A/N: Happy Thursday Ladies! Hope everyone is doing okay and staying safe.

Please Be Advised. WARNING: This story has strong, bloody violence, strong language, contains material that some find disturbing, and contain scenes of sexual nature.

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CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHRISTIAN

I've been a nervous wreck all day away from Anastasia. A million scenarios play in my head. She could run. She could think I'm a crazy, controlling bastard and decide to leave. Or she could remember that night and recognize it was me at the house. I almost called Carson to come here and follow her around to make sure she was safe or didn't run for the hills but held back. I did however call the hotel manager once an hour to have a report on how she was doing. It was the best I could do considering. I knew Anastasia was hesitant in getting married so quickly but the controlling bastard in me couldn't wait any longer for her to be mine. Making the call to have Dr. Collins and her husband fly in earlythis morning was the right thing to do, though I was nervous that the good Doc might try and dissuade her into it. Thankfully, she was extremely happy when I told her what was happening. She has been like a mother to Anastasia and I'd do anything for the woman I love.

Standing out on the sandy beach looking over the ocean I can't help but look back at how I got here. Turning my back on my family was the best and worst moment of my life. Fighting with Pop was always the worst. Our relationship had its ups and downs but when the final straw broke I decided it was time to go. Looking back now I know that I was just looking for an excuse to leave because the longer I was away from Anastasia the more I started to hate what I was doing. I was getting careless and was putting myself in danger along with my crew.

The last job I did involved women being trafficked. We were supposed to go in kill the assholes who were transporting them and take the women to a shelter. Only, when we got there the men were actually women who were running the ring. Ray had come down with the flu and was two steps away from being hospitalized, so he wasn't with us to handle all the details leaving me in charge. Once we saw that it was six women instead of men we faltered slightly. At first glance they didn't look like they belonged there, and we started to think our intel was wrong. Little did we know what would transpire next.

We had them cornered in the shipping container where they hauled the girls and other women in but wasn't planning on them being fully loaded to the teeth with AR's and AK's. They were the ones who shot first and we countered immediately. After ten minutes we'd finally gotten a foothold in and was about to take them down when the shooting started to erupt in the container. There was the sound of guns going off and then silence rang out. We waited a few minutes before entering but what we saw still gives me nightmare. Inside the container all the girls and women were dead. The six women in charge had lined up all the captives and shot them dead then killed themselves.

I had seen a lot of bloody crime scenes in my life from a young age but seeing those innocent girls and women messed me up. There was one in particular that looked almost identical to Anastasia and I knew then what I was going to do. Life was too short not to be with the ones you loved. So right there in that tomb of a shipping container I decided I was leaving and living my life with her.

Pop was shocked to learn what had transpired at the docks but made it known that it should've been handled differently. That next time it better had a different outcome. I flipped my shit and we almost came to blows. Ma came running in to his office at our loud voices. Never had I raised a voice to him, never. I told them that I was done and was leaving. That I need a change a of scenery and away from all this. Pop never said a word, just listened but Ma was in tears. She begged me to calm down, but I was too worked up. I left their house and my plan that I'd hoped to have one day became reality. I loved my life in Seattle, but San Diego was calling for me. Anastasia was calling for me.

I left in the middle of the night. My money had already been placed in an offshore account. Millions I'd collected over the years from working in the family business. I drove straight down to San Diego and started to put a plan in place where Anastasia and I could casually meet and grow from there. I'd left a note for both Pop and Ma telling them that I'd contact them when I was ready but that I was going to be fine. I knew Ma would take it hard, but Pop has always been her rock and with Elliott and Mia there she'd be alright.

It took a while to get my gambling business up and running but once you find out who holds the most cards in the city and grease the wheels enough it's easy to get what you want. After I paid a few people off I was sailing through to the end. I found some trustworthy people to help out and expand and it has been a breeze ever since. Once that happened my next move was to make contact with Anastasia. I'd been watching her for a while and when I found out she and her roommate were going on a Spring Break trip I knew it was time. What I didn't know was how easy we would click. She's everything to me, the half of me that I didn't think was missing. It wasn't until our first day at the beach together snorkeling that the final piece of my heart had been filled.

The harp starts to play, and the minister places a hand on my shoulder indicating for me to turn around. I knew she was close because I get this zing in my body when she's near. The moment I turn and find her our eyes meet. She looks stunning. I've never seen her look more beautiful than right now walking towards me in a white wedding dress. There's a lump in my throat and my mouth goes dry. This is it. The moment I've waited for. Years in the making.

My feet move on their own volition and gravitate to her, but a hand halts me on the spot.

"She's coming, be patient." The minister says and I nod not taking my eyes or focus from the woman who has changed me in ways she'll never know about.

