Warning: Some graphic scenes as well as sexual content.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Our plan was to lure him to an abandoned park completely alone, where Tate and I would be waiting. To lure him there I called him pretending to be one of his sluts, and he agreed to meet us there. So we were sitting in the shadows, waiting for the bastard to show up.

"I'm going to make him regret every little thing he did to me and my mom." I said while holding the knife he had used to kill me.

"Me too baby. We are going to be his worst nightmare." He was wearing a sadistic smile and I loved it. I grabbed his hand, grateful that he was here to help me. "I will make sure that bastard never sees the light of day babe." He pulled me into a hot kiss.

"Good he deserves the worst pain imaginable." I mumbled against his lips, he smirked and continued to kiss me passionately. We pulled away when we heard someone walking towards the place where we were hiding. I looked up to see the man I despised walking like he had nothing to worry about.

"Showtime." Tate mumbled pulling me up with him. I gave him a quick kiss before I stepped out of the shadows behind that horrible man.

I was hiding the knife behind my back, "Dad." I called making him stop short.

He turned around and went white, "How are you here? I killed you." He asked trying to figure that out.

"Yeah you killed me alright. That's why I'm here. I'm going to make you pay for my death." There was an evil tone and I wore a matching grin.

Now he laughed in my face, "Like you could kill me bitch." He just continued to laugh at me.

"Oh, you just wait." I answered containing my anger. I saw Tate step out behind him. I took a step towards him, at this point I pulled out the knife. "You used this knife to kill me, and now I'm going to use it to kill you." I just smirked. I saw a little sliver of fear in his eyes, but he tried to hide it.

He stepped back again, "You won't get away." I said as Tate crept up on him.

"There's no way you can stop me." He snickered about to turn and run but he ran right into Tate's knife.

He stumbled back, shocked and scared.

"W-who are you?" He managed to get out.

I smiled now, "Dad, meet my husband, Tate." I said pulling Tate into a quick kiss.

"How are you married? I killed you!" He was most definitely pissed off now.

I rolled my eyes and stabbed him again, "Well he's dead like me. We fell in love and you know what happened after that." I added a chuckle.

"You're a whore." He spat out, which only caused me to stab him again.

Tate looked angry, "You don't call my wife a whore!" He kicked him to the ground, then he leaned down and stabbed him a few times. He was saving the last bit for me.

"This is for every woman you have hurt or killed." I stabbed him in his chest, but avoided his heart. His eyes were staring at me, but I saw no regret. "This is for mom." I said getting a little closer to his heart. "And this last one is for me." I said stabbing him right in the heart. He made no sounds as I did this. By the end of my stabbing session I knew he was dead.

Tate pulled me away from my father's body, "He's dead baby." He said pulling me close. I dropped the knife and held on to him tightly, "He can never hurt anyone else." He said kissing me and I kissed him back.

"Thank god. He fucking deserved it." Tate knew I was right.

"Let's go home to clean up and celebrate our marriage the way it should be done." He smirked and I knew what he meant.

I looked down to find my once white dress was now stained red, but I could care less.

"I like that plan." I said as he picked me up bridal style and carried me back to the house.

The house seemed to be empty when we got back, I'm guessing they were giving Tate and I some alone time and I wasn't complaining.

He stepped into my room and placed me on the bed, "You were amazing tonight. Is it weird that it was a total turn on?" He asked with a laugh.

"Thanks, you were as well. Also, no I don't think so. Because I was pretty turned on myself seeing you get all possessive and murderous." He liked that answer.

"Well, I do have experience in that field." This made me roll my eyes.

"Are you sure?" I was being sly with him.

"Yeah I'm sure. Guess what else I'm a pro at?" I loved the smirk on his face.

"Not sure, what?"

"Pleasing my wife."

"That's for sure." I said with anticipation of what was to come.

"Well tonight will be the best you ever had." The way he whispered that, made me that much more ready for him to take me. "Trust me." He added sliding himself up to my lips.

He kissed me slowly but suddenly stopped, "I almost forgot. I got you something." He said reaching for something on the night stand. He handed me a small red box, I opened it to reveal a beautiful diamond ring.

"Oh wow, this ring is beautiful. Where did you get it?" I asked as he slid the ring on my left ring finger.

"My grandma gave it to me when I was born. She left a letter telling me to give it to the woman I loved. My grandfather gave it to her when they got engaged. I knew it was perfect for you." He said being really sweet.

"It's perfect Tate!' I pulled him into a passionate kiss, "Thank you." I added.

"Anything for you." Then he kissed me again.

"I love you more than anything." He whispered moving his kisses to my neck.

I moaned when he found my sweet spot, "You know I love you as well." I answered as he bit down on that spot making me moan some more.

"I know you do." He said as he continued his torture on my neck.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer, he smiled at this.

"I'm happy to be married to you Mrs. Tate Langdon." He whispered kissing my lips again.

"I'm glad Mr. Tate Langdon. Now will you stop torturing me?" He shook his head when I asked that.

I felt his hands slip under my dress, "Don't you know it's only half the fun?"

"How is torturing me fun?" He didn't answer, instead his hands found the way to the back of my dress. He unzipped it and started to pull it down my body.

He finally pulled the bloody dress off my body, he smirked when he saw the black lacy lingerie I had chosen to wear for him. "You're my perfect little angel." He kissed my collarbone and made his way down. Placing light kisses on the tops of my breasts and then continuing downward.

"I'm no angel." I said when he kissed my stomach, he was getting closer to the spot where I wanted him most.

"To me you are." He said pulling himself up to kiss my lips again.

I started to unbutton his dress shirt, he helped me and his shirt quickly came off. I felt his hands grip the back of my thighs and he pulled me closer to his body.

"Never in a million years did I think I would meet someone as amazing as you." He whispered as he pulled me into a really passionate kiss, I whimpered into the kiss as I grinded against him.

"I'm glad I met you." I answered, but voice was breathy from his actions. Then I moved my hands to get his pants off, and they came off pretty quickly.

"Just let me show you how glad I am to have met you." He said unclasping the strapless bra I was wearing.

His hands found their way to my breasts and he cupped them, making me moan at his touch. After giving them some attention he moved lower and stopped right above my lacy panties. He looked up at me with the biggest grin before sliding them off. The look on his face, told me he was enjoying it all and so was I.

"Already so wet for me." God that voice was so sexy. With an evil smirk he spread my thighs enjoying the view he had of me. He winked before he began sucking my clit causing me to moan out. No man had ever done this to me, so it was a new realm of pleasure for me. He continued to suck my clit and he ran two fingers down the rest of my heat before pushing into me and pumping me to the edge. He stopped right before I could climax making me moan and push him away.

After a little more torture I managed to get his pants off. He was more than ready for what I had in store for him. I grinded my soaking heat down on him and he moaned, and it was the sexiest thing I had ever heard. Then he just filled me up and it was amazing. I mean sex was always amazing with Tate, but right now it was like nothing I had ever felt before. The way he was pushing in and out of me was somehow more passionate then it had been before. It seemed to prolong our climaxes for a little long. For the first time ever, I felt like there was a deep connection between us. Maybe because we were finally married. I belonged to him and he belonged to me, and that is how we would stay for what I hoped would be forever. We continued to rock until we hit our highs, and then we slowly came down. He pulled me close as we both lay exhausted from our night of pleasure.