Wrath's Genesis

Chapter Seven

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I had been part of one of the organizer's meeting as they discussed the decorations for the day but the monotonous details had not been my cup of tea. I personally could not give two shits about the entire ceremony. Only that Emilia would be my wife. The reception was more for the prominent guests we would be receiving.

Which was why the scene before me looked absolutely foreign. The Hotel Garden's had been completely transformed and I had to appreciate the class that dripped off every single one of the flower arrangements and beyond.

And boy were there flowers. In every single f*****g corner of the open space. Blue and white roses that matched my bride's bouquet. I knew Diesel had something to do with the ridiculous amount of fresh roses from the mischievous grin that graced his lips. My first instinct was to put a bullet in his knee for the shitty prank but then Emilia's smile had changed it all.

It was genuine. And absolutely f*****g breathtaking at that. I had not pegged her for the girly sort but I had certainly been wrong as she took in the scene with some sort of childhood wonder. In that moment, as her beautiful eyes shimmered with wonder, I knew that Diesel would get to keep his kneecaps. I now owed him a favor for the additional touch and I was not, surprisingly, mad at that.

That has to be the first genuine smile I've seen on her...If only I had been the one to make her happy like that...

It was a surprising thought that left me unsettled. She had the uncanny ability of doing just that and the reminder soured my mood instantly. Although the food was delectable, I wasn't particularly as interested in it just as she was as she poked at the unfinished stake on her plate. Her occasional glances at me had not been missed but she had soon given up at trying to have any sort of communication with me.

Instead, she engaged the man seated beside her who had stubbornly refused to sit on my side of the table considering he was MY family. No, he wanted to get to know my wife and seeing her chuckle at something he said left me even more unsettled and sour than I was before.

Turning my attention to the eighty round tables before me that were filled with multiple guests who were indulging in the overflowing wine, whisky and gin being passed around, I blocked out the conversation to my right. Each of the tables beheld centerpieces that shimmered under the light of the diamond chandeliers which were swathed in rich, white silks.

The DJ had been playing some good music which calmed my disturbed soul somewhat. The classical music, Jazz and Sinatra was more than welcome.

"You look like you're angling to beat the s**t out of our wedding guests, brother. It's unsettling your bride. And its going to make people think this Strawberry cake is disgusting."

Kenji Hikori was my second in command and one of my oldest and most trustworthy companions. He and I had been through enough to form a bond beyond blood. We were brothers in every sense of the word.

The Sin of Pride bound him and rather than let it consume him, he harnessed it into creating the Empire that we had. Many feared him as they did me for whereas I could not find it in me to hide my true emotions, he did just that.

He was a lethal and ruthless man. A silent threat who I was glad would Always be on my side for he would have been a formidable rival. His return from a business trip had him walking into a changed landscape that he was not happy about, at first, but knew better than to try and change my mind.

He knew well enough that I never second-guessed myself or my decisions. He trusted my irrational decision enough to be part of the celebrations despite the reservations I knew he still had.

His inclination to remind me of my manners in the face of my bride made me smile as did his love for the Strawberry cake he was silently- and oddly elegantly- devouring. He was the more rational sin among us all and it was quite clear that he did not appreciate my sour puss mood.

"Enjoy your strawberry cake and get off my ass, Kenny."

I muttered, the use of his nickname bringing a ghost of a smile to his lips as he took yet another bite of his dessert. Only the Sins were allowed such a privilege. Anyone else who would dare use it would probably be found in a vat of acid. Kenji was not the forgiving type. None of us really were.

"Jeez, what crawled up his f*****g ass and died? It's your wedding day, cousin! We should be celebrating!"

Christian Revel Alexander declared from beside Emilia as he continued to stuff his face with the chocolate cake cut from the three tier wedding cake that was being passed around to the rest of the guests.

Syrup stained his cheek and for a moment, he really did look like the embodiment of Gluttony. The sin he well and truly represented.

He certainly did not look like the CEO of one of the most successful companies internationally, Septem. Kenji and I rolled our eyes at Christian's absolute lack of manners that each of us had gotten used to. The 28 year old could be exasperating but he was also incredibly intelligent, a prodigy of sorts.

The sound of Emilia's silent chuckle and shake of the head prompted us all to turn to her and watch as she gestured at the chocolate on his cheek.

