Keeping his bride

He flashes me a knowing smirk before disappearing into the bathroom. Internally, I facepalm myself and force myself into bed, rolling over onto my side facing the wall and closing my eyes. I’m so tired, but the pain in my back doesn’t subside, and I end up tossing and turning well into the night.

Sweat beads on my forehead as I begin to have the most lucid dreams. I’m back home. With my family. My brother is the first one to hug me, telling me how much he missed me. And then I hug my father and mother. I’m so happy to be home.

Something or someone is telling me to wake up, but I don’t want to leave the dream. I just want to stay here. Forever.

Mateo

IN THE MIDDLE of the night, I feel Aria stirring beside me. She’s been restless for a while, and it’s been driving me crazy. I’m a light sleeper; my body and mind always on constant alert. And every time she moves, I’m wide awake.

It’s almost morning I realize when I glance at my watch. Aria snuggles close to me, muttering about being cold. And when she presses her backside against my cock, I have to stifle a groan. Fuck, her body is so damn sexy. What I would give to take her right now. And therein lies the problem. I would probably give everything to be inside of her. My entire empire. All my riches. Maybe even my own life. Because I know I would die a happy man having been inside of her virgin pussy and hearing her chanting my name like a prayer as she comes all over my fucking cock.

I try to shake away the thoughts, but her ass keeps grinding on my dick. “Aria,” I warn, gripping her hip and forcing her to stop.

“Please,” she begs. “Please, Mateo,” she whimpers like she’s in pain.

“Christ,” I hiss. I feel like a wound-up rubber band, threatening to snap at any given moment. And when she presses her luscious backside against me once again, my constraint finally shatters. “What do you want?” I growl into her ear. I need to hear her speak the words.

“You,” she whispers. “Please…touch me.”

My hand gripping her hip slowly eases its way down. She’s wearing tiny shorts and panties, and I find my way under them in the darkness. And the moment I touch her bare pussy, I curse under my breath. Fuck, she’s so soft and smooth. Perfecta. My fingers gently part her lips, and I find her clit, rubbing slow circles as she grinds against my hand.

“Yes, please. Oh god,” she pants. Her hand grips my wrist, her fingernails like little claws digging into my skin.

My lips find her neck. Fuck, she’s so hot for me. She certainly lied about being cold. But as my mouth creeps up to her cheek, I realize she’s not just hot. She’s burning up.

I snatch my hand out of her panties and quickly reach around to turn on the light by the bed. “Aria?” I question, pulling back the blankets and looking down at her.

A sheen of sweat is present on her beautiful face, which looks ghastly pale in the dim light, and she stares up at me with an unfocused gaze. I put the back of my hand to her forehead, and it feels like a wildfire is raging inside of her.

Her teeth chatter as she reaches for the blankets and protests, “I-I-I’m c-cold.”

“The fuck you are,” I snarl. “You’re burning up with a fever.” I scramble out of bed and grab my cell phone. It takes me two tries to unlock it before I’m speed dialing the doctor in town. When he answers, I tell him, “I need you here. Now.”

He doesn’t say a word or even goodbye. He simply ends the call, knowing what is expected of him. He should be here in several minutes. Until then, I don’t know what to do with her. I scoop her up in my arms and take her into the bathroom. Placing her down on the counter, I grab a nearby washcloth and wet it under the faucet before running it over her face and then down her arms.

Her skin is so damn pale it scares the hell out of me. Her eyes flutter shut as I gently run the cloth over her pretty face. “Stay awake, Aria,” I demand. “Do you hear me?” I say, raising my voice.

Her honey-colored eyes blink open, and a grin appears on her face. “I love it when you’re bossy,” she says, her words slurred. She inches forward, wrapping her legs around my waist and drawing me closer. “I want you, Mateo,” she moans.

“You’re delirious,” I tell her with a shake of my head. Of course she would only want me when she’s out of her mind. I should have known something was wrong the moment she begged for me to touch her.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

I continue to wet the washcloth and gently run it over her fevered skin until one of my guards alerts me that the doctor is downstairs waiting. “Time to go,” I tell Aria before lifting her off the counter and cradling her in my arms.

About halfway down the stairs, I realize she’s gone limp in my arms. “Shit,” I bite out before I haul ass to the room that we use for medical procedures and exams.

“Put her down,” the doctor tells me in Spanish. He’s an older gentleman, short in stature with salt and pepper hair. He’s the only doctor in a forty-mile radius, and I pay him well to always be on call for emergencies.

I gently lay Aria on the table. “Is she…is she breathing?” I ask him, and even I can hear the worry…and fear in my voice. Fuck, I haven’t been this scared of anything in a long damn time.

The doctor checks her breathing and then presses two fingers to her wrist as he watches a clock on the wall. With a grim look on his face, he tells me, “This isn’t good.” He reaches into his medical bag and produces a digital thermometer. He scans her forehead. “One-oh-four,” he reads.

I mutter a curse under my breath. “Do something!” I demand as my heart drums in an irregular rhythm. “Save her. Please. I…I can’t lose her too.” My words don’t even make sense at this point, but I can’t dwell on them right now. All I know is that I want her to be okay.

When I look up, the doctor is readying a needle. He swipes an alcohol pad across her arm and then injects her with something. I trust this doctor, so I don’t question him. He knows that if he double-crosses me, a painful, agonizing death is the only suitable punishment he will endure.

“I’m going to run some tests,” he informs me. After a few seconds, he looks up, realizing I haven’t left the room. And when I cross my arms in front of my chest and stare him down, he says, “Just try to stay out of my way.”

I nod in agreement. I’m not going anywhere.

Reaching out, I hold Aria’s hand. It feels cold to the touch, and I swallow hard, studying her pretty face and the way her long, dark lashes fan out over her pale cheeks. “I’m here, Aria. You’re going to be okay,” I try to assure her even though she probably can’t hear me.

Just the thought of not hearing her sassy words coming out of her beautiful mouth or seeing those honey-colored eyes locked onto me as they narrow and throw invisible daggers into my skull absolutely crushes me.

I realize in that instant that I would miss her. Terribly so. And that scares the fuck out of me.