Chapter 6: You're Mine

Chapter 6: You're Mine

"Congratulations on your wedding!"

I smiled and answered a small 'thanks' to the lady who congratulated us. Beside her was her husband, probably. They're both not familiar with me, so I guess that they were invited by Logan...my husband.

Wow. I shook my head. I never thought that I would be calling someone my husband with such a young age. I mean, I'm 20, and already in third year college. I still have one year for me to graduate, but still, I know to myself that this isn't the right time for me to be tied with someone yet.

I still have a lot of dreams to reach. I still want to be successful and inherit my father's business. That was his dream for me, and that's ...my dream too. But I know that it's already too late for me to regret everything that happened though.

I am already married to the ruthless billionaire, and I could never change that fact anymore. Well, not unless I travel back in time, which is not very possible to happen.

"Wow. Kier Henderson must be the luckiest person to have such handsome and rich son-in-law. Finally, huh? A big catch. Henderson Company won't surely be back in the mud ever again. Afterall, our bride here has the ruthless billionaire by their side." The lady added while chuckling, and I didn't like seeing her happy face as well as her voice. So so much that I badly want to make a scene here by pulling her hair and smash her head right into the floor.

It would be a greater scene to watch.

My genuine smile turned into a sarcastic one as I looked at the lady from head to toe. I saw how the lady's husband held her waist to probably warn her, but the lady was too oblivious to even notice that.

"I mean, I hope you won't get offended, Miss Hender—"

"Mrs. Sullivan." Logan was too quick to interject before I could even speak. I silently gasped when I felt his left arm on my waist tightened before pulling me closer to his side. I gulped. "She's my Mrs. Sullivan now, Jasmine. And please be careful with your words when you're talking to my wife next time. I might not like it, and who knows? I'll be the one who'll send you to the mud that you're talking about." Logan added coldly, but I can hear the arrogance dripping from his voice which made me scoff. I don't really appreciate what he's doing right now.

I don't want people to see me as someone who's like a damsel in distress who needs saving all the time when in fact, I am far from being one. I can protect myself perfectly! I need no man to do that for me!

But I couldn't complain right now. People would hear me, and I don't want them to think that me and Logan were both unhappy with this marriage. And besides, it's our wedding day, so maybe I can just let this slide, huh?

Let's see if I can though. I rolled my eyes.

Jasmine's mouth turned into an 'o' shape. Her face filled with ugly make up turned pale as she snuggled closer to her husband like she was asking for his protection, but all I can see in her husband's face was anger and disappointment towards his wife.

"Arthuro, watch your wife's mouth or I'll be putting your business into the mud." The bastard beside added, seriousness and warning in his voice can be heard.

I wanted to talk to and smash some words to the lady too, since I couldn't physically do that to her right now with all the people around, but the brute already dragged me with him away from the scene—No, outside the reception area! We're heading outside!

"Where are you taking me?" I asked in a calm voice. His left arm was still tightly wrapped around me, and I have no plans on removing it there. It's cold outside. I may need his warmth around me.

I rolled my eyes. Warmth, huh? Since when did I need warmth from a man? I just freaking said earlier that I need no protection from men, and yet, here I am, snuggling closer to my husband for the cold's protection.

We arrived in a garden. The moon was shining so bright, and there were beautiful lights decorated around the plants too, so it wasn't that dark around.

Logan stayed silent as he made me sit on the bench. He then, sat beside me too.

I huffed and crossed my arms, irritated that he removed his arm from my waist. I mean, I wasn't mad! Why would I be, right? That's just stupid!

"I don't like what you did." I said coldly. I don't have to act mad right now, because I am really mad. And the maddest thing is that, I don't exactly know what's making me mad. Crazy, right? Well, maybe I am.

My lips slightly quivered when the cold breeze of air passes through us. I am now wearing a white halter strapped dress that completely hugged my curves. It ends just in the middle of my thigh, and yes, I am slightly exposed right now. Logan didn't even liked the idea of me wearing it in the reception in front of many people, but he doesn't have a choice—more like he doesn't have a say on what I choose to dress myself with. I mean, I'm comfrotable with this one, but if he isn't, then that's his problem anymore, not mine.

"What?" He asked calmly. I raised my right brow in an instance when I felt his left hand, slowly making its way to my exposed thigh.

I shivered. Not because of the coldness of the night breeze, but because of how warm his hand is above my exposed thigh.

I nearly choked on my own breath when I felt his gentle squeeze on it.

Holy fuck—!

"Come again, baby?" He asked again. Another waves of electricity in my stomach came. It got triggered with how sensual his voice is right now!

'Come again?'

I gritted my teeth.

I know that it was only a normal phrase, but my mind is sending another meaning to that particular two words, and I don't like what I am thinking right now.

I freaking hate this!

"That! This!" I freaking don't know what to say!

I heard him chuckled sexily beside my right ear, and I was thankful that the lights around wasn't that bright, or else, he would probably be seeing my red as tomato face right now!

I bit my lower lip, stifling a moan when he started to caress my exposed thigh slowly with his right hand. His left arm were now linked around my waist, and it didn't helped me one bit that he was squeezing the side of my waist from time to time.

And I am so frustrated at myself, because I couldn't even do anything to stop him! I mean, why?! Why is it so hard for me to stop him from touching me this way?!

I hate it. I hate him for making me feel like he owns my body now. I hate the fact that it seems too easy for him to make me follow all his wishes with just his single touch! I hate him for making me feel like he has now put his claim to me! That I am his, and will be his forever!

God! I so hate him so much, but why is he so hot that I can't resist him?! For goodness sake, he could be the only heat, the only fire that I will be willing to get burned into!

Oh my freaking God, what on earth am I even talking about?!

"You're mine. You're fucking mine now, Kiera." He whispered sensually, dropping wet kisses to my right ear, down to my jaw 'till it reached my neck.

I bit my lower lip and gulped. My heart thumped faster as waves of pleasure exploded inside me. I wasn't able to stifle the moan that escaped from my mouth anymore when he started licking my neck, like a dog to his owner, and like a slave to his master.