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"W-Wait, Donovan... what if someone comes?"

I groan out again as Donovan moves out of me, then slams his hips hard against me, thrusting his thick, monstrous manhood back into me, deeper than I've ever felt it before, making my eyes roll and my legs shake.

"You just have to be quiet then, won't you?" Donovan hisses out, his hands on my hips. "Wouldn't want to get caught now, would we?" He chuckles.

"Husband." He whispers seductively in my ear as his teeth bite onto my earlobe, red with blush.

As Donovan grabs my waist and brings me to his chest, he fucks me like a crazed animal as his palm goes over my mouth to stop me from making any noise, I try my hardest to not cry out in pleasure, as he holds me captive with his touch.

A knock at the door startles me as Donovan stops, his length still deep inside of me as we both look to the door.

"Donovan, you there son?" The sound of his dad's voice calls out.

I turn to look at Donovan, panic in my eyes as his eyes swirls in amusement as he starts moving inside of me again, slow and torturous as his finger enters my mouth, a sick look of amusement on his face as he grins out wickedly.

This... bastard!

"Yeah, I'll be out in a second," Donovan calls out, as he makes me suck on his fingers. "I'm just freshening up."

I turn and glare at him, his fingers leaving my mouth as he smirks, his eyes filled with mischief and power as he looks back at me, looking so goddamn handsome in a black tux, that it's painful to look at him without getting hard.

"Ok son." His dad calls out, still behind the door as I feel my release building. "Don't forget about your guests out there." He says with a laugh as the sound of his voice gets quieter.

When I know he's gone by his footsteps, I moan out, my hands flat on the wall as I feel my release come out as Donovan stops moving in me, and wraps his large hand tightly around my manhood, stroking it with a growl in his throat.

I see stars when he twitches inside of me, his hand still tight around my length, I feel his own release as he grunts into my back, his lips kissing the back of my neck as he moves his hips slowly in and out of me.

I can feel just how much he came in me when he removes his large cock, leaving it dripping down my leg as I try and stand up straight as my legs start to wobble and shake, still feeling the high of Donovan.

His throaty laugh pulls me back to reality, that and his hand as he wipes the cum dripping down my leg before it reaches my brand new suit.

"Your dad definitely knew what we were doing in here." I laugh, sighing as I try and collect myself, pulling up my trousers.

When I turn around I see Donovan, his muscled chest on display with his shirt and blazer open, his hands holding his cock as he puts it back into his underwear, his lips were swollen and he had a hickey mark on his collarbone, from where I kissed him earlier.

Fuck, how did I get so lucky and get a man like him?

His eyes go back to mine and I blush that he caught me staring.

"We should probably head back in, or everyone will know."

He said, putting his belt back on. "That's if nobody heard your loud and very sexy moaning."

I groan and pick up my shirt. "Just because we're married, doesn't mean you get to tease me, Don." I point out, glaring at him as he buttons up his shirt, his six-pack making me drool.

"Doesn't it?" His eyes meet mine, as his lips twitch.

Another knock at the door makes me jump and Donovan smirk as he goes to answer it, both of us fully dressed as I walk over to the mirror and straighten my hair and suit, trying to look like I wasn't just ravished by a wild animal with no patience.

"There you both are!" My mom says, making me bite my lip to stop myself from grinning. "Best get out darling, your friend is quite drunk and asking for you." She says, hinting at Stephen, who can't hold his liquor.

I come up to them and smile at my mom, dressed in a beautiful dark navy dress, with her hair styled and pinned up, looking happy, healthy, and radiant.

Donovan bends down and kisses me on the lips as a playful smile reaches his mouth. "I'll see you later?"

Smiling, I nod my head as my stomach flips. "Yup, later."

The look in Donovan's eyes screams that he wants more, but despite his natural instinct, he passes my mom with a smile as he leaves the room and walks down the hall, to where the garden was.

The look on my mom's face says it all as she hooks her arm with mine, dragging me out of the room and far behind Donovan.

"Don't give me that look mom," I warn her, a smile forming on her lips.

"What look?" She exclaimed. "I'm not allowed to be happy for my son on his wedding day?"

I groan out as I feel my face blush, for the hundredth time today since marrying Donovan in front of all our family and friends, unable to escape the constant reminder that today was the best day of my life, and also the most nerve-wracking day of my life.

With my mom's arm linked to mine, we reach the garden, which it's beautifully lit up with lights and a band playing soft music in the background as all of our family and friends eat, drink, laugh and dance on the dancefloor to the soft sway of the music.

