she was barefooted, a request the stylist had disapproved off.

In the end, Gideon had to pick her up, sliding one arm behind her knees and one resting on her waist. He held her against him as they swayed to the soft music in the background. She buried her face into his shoulder feeling the heat of embarrassment rising in her body.

But the guest had brought it. All they saw was an in love couple dancing together like no one was in the room.

All night Gideon couldn't keep his hands off her. When they sat for their meals, his hand had slides under her dress, resting on her inner thigh and stroking the skin that was dangerously closed to her core. All the while, trailing hot wet kisses from her forehead to top of her breast exposed by the v neckline of the dress. Pushing him away was useless since she was no match against his strength. Her body heated up, increasing by several notches that she felt like she was roasting alive. The control of her body she desperately clung on to gone.

Her eyes darted to Luci, who was watching their interaction and she instantly regretted rejecting the gift she had gotten her. From the moment he had kidnapped her, Gideon had gotten the things he wanted from her which he had gain from threatening her. Initially, she had believed his words out of terror and even more now since he was a mafia leader.

Aren't they notorious for killing people? It made sense now, all the guns his men were carrying.

Suddenly the food in front of her didn't look at all pleasing. She just wanted to rest so, she excused herself from the party.

Lilac petals, like the ones that fell from the ceiling, covered the floor of Gideon's private room. She followed it into the bedroom where candles were spontaneously placed atop of the furniture.

In the corner of her eyes, she stopped the gift bag Luci had brought to her.

Just in case - Luci.

The note inside read.

Rory stepped out of her dress, hanging it in the walk-in closet. A white lace lingerie set had been placed on the bed for her but she only looked at in disgusting before discarding it somewhere in a drawer. She simply pulled on a black hoodie, cotton shorts and some over the knee socks to bed.

She blew out all the candles and dived under the sheets.

The bed dipped suddenly and her moment of solidarity was gone. Judging by the digital clock on the nightstand, however, several hours of already passed by since it was already 1am.

His familiar scent mixed with a strong smell of alcohol hits her nose and she instantly tensed up. He was close, so close she could feel his breathe against her skin. Rory sealed her eyes tightly shut, feigning sleep.

It didn't stop him from touching her.

His hand slide underneath her hoodie, caressing the skin of her stomach in gentle swirls while he took a nibble at her neck. She gasped involuntarily at the wetness of his mouth and pushed his oversized frame off her.

She reached for the light switch, illuminating the room. A childish part of her believed it'll scare away all the monsters hiding in the darkness but this one wasn't afraid. This monster was amused and clearly horny from the way he gripped the front of his trousers.

"Do you like doing it with the lights on?" He asked, drinking in her outfit in with his eyes.

He asked the stylist for sexy lingerie not whatever she was wearing. She looked like she was dress for winter, they were in Colombia for god sake. It didn't matter though, she still looked sexy especially with the woolly thigh high socks.

Rory merely shook her head with an incredulous look before laying her head back onto the pillow. Gideon shrugged off his tuxedo jacket, unbutton his shirt and placed the gun he kept with him at all times in his pocket on the night stand. He climbed in bed, on top of her with the intention of fucking her as his wife for the first time.

"I'm excited." He admitted, inhaling her sweet.

Sex was always exciting for him. This on the other hand was different. He couldn't find words for it. He just knew this was a different type of excitement, like waiting to have something he wanted for so long and finally getting it. Rory's disgusted expression told him otherwise.

"Get off me!" She snapped, pushing at his chest.

Yet again she ruined the mood.

"Rory," he glared. "It's our wedding night."

Before she could even stop him, he reached the top of her sleep shorts and tugged off in one swift movement. She yelped, reaching for the blanket to cover her bottom. He tugged that off too, throwing the sheets aside. This man must have some inhuman strength because he was so strong. She didn't even put up a fight.

"Stop it!" She glowered, kicking her legs at him as he attempted to yank off her hoodie.

Her arms and legs were in the air, those slender limbs attempting to do anything to get him away.

He grabbed her ankles, both of them, pulling them apart and yanking her down against his hips. Her clothed pussy hits his bulge sending him into ecstasy. Releasing her ankles, he pinned her wrist on either side of her head as he kept the rest of her down with his lower half.

His lips found the side of her neck and sucked on the sweet spot. He listened to her rugged breathing and instantly knew she was trying to bite back a moan. There were other spots on her body he wanted to suck on so, in a flash he released her wrist and pulled the hoodie off her hoody. He discarded it and inhale sharply at the delicious sight before him.