The smile she's carrying makes my stomach do flips. How did I get so lucky? The closer she gets the more I notice how perfect she looks in her wedding dress. She is truly a dream come true in white. She has her hair pulled to one side in soft curls. The dress was made for her tight body and shows her curves. With the sun setting as the backdrop I can already envision taking her out of that material and ravishing her all night long as we consummate our marriage.

The last few steps she reaches for me and I'm pretty sure I'd break the minister's arm if he tried to pull me back one more time. Once my hands are on hers my heart finally slows down a notch. The thought of her leaving me is strong and something that I never want to happen. She passes her bouquet to Dr. Collins and I take both tiny hands in mine.

"Dearly beloved…." The minister begins but I'm not listening, all I can do is stare down into Anastasia's eyes and think of our future. Growing old, having children, traveling all flash through my mind. We have the world at our feet right now. So many possibilities are at our reach, I just hope she never finds out my secret. The thought of losing her is not an option and I'll kill anyone who tries to come between us.

A throat is cleared, and the ministers hand taps my shoulder.

"Did you want to say your own vows or follow the traditional ones?" The minister asks bringing me out of my haze.

With a shake of my head to clear my thoughts I look back down to my love.

"Anastasia, I know that you may not believe this but the moment you came into my life you changed me forever. I never knew a love so deep until you. You are what I think about first thing in the morning and the last when we fall asleep together and all day long. Fate brought you into my life and I'm so thankful that for that day. I may not have understood it at the time but as time passed I realized that you were my whole world. I have loved you before we met all those months ago."

I pause to take a breath. I know that if I don't I'll end up talking about meeting her when we both were so young.

"I promise with my whole heart to honor you. In my life there will never be another person that I put before you and your needs. You are a gift that I will treasure for the rest of my life."

Her eyes well with unshed tears but I push through because I want her to know what she means to me.

"I promise to protect you. Not a day will go by that you'll have to worry about your safety. I will vow that every day I will make it my top priority to keep not only your body safe but also your heart." I squeeze her hands. "I will hold your hand in sickness and in health. We will share in the good and the bad times together. We will walk through this life together in riches and stay by each other's side on our poorest days. I promise before you and our witness that my love, vow and faith in us will never falter until my last dying breath."

Tears are flowing down her cheeks now. My hands pull away from hers to wipe them off with my thumbs as I cup the sides of her face.

"Anastasia, if you will say your vows." The minister pipes up.

I take the handkerchief from my front pocket and dab her pink cheeks as she sniffs then clears her throat.

"There was a time when I thought I'd never have a family or someone who I could count on. The day we met my entire life changed. You have shown me what it is like to be loved and cherished and you'll never know how blessed I am for that."

A feather could push me over right now. I love her so much my heart aches. Everything I have ever went through has been worth it if it meant I'd end up right here.

"I, Anastasia, take you, Christian, to be my husband. I choose you as the person with whom I will spend my life. I take you with all of your faults and with all of your strengths as I offer myself to you with all of my faults and strengths."

She has no idea the million thoughts running through my mind after saying that. If she only knew all of my faults she'd run for the hills.

"I vow to be your faithful partner in sickness and in health. I promise to stand by your side for richer or poorer. I will love you unconditionally with my whole heart until my last breath."

Before I could stop myself, I pull her into me and crash my lips to hers. I don't even care that the minister is protesting. I need her to know that I felt and believed every word she just spoke.

"I love you." I whisper when we pull away slightly. I'm not letting her get any farther away. She giggles and it's music to my ear.

"I love you too."

"The rings?" The minister interrupts breaking our moment.

As angry as I am with him for pulling us out of our bubble I'm also thankful. Stacking her wedding band next to her engagement ring is the tell-tell sign that she is mine. Everyone will know that she is taken when they see those rings on her hand. Mine.

With both of our bands slipped on, my feet bounce for the next words that are about to be spoken. I feel like a giddy schoolboy.

"By the power invested in me by the state of Hawaii I now pronounce you…"

I don't even wait until he finishes the sentence before I haul Anastasia up into my arms and devour her mouth. Sealing my lips over hers as we become one in the eyes of the law and our witnesses. She responds with the same fervor, locking her arms around my neck. I can't help but dip her small body backwards.

She's finally mine forever!

Cheering can be heard from all around us, but we stand meshed together as if we are the only ones on the beach. After several long moments we pull apart to catch our breaths. The look in her eyes is one of love and passion.

"We did it!" She squeals as I place her upright and on her feet.

"We did." The smile I give her is one to make your face hurt.

"If I could get your signature on the marriage certificate, I'll file them first thing in the morning." The minister guides us over to the side where table is set up next to our three tier wedding cake. "Print your names here then place a signature there and I'll sign as the witness." He points out all the designated areas for us to fill out.