My eyes instantly go to Donovan as he laughs at something his friend says, with his son by his side grinning widely at the two men, Stephen is physically drunk as I spot his girlfriend cradling a large stomach, glaring daggers at her husband-to-be.

Robbie and Clara are laughing at their table alongside my friends, whose faces are red from drinking too much wine and laughing too hard at something Clara said, making my heart swell with how happy I am right now, to have everyone here.

When I reach my table with my mom, I look down at Jacob, who was sitting smiling as he looked at Donovan, with a fresh drink in his hand, talking happily to more of his friends now.

Once my mom rejoins the dancefloor with one of my model friends, I tap on Jacob's shoulder, gaining his attention.

"Hey, mind if I sit here?" I ask him, as he looks at me and smiles, with his hand out for me to sit.

"Of course, take a seat."

The past four months have been hard, to say the least, Donovan fell out with his mom and stopped speaking to her, and then his parents got divorced, which Donovan said was 'bound to happen at some point as his dad told us the news the day after filing for divorce.

Jacob smiles and then puts his hand on mine. "You both look great together." He said. "I've never seen Donovan laugh, or smile so much in one day, not even since he was a small boy."

A sad smile reaches his face as he looks at Donovan again. "It's a shame that Mary couldn't see what I saw, she missed her only son's wedding because of her pride."

"I'm sorry too." I said, watching Donovan as he looks around the room, only stopping when his eyes meet mine and start making his way over to us. 

"I wish things were different, but it's Donovan's decision."

When Donovan reaches our table, his dad stands up and wraps his arms around him, patting him on the back.

"Congratulations again son." He said pulling back, then looking at me. "I think I'll turn in for the night, my body isn't what it used to be, afraid I'm just an old man now." He joked. 

I smile and stand up to hug him before he walks off inside, leaving Donovan and me to watch him go back inside the hotel.

"What were you both talking about?" Donovan asked as he laced his hand with mine as Donovan steps forward, closer to me with a scowl on his face.

Grinning, I look up at him. "You jealous I might change my mind and go for your dad?" I joke, making him frown at me.

"What?" I laugh. "He's the older version of you, plus, he doesn't tease me."

When his face doesn't change, I sigh and then sit back down in my seat, my eyes on the crowd as everyone enjoys themselves as the music changes to a more upbeat song.

"We talked about your mom."

Donovan's eyes went cold as he joined me in sitting down.

"What about her?"

I look at him and frown. "She's insulted you, threatened you, and made fun of our relationship." Donovan snapped out, his intimidating eyes meeting mine.

"She couldn't even show up at my wedding." He said, his hand tightening in mine.

Robbie catches my eye as he waves at me and then points to the side exit near the venue, and once I move my eyes to follow where he's pointing, I see a well-dressed-up woman, who looks exactly like Donovan's mom.

"She's here." I whisper out, not believing my eyes.

She actually showed up, six hours later, but she's here after she said she'd rather burn in hell than come to our wedding, after Donovan and I told his parents we were getting married, which is what caused Donovan and his mom to fall out completely.

Donovan's eyes land on her and then he stands up, enraged with a dark expression on his face.

"I'll get rid of her." He says before I stop him, standing up and holding his arm.

"Please don't." I plead. "I might not like the woman, but she showed up for a reason, just go over and see what she wants."

"For me?"

Sighing out heavily, Donovan shakes his head and then rubs his forehead as his cold stare goes back to his mom, standing awkwardly by the side gate, her eyes on the crowd as she simply stands with an uncomfortable look on her face.

"Fine, I'll see what she wants, and then I'll kick her out."

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Leaving Evan's side to go to where my mom, the bane of my existence stood, I couldn't help but grow angrier with each of them, and when her eyes laid on me coming towards her, I had to bite my tongue.

After everything she's said about Evan, I should just throw her out right now, he had not heard half of what she said about him, and he never will, I never want to see him cry anymore over this woman.

Reaching her, I see she's wearing a casual black dress, with matching gloves, and the more I look at what she's wearing, the more I started to think this was a mistake, she's dressed for a funeral, not a wedding.

"Donovan." She greets me, smiling as I stare down at her, wanting nothing more than I tell her to leave.

"You missed the wedding, so what are you doing here?" I get straight to the point. "If you've come to speak your mind again, just leave before I throw you out."

