VIKTOR
Mia looked angelic. The angel crafted for the monster.
For me.
I stared at her like she was the only woman on the face of the earth. She had the talent to steal with my focus and make me forget anyone else existed when she was near.
“It is my honor to present, for the first time, Mr. And Mrs. Romano.”
Pride swelled within me like giant tidal waves of the ocean as the pronouncement rang in my ear like a gong.
“Mrs. Romano.”
Fuck, yes. She was mine.
She would wear my name with hers, my ring on her finger and my c*m between her legs.
She was truly mine, now.
Legally, physically, eternally.
Wishes poured on us like confetti on a kid’s birthday party as I forced smiled through the celebration party. It wasn’t like I was unhappy—I was ecstatic, actually—but the only one person