He hadn't expected her to go to bed without a bra on. She was just full of surprises.

Two swelling breasts fitted perfectly into his palm. He loved them, they were more to his liking them the other women he slept with before. He dived in without a second thought, clamping his mouth onto her right nipple while playing with the other with his free hand.

"Mr Torres!" Rory cried, banging her fists on his back. "Stop please! I don't want to do this."

Her pleads go unheard as Gideon was too focused on playing with his toys. His teeth held onto her harden nipple and he tugged at it, earning himself a hiss from Rory. She unclenched her fist and her nails dug into his shirt which only fuel his carnal desires more.

Letting go of her breast, he discarded his shirt to the side revealing a toned body. Thick and tan muscles as a result of his daily training at the gym. His left arm, from the shoulders and down to the wrist was covered in inked.

The tattoos started as lightning shooting throw a pair of wings. Further down she noticed a chrysanthemum flower - the flower of death. When she look closer she could see the shadows of a grim reaper, skulls and fires of hell.

Rory swallowed, tearing her eyes from his arm to find him somehow in his boxers. Her mouth goes dried seeing him hold onto his bulge. From the outlining, he was big but she had never seen a dick in person before so she didn't really understand what was considered big.

"Lie down," he ordered, coming closer.

"No." She whispered, pressing herself further into the headboard.

Her arms were covering her chest, hiding her naked top from his gaze. Then, the gun resting on the nightstand caught her eye. She stared at for long hard moment. Never in her life had she ever held a gun or ever been this close to one.

There was a first time for everything.

Rory ducked underneath Gideon's arms as he tried to pull her arms from her body. She was on her stomach, her hands reaching for the gun. Her fingers grazed it's hard metal bottom and with one stretch, she grasped onto it for dear life before he pulled her back into him.

She rolled her body, pointing the gun straight at him.

She had expected to seeing him surrender, fear in his stance and begging her for mercy. Instead, he smiled at her in amusement and crawled even closer.

"Stop!" She shouted, "come closer and I'll shoot."

"Do it then." He chuckled, "But you might want to remove the safety first."

Her eyes travelled to the gun in confusion. She didn't know why he meant by that. It looked like an ordinary gun, like the ones she had seen on TV before.

"Do you want me to do it for you?" He offered in a condescending tone.

"No stay back!"

Gideon didn't listen, he moved to hovered over her body and allowed her to press the gun into his chest. She won't shoot, he knew her. Rory was a coward from his observation of her in the last two years. She was the type let issues slide to avoid confrontation and has no violent bone in her body. She was not the type to hurt others out of spite or fear.

"Shoot me, Rory." He encouraged. His hands wrapped around her own, helping her hold the gun in firm position.

"What are you-"

"Shoot." He ordered with a smug smile. "Go on an shoot your husband on our wedding night."

She shook her head in disbelief. He was asking her to kill him, really asking her to. When she tried to pull the gun form his chest, he kept it firmly in place and even help her find the trigger.

"I don't want this!" She cried in a panic.

It was only a buff, she never really intended to shoot him. Rory just wanted to scare him a little and somehow prove to herself that she was able to take control of the situation. But, judging by the smirking and the daring glint in eyes, he really wanted her to shoot him. Why she didn't exactly want to find out.

They stared at each other. He remained still and so calm with a gun pressed against his chest. Yet, the one holding the gun was trembling, afraid that one movement of her finger will set off the trigger, killing him.

She was not a person made for prison.

"I can spend a lifetime like this." He sniggered, cocking his head to the side. "And I won't mind dying by your hands."

Rory was at a lost for words. She had never hurt anything deliberately, not even a fly or a spider that had crawled itself into her room.

"If you're going to shoot me do it now." He continued the torment. Gideon refused to let her of her hands, he held them firmly squeezing in encouragement. "Come on Rory shoot me!"

"No," she cried, her voice quivering.

She loosen to the grip on the gun to only have him keep them there, tightening his hands around her own. Both of their index fingers were resting on the trigger now. If he just pushed her finger, the bullet would travel straight through his heart.

"I don't want to do it!" She admitted, "I was lying! So, please let go of my hand."

His chest vibrated with a low laughter before he said "You'll probably want to kill me after. Especially with what I plan to do with tonight." Ignoring her begging, he kept their hands tightly onto the gun.

Brown and green orbs met. Rory knew instantly what she had to do to get him to let go. If she didn't, her shaking would accidentally set off the bullet.

With a dry throat, she stammered, "okay, I'lol sleep with you."