Anastasia smiles as I pass her my Mont Blanc pen from the inside of my jacket. She starts to scroll her name across the official piece of paper but stops. My heart is in my throat. Did she just change her mind? A bead of sweat starts to drip down my back and form on my forehead.

She looks up to me then back down at the paper. Please don't make me have to throw you over my shoulder and kidnap you, baby. It's not below me to lock you away until you accept your fate with me.

"I think there's been a mistake." She leans over and whispers in my ear that only I can hear.

"The only mistake is if you don't sign, baby." I try my hardest to joke but deep down it's almost a threat. My hands start to shake, and my body is buzzing going into survival mode.

"They have the wrong last name. Do I still sign?"

Air that was built up in my lung exhales and I start to breath to lower my heartrate. Looking at the paper I see the mistake. My mistake. The certificate reads GREY as the last name instead of my alias, Greyson. Fuck!

After a beat I decide which direction to go.

"I have to tell you something that I didn't think was a big deal." I grip her hands and turn her towards me. "Grey is my legal name." I give it a beat to let that sink in. "Remember me telling you when I left my family and went out on my own that I didn't want to be associated with their name? I wanted a clean slate and make a life for myself and not what they expected of me." She nods. "I use the name Greyson as my last name for business purposes."

Her eyes swift back and forth to mine thinking.

"Why didn't you just tell me that when you told me about your family? Did you think I'd think less of you? I told you about my past and the mess with Frank and how he was a bad man. If anyone could understand it would be me." She sounds hurt and I hate that we are even having this conversation, much less on our wedding day.

"I'm sorry that I didn't tell you. I guess I…" I pause because I need to be careful on how many stories I tell because eventually they come back to bite you in the ass. The last thing I want to do is start our marriage off in a web of lies. "Please forgive me." I beg holding her hands tighter hoping she will understand.

"Of course I forgive you, babe." She reaches up and cups my cheek with a smile. "It might take me a while to adjust since I practiced signing my name as Anastasia Greyson over and over in my notebooks during class."

"How did I ever get so lucky to find you? I don't deserve you, but I promise to work everyday to show you that I'm worthy of your love and this life we are starting."

A throat is cleared as the minister comes back over after giving us some privacy.

"Is everything okay over here?" Dr. Collins comes over with her husband.

"Yes, of course!" Anastasia answers but the good doc doesn't seemed convinced.

In a flourish Anastasia signs her name and passes my pen back to me. Looking down I see her name on paper, Anastasia Rose Grey. If it were possible I think my life just got a little better at seeing it. Not letting this moment pass and giving her a chance to back out I plant my name in the designated areas then forcefully shove the certificate at the minister. The faster he gets this filed the better I'll feel.

We cut into the cake and playfully smash it in each other's face. I'll never tire of her playfulness. She brings out a new life to me that I thought was striped away at a young age.

"I love you so much that I almost feel like this is a dream." I say as we dance under the stars on the sandy beach. The soft music in the background and the sound of the waves crashing lull us as she snuggles closer to me. We are as close as two people could possibly be, but I want her closer.

Anastasia lifts her chin and arches her back to look up at me.

"I never knew happiness until you came into my life. I know this is a whirlwind but there isn't any part that I would change."

Leaning down I kiss the hell out of her. She has no idea what her words mean to me. Everything I've done to get us here has paid off. All the blood, sweat, and tears are all worth it.

"Can we go?" She asks as she looks around. The minister left a while ago and Dr. Collins and her husband are dancing and drinking champagne.

"I thought you'd never ask."

We walk over and say our goodbye's to Dr. Collins and Michael. After many hugs we climb into the waiting limo and head towards our house. The night is perfect, and I couldn't ask for a more beautiful backdrop to consummate our union. The drive home we fail at keeping our hands to ourselves. Our lips never separate and even though she's covered in a lot of material I still manage for my hands to keep in contact with her soft flesh.

"Take me to bed, husband!" Anastasia exclaims when the driver lets us out of the limo. My dick has been hard from the moment I saw her walking down the sandy beach towards. I'm aching to seal our marriage and he agrees.

While Anastasia was at the spa all day I had the house set up with rose pedals throughout the entire house along with candles. I've swept her up bridal style as we walk past the bedrooms and out onto the lanai. I made sure to have the backyard set up to look magical. There is a canopy king sized bed out by the pool draped in white sheets. The pool is lit with floating candle and rose pedals are scattered all around with twilight lights are hung on all the trees.

"It's so beautiful." She gasps as we make our way over to the bed.

"I only want the best for my wife." The moment the word wife slips from my lips a buzzing starts to flow through my veins. She's mine. In every way.

