Underworld Oat

A Ray of Hope

Mamma had my chin in a death hold, so I had nowhere to hide my face when Vera saw it. Vera stated, "She's gone." "Sebastian escorted her off the property." Mamma halted applying makeup and seemed unable to accept what Vera had said. My mouth fell open. "He did," A small flutter of happiness encircled my heart. "He did, of course." Sebastian was enraged as Vera removed a stray hair from my face. He was quite certain that you spotted him with her, which is why you're running late for the cake-cutting. He was going to dispatch a search team to find you. Alright. Mamma's attitude was neutral, but I couldn't help but smile broadly. "Catalina, try not to get your hopes up too high." Vera pulled a face and scowled at my mum. But I was accustomed to Mamma's tendency to take away my happiness when it disagreed with her ideals. My happiness that Sebastian had sent his ex-girlfriend home was unaffected by her pessimistic prediction for my wedded life. "That." Mamma moved away from the mirror to let me admire her creations. She did at least wave her magic. I had my dazzling appearance back, and unless someone looked closely, they couldn't tell that my eyes were puffy. I wanted to go back as soon as we entered the ballroom after we rejoined the celebration. I wasn't used to receiving this much notice. Even though there were only about a hundred guests at the tiny wedding, I didn't know eighty percent of them. Few were ours, and most were visitors of the Romeris. My recently married spouse noticed me as he was speaking with Papà. And he moved purposefully towards me from across the room, as if he knew I was about to duck away. Sebastian Romeris was the most handsome man alive. In the ballroom's light, his face gleamed like polished marble, emphasizing the slight slant in his black eyes. His powerful jawline was sculpted by sharp angles, which were further emphasized by the shadowy hollow at his cheek. He kissed me once, and I knew then and there that he was too passionate and immoral for heaven. Made into a three-piece suit, he was Lucifer. "Treasure." I felt his warm, deep baritone all over me. "What have you been up to?" Grasping both of my hands, he drew me into his embrace. I hear him say, "I'm sorry about Merissa," in a whisper. He kissed me without waiting for me to respond, in a way that was more scandalous than anything one would do in front of my mother, but still less proprietary in public. I was unable to object as his tongue swept inside my mouth, but the personal touch was welcomed by my bruised ego. Forget about Mamma's opinions about appearances. She groaned as was to be expected, and Sera chuckled." Reserve that for the nuptial evening," exclaimed our visitors. "We're craving cake." "Are you set to leave now?" I gave my hubby a relieved smile after enduring pain through dancing, eating cake, and smiling. "Yes, please." "Okay, let's move on." Sebastian clasped our fingers and assisted me out of my chair. Mamma's scowl followed us to the door, but I chose to ignore her. She seemed to have less control over me when Sebastian was with me. And I chose to ignore the jeers that broke out all around us. My spouse informed me that he threatened to mutilate anyone who pulled a wedding practical joke. Perhaps relieved that we were spared that tradition. Up until we entered the lift, I was all smiles and small conversation. My heart began to beat faster and my entire body went rigid in that small area. Sebastian remained quiet. More quickly than I would have liked, the numerals changed floors. Sebastian never pursued our courtship despite our intense kissing and petting, and I wasn't sure whether he would think my inexperience was insufficient. His mistress had been more than just a stunning woman. Being an heiress, she was a frequent feature in Chicago society pages, often appearing as a bombshell alongside strong and charismatic men. Guys who are similar to Sebastian. Rumor had it that she picked the men she did to spite her family. Are you alright? Sebastian's tone was one of deep concern. I moistened my parched lips, fearing that a small grin would cause them to break. "I suppose I'm a little anxious." "Arrogant?" He held back. "You're not." He gave a throat clearing. "I am not a virgin? I assumed you had already told me this. I tried not to flinch at the high pitch while I laughed. "I'm not. Be at ease. "Well done." "I'm shocked you didn't search for one," I muttered as I looked straight ahead. "I want to avoid hurting you because it hurts the first time." His tone grew softer as he drew me in. My stomach's churning sensation subsided as his mouth tipped at the corners in a comforting smile. "Yes, all right. Simply put, I lack experience. "I promise you, sweetie, you'll gain experience quickly." The fear vanished with his number and was replaced by a flush of heat that shot through my cheeks and made my thighs twitch. We both got out as the lift doors slid open. As we made our way to the chamber, I focused on the swish of the billowing silk. My nose wrinkled at the pine air freshener, erasing for a minute the alluring whiff of my husband's woodsy perfume. Sebastian stopped as we got to the door. I felt him piercing my mind with his gaze while I kept it down. He swiped the keycard and allowed us into the room before I could bring myself to look him in the eye. "Please go ahead and change." He spoke in a blunt tone. I was at a loss for what to do as I glanced at myself in the bathroom mirror. Take off the bridal gown, perhaps. I was able to unbutton the top of the dress, but I couldn't tell if it was why my cheeks were burning or if I realized I would have to ask my husband for assistance. "Sebastian." His reflection emerged in the mirror when the pocket door parted. There was a see-through glass wall along the bathtub that overlooked the bedroom, and I questioned why there was even a door. He looked very good as he leaned a shoulder against the frame. "Do you need help getting dressed?" "I'm unable to undo the remaining buttons." "I apologize if I offended you by not asking if you needed assistance." "That's alright." His breath caressed my nape as he stepped nearer. His fingers lightly touched my exposed skin as he carefully undressed me. "This seems to indicate that the groom should take off the dress on your behalf." My lungs stopped processing oxygen, and I became silent. The dress collapsed onto the tiles in a heap as the buttons gradually came undone. "Oh." I turned to face him after stepping out of the pile, but my gaze remained fixed on the abandoned garment. I was pretty sure my cheeks were the color of a fire engine by now. I was conscious of the fact that Sebastian was seeing me for the first time in my beautiful knickers, so I had to reconsider my decision to wear an opaque sheer white stocking and an ivory lace bustier with matching satin garters due to delayed modesty. My shyness gave way to embarrassment when he said nothing and stood still. And supposing he was a conservative? Vera told me her uncle was forward-thinking. She even assisted me at the store selling lingerie. I fought the want to cover my cleavage in one final try at seduction and stooped over to pick up the dress in an attempt to divert my attention. He groaned and replied, "Leave it." "But it's a —" "Leave it, I responded. I looked up and exclaimed, "But—" I had my eyes fixed on his erection. "Catalina, see what you do to me? You seem so lovely, baby, looking up from down there. My gaze quickly returned to the protrusion below his trousers. "Well...do you want me to—?" I was forced to stand by Sebastian, who then pressed his rigidity on my stomach while confining me against the counter. "Oh my God no," he mumbled. "It won't be the first time you suck my c**k.