"Celebration is great but you should probably wipe this off if you're going to try your hand with the ladies over there."

Emilia stated as she subtly gestured over to the group of three women who had been, indeed, gathered around in wait to engage my two groomsmen. Whereas Kenji looked less than interested and more so fixated on my wife, Christian the man w***e was immediately alert and ready to abandon his chocolate cake-one of his all time favorite desserts- to seal the deal with the smirking ladies.

"You are the most amazing wing-woman in the world, Em! Nothing like these two grouches and my other traitorous brother who's disappeared without a trace. Now, if anyone needs me, I'll probably be in the Presidential suite enacting all of my threesome fantasies."

Christian declared as he got to his feet, a confident smirk plastered on his lips as he approached the three women who seemed enamored by him.

"That f*****g s*x-addict. You'd think he was the sin of Lust."

I muttered, shaking my head as we watched him disappear through the crowd with the three women tagging along, following him so aptly, they almost seemed like they had been enchanted. Bewitched.

"Mind your language, Soren. Especially in front of Emilia. I apologize on his behalf. You'd think he was raised on a pig farm what with that mouth of his."

Kenji stated with a disapproving frown and a kind of mischievous mirth that shone in his eyes at the sight of my wide eyed look.

"Me?! You're calling me out for having a sailor's mouth?! You f*****g hypocrite."

I winced at my words, a growl escaping at his victorious smirk at the cuss that escaped me. Yes, I didn't have the best kind of control over my vocabulary but Kenji was an asshole for making me look like the potty-mouthed brat. His own penchant for heavy cusswords was especially prominent when people decided to cross him. Now that was NOT a great look.

"Its fine. None of us are Saints here. I'd take the devils I know any day."

Emilia responded, her gaze straying from us to the guests before us who were growing rowdier as the night progressed and the alcohol settled. It did not take a genius to see she was less than pleased by some of them and their behavior considering their positions of power. Every single one of the men before us was a f*****g hypocrite with others more dangerous than she would ever know.

Taking a sip of my drink, I noted Kenji's gaze that was fixated on my bride in what seemed like silent fascination before he returned to devouring his cake. For a moment, I wondered whether that was the same kind of reaction I beheld whenever she revealed a part of herself that I had not been privy to before.

"Are you claiming to be a devil too, baby doll? Should I watch my back?"

The plan was to let it go. To go back to ignoring her as I had been but the vodka seemed to also be settling within me. I did not, in any way, not know how to handle my liquor but the buzz was welcome as the penchant to begin something with my wife churned within me. I wanted to know everything about her that black folders did not possess.

I wanted to be privy to her thoughts, nightmares and fears. I wanted to consume her whole.

Her gaze strayed from the politician who didn't seem ready to stop staring at her. The look was bold, leery even. He was clearly drunk, unaware that he was crossing the line by openly desiring my bride whilst his wife sat beside him, looking less than pleased by his actions as she glared right at Emilia.

Although she did not show it, her discomfort was there. In the depths of her beautiful eyes that now turned to me. Long, natural-mascara laden- lashes that framed her large, doe like eyes. Prim and proper nose that seemed perfect. A little too perfect actually unlike my own that had been broken and reset multiple times.

Her make up was absolutely natural with nude lipstick that made her kissable lips look f*****g delectable enough to devour. Recalling our kiss in the Church had my body coming alive as blood rushed down south. She was gorgeous. A natural beauty who was all mine. To think I had waited so long to obtain her as my own.

I must have been out of my damn, f*****g mind.

"My answer doesn't really matter when you won't ever let your guard down. Nothing I could possibly do to you would change the fact that I am now your wife. Well, except your death...but that would probably be a short lived victory."

Her eyes flittered over to Kenji who was now talking business with one of our guests. In as much as this was a 'celebration', business never stopped. Not for us. I had not realized my second in command had stepped away. I was enamored by my bride and her perceptive nature.

She could already tell that my brothers and I would die for each other. All of the Sins would NEVER leave each other hanging. In as much as we were emotionally stunted individuals, we recognized the bond between us well enough to keep each other out of harm's way in whatever way we could.

Which meant the death of anyone who crossed us. Anyone.

The fact that she thinks she can kill me, let alone talks about my death so casually is interesting indeed, though. There is more to her than meets the eye, after all.