As I place her gently on her feet I step back to drink her all in. There will never be another day like today.

"Today is the start of our lives and my hope is that every day is like right now."

My arm circle around her small frame and I find the zipper to her dress. Painfully slow I pull the metal down her back as she keeps her eyes focused on mine. She's breathtaking.

"I'm nervous." She admits and it takes me a second to understand. "We've done it so many times before, but this feels different."

"You don't ever have to feel nervous around me, baby girl." I softly press my lips to hers in reassurance.

Her wedding dress slips down her body and I groan at what's underneath.

"Dr. Collins thought I needed to surprise you for our wedding night." She bites her lower plump lip and my dick lurches in my pants.

"I think you're trying to give your husband a heart attack on his wedding night." I growl.

She's wearing a lace corset that has her large tits pushed up and cutout around them, exposing them for me to see. The matching thong has nothing but a string covering her pussy and as I twirl her around the string is lost between her cheeks. Have mercy! She is a dream come true.

"If I'd known you were wearing this under that dress the wedding would've been over in under five minutes." I bite clenching my teeth.

The moment she turns back around I pounce. I drop to my knees and latch onto one nipple as my hand plays with the other. My free hand snaps the tiny string of her so-called thong and finds her clit. She's soaking wet for me and I feel her soft hands run through my hair. My mouth swaps tits and I devour this one with the same fervor. My hand is drip from her arousal as she opens wider for me to plunge a finger up into her pussy. She's riding my hand like she was made for it and griping my hair at the roots trying to push my mouth closer.

"Aww, Christian I'm going to come!" She cries baring down on my hand and her body starts to tremble.

Her climax happens before I can pull back, so I let her ride it out with shaky legs and my mouth full of her juices. She almost collapses but I catch her and lay her spent body down on the soft bed.

"You are so beautiful when you come." I say after I rid my clothes in a pile next to hers. "Pull your knees up wife, I want to see what's mine."

She does as she's asked and exposes every inch of her delectable cunt to me. Her glistening arousal is prominent, and my dick can't take much more torture. I line the head of my cock up to her entrance and nudge it forward. Even after months of sex she's still just a small as the first time and I go slow to let her adjust to my size. She take him like a champ now and the stretching isn't as painful as the first few times.

"Let me in baby." I coax as I rock in and out a few inches at a time.

The moment I bottom out my body relaxes. Her walls pulse around my dick and I try to hold back the need to fuck the shit out of her. We've had fast, rough sex but tonight is special, even more special than our first time. Tonight we vowed to be one for as we both shall live. I am hers and she is mine. When we look back on this day I want her to remember every detail as if it was the best day of her life. Letting the beast out to play is not what I want. She and I both need this to be romantic and memorable.

"Love me Christian." Those words are my undoing.

My hips pull back and pump forward at a slow and steady pace. I'm hovering over her body with our nose touching. She has her legs wrapped around my hips moving as I thrust into her. I can't tear my eyes from hers. Our whole future are in them. She holds my life in her hands, and I refuse to let it slip away from her.

Switching us positions I put her on top. As if it were possible, it's much deeper this way. Her hands go to my chest as she bounces up and down jacking my dick off and squeezing the shit out of it. I'm not going to last long in this position because I can feel every inch of her walls. The only sound besides the ocean is our labored breathing and hers has started to pick up. Not wanting to prolong this anymore I strum her clit as she moves causing her to falter. My other hand plants to her hip and helps her stay on course in her movement.

"You feel so good baby. Come for me, come all over my cock and let your juices drench me." Her moan vibrates to my core and my balls tingle. "Pop that pussy and make me come." My voice is more urgent now and I speed up my assault on her clit. The moment I give it the smallest pinch she detonates. I pull my finger back and place my hand around her other hip and start to thrust hard up into her. She's still coming down from her own orgasm when my finally pump unloads my come into her. My own orgasm goes on for a while and even after I'm empty I still thrust up into her.

Her body is laid out on my chest, but my dick has yet to soften. He's ready for round two. Once we've caught our breaths we lay there connected listening to our heartbeats and the ocean. My body has a mind of its own and flexes so that my dick is still making small movements through her pussy.

After a long sigh, "Is this really how our life will be?" She asks and starts to slowly move to the motion that my dick is.

I push a strand of hair behind her ear.

"It can be whatever you want it to be. I'm at your mercy and if you want this every day then I will make it happen." I say with certainty.

"How did I get so lucky?" She moans and it's all I can take.

I flip us over driving deep into her.

"I'm the lucky one." I state.

All night long I show her just how lucky I am.

A/N: Thank you for reading and I hope you like my story! They are MARRIED! 1 more chapter then we will be at present time. Back to Anastasia's POV next. See you ladies next Thursday! Stay Safe.

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