Her face falls as she grips her hand there was a long pause.

"I came to apologize, and to congratulate you on your wedding.'

"Congratulate?" I said with a scoff in my tone. "Showing up to my wedding and dressed like it's my funeral is your way of congratulating me?"

"Don't make me laugh, why are you really here?"

Clenching her jaw, and looking to the ground, I see a tear fall down her pale cheek once she raises her head, a look in her eye I recognize from growing up with that look my whole life, the look she gives me when I was right, and she was wrong.

"I think you made a mistake by marrying such a young boy Donovan, there are so many good women out there for you." She shuts her mouth when I glare, then her eyes move past me then to Evan, dancing with his mom, smiling and laughing as he twirls her around.

"But... I see now, why you care for him as you do."

"I should've been there for you more, now and back then with Alex." She admits her eyes on mine.

"You grew up so fast, I never really knew how to connect with you, it seemed like whenever I tried, I was only pushing you further away from me."

Standing up straight, her face drops as tears fall down her face, stoic as she steps forward towards me. "I was outside the church when you got married... I was too much of a coward to admit that I was wrong... I never had a right to say those things about you and Evan, you had every right to hate me."

"I'm sorry Donovan."

I ponder her words as she goes into her handbag and dabs her eyes with a tissue, the once proud and confident woman was now hunched and defeated, she looked apologetic, but I couldn't let myself be easily swayed, after all, the things she said about Evan and I angered me deeply.

"I don't want your apologies, Evan on the other hand, he deserves an apology." I state, turning my head to watch him look over here and smile as he sits with his friends. 

"After everything you've done and said to him, he still wants to get to know you."

There's a long pause as we both watch and hear Evan laugh as they dance on the floor, with Evan's mom laughing along.

"But make no mistake." I look at her with hard eyes. "I'm not as forgiving as Evan, nor do I want you anywhere near him, but that... that was until I learned that Evan brings out the best in me, despite how deeply I want to forget your existence, having you in my life is important to him."

I open the gate and then stand there, taking a deep breath as I turn my head to watch her eyes sink as she stands there in the dark corner of the building, as life inside the garden booms with laughter, and people having a good time.

"I'll give you a chance to redeem yourself, I know it would make Evan happy if you came inside." I tell her, before turning around and walking back to the party, and to the side of my new husband.

The love of my life walks up to me, with worried eyes and a small smile on his lips, lips I want to cherish thoroughly tonight when I drag him to bed and worship his body like a temple, but until then, I lean down and kiss him on the lips.

"How did it go?" He asked, as I turned around and watched Mary, my mother come inside the party, nervously looking at other people.

"I only did this for you, don't expect me to like it." I said, not liking Evan having so much control over me. 

"She wants to apologize, to you."

Evan clasps our hands together and drags me towards where she stood, by the drinks, she looked lost in a room full of people, yet Evan walked over to her with hope, his head held high, making me proud I had such a sweet guy by my side.

"Mary." Evan smiles at her as she smiles back, looking between us both. "Would you like to have a dance with me?" He asked, making her eyes go wide as she put her drink down.

"Oh, I- I don't know, I'm not..." She looked at me for permission and I nod my head, my eyes watching her carefully.

"Yes, yes, I'd love to dance." Her face flushed slightly, as she lowered her head.

Evan, with his hand out, takes my mom's hand in his and guides her to the dancefloor, where all of our family and friends were currently, and at that moment, I felt lucky to have Evan in my life, it only makes me love him more, each passing second I grow more addicted to everything he is, or does.

I'm afraid to blink, afraid that I might wake up and realize Evan was simply a dream and not my husband, and everything was just a cruel dream to torment me.

Watching them dance, I cannot help but smile as they both begin to smile and laugh, as the song changes and Evan guides her moves with his, sloppily yet making me think maybe Evan was on to something.

"There's my son-in-law." Evan's mom says, coming to link her arm with mine. "You're not dancing with Evan?" She asks.

"He's preoccupied with someone else at the moment." I say, earning a strange look from her, as her eyes search for Evan, until she notices him, dancing with my mom, both of them smiling as Evan dances with her, just like how he did with his mom.

His mom looks at me questionably and I shrug. "It was all his doing."

Laughing, she drags me to the dancefloor, with her hand in mine. "Come on handsome, we can't let them have all the fun now, can we?" She says as Evan's eyes meet mine in the crowd, amusement in his eyes as the song changes.

"No." I laugh. "We can't."