I leaned forward, right into her personal space which seemed to stun her but she held her ground. I admired and respected that, more so when she showed no signs of fear or apprehension when I cupped her cheek.

What was there instead was desire, in the depths of her beautiful eyes that seemed to enchant me all the more. Her body shivered under my light caress and pleasure coursed through me at her reaction. I wanted to make her feel so much more. I wanted to watch her come undone. To feel her slick arousal drip down the side of my mouth as I devoured her delicate cunt.

My hand twitched, wishing it could wrap around her long hair which was in a bun instead. So I settled for her delicate throat that had her gulping in response.

"It seems I just might be rubbing off on you, baby girl. Know this, though. Many have tried to kill me. Many have tried to destroy me body and soul. All my life, I have evaded the god of death and delivered my enemies as sacrifice. If you think you can do it then go right ahead. I won't stop you. On the contrary, I'll enjoy every single moment of it before reminding you exactly why I am the King of Sin."

It was meant to be a veiled threat and yet the thought of taming and f*****g this woman whilst she tried to murder me made me borderline insane for her body. It was toxic, disturbing even but that made me want her more than I thought was possible.

I wanted her to give it her f*****g all just so I could rail her into submission.

A small smile stretched across her lips. It was not sinister in any way. On the contrary, it was f*****g gorgeous and filled with a silent promise I was not privy to. I could not read her. Not when she licked her lips like that or breathed shakily at the sight of my eyes that fixated on that small, singular action. A move so strong, it made me instantly hard. Oh how I would f*****g destroy this woman's cunt.

Her eyes darkened with desire and conflict. She wanted me just as much as I wanted her. I knew that much from the way her pulse raged against my hand. She was hot, just as I was despite being exposed to the warm, night breeze. We could not escape New York Summer Heat. No matter how hard we tried.

"Underestimating me is a mistake, Soren."

She whispered against my lips, prompting me to realize that I had pulled her close enough to devour those luscious lips once more. It was a sub-conscious action but by god, I was out of it. This woman disoriented me and although I wanted to hate it, I found myself enjoying the dangerous glint in my woman's eyes.

"That is a mistake I could never dare make. You did, after all, make a deal with the devil without flinching. You are clearly f*****g insane enough. A dangerous opponent indeed."

The sound of a spoon flicking against crystal as the music came to a gentle halt threatened to pour water on the flames flickering between us but I refused to let her go so easy. Not when she'd made me painfully hard just by being her. She was like a f*****g drug. I was addicted just as I was the first moment we met and I knew she would become mine. No matter the price. She clearly did not remember the exchange but I would remind her as I made her mine.

I knew the crowd before us was waiting for us to turn our attention to them for the speeches. Heck, the slight flush that settled over my beautiful bride was sign enough that she was feeling the weight of their gazes. I couldn't help but wonder how her curvy ass would look with that same shade of red from my hand print.

A wide grin stretched across my lips at the fantasy that I latched onto as I prepared myself for the speeches to come. I made sure she felt the pad of every single one of my fingers as I gently applied a little more pressure to her throat than before. I didn't want to scare her. I didn't want her to flinch when I did the same damn thing whilst I f****d her.

That would be a turn off and my blue balls were not about to accept anything other than her warm cunt.

My beautiful girl didn't seem to mind, though. Her eyes flashed with desire, her mouth slightly parted as she released a shaky breath. She Loved being choked and judging by her growing, embarrassed flush, it was newly discovered Kink.

My very own blank canvas. I will show her pleasure unlike her wildest imagination.

I relinquished my hold, the sight of her taking a deep breath making me smile before I reached for her hand and bridged our fingers together. It was not a gesture I was planning on but it felt oddly...right.

My hold on her was firm.

Possessive.

And yet she didn't mind. Neither did I as I faced the crowd with my Queen.

We turned to the waiting Master of Ceremony who proceeded with the program despite the gazes from the crowd of which some were confused, appalled and downright stunned. It was rare for me to show such emotion. Heck, I had not planned to but then she just had to show me a side of her that was absolutely irresistible.

A gorgeous woman who may just succeed in murdering me...Oh, what a f*****g thrill it will be to have my life in her hands. She has the potential to change my otherwise monotonous existence. She's my wildcard.

The Queen of Sin.

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