Kayden's POV
Emma was wasting too much time, I pulled her close to me, and was about to lift her veil when I just stopped.
I don't know why, but a huge part of me didn't want to do that. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, lifting only some parts of her veil before I k*ssed her quickly on the lips.
Weird, her lips tasted differently than it did this morning, probably because her lipstick had wiped off.
"Prince Kayden, you don't have to be so selfish, there is no need to hide your wife" one of the guests made fun of my gesture, but I knew better than to reply to him as I took Emma by the hand and walked away.
"All right…the reception would be held soon, if the guests can please be patient with us" Keren spoke, after all she is the queen.
I was so disgusted by myself, each time I touched Emma, my blood couldn't help but boil.
How can Heaven do this to me? She made me marry this disgusting woman as a princess. I tried my best to avoid Emma, as I rudely left her hand after we had walked down the aisle together.
The wedding reception was too much if you'd ask me, not too much for a royal wedding reception, but too much for a false marriage.
I sat on the throne beside Emma, who wore a beautiful wine red dress that revealed her shape.
It kinda looked like her wedding gown but it was shorter. It stopped just below her knees, unlike her wedding dressing that filled the whole floor.
This dress didn't reveal her chest like the other one, it was long sleeved and covered her properly.
What I didn't understand was why she had to put on a cap that had a red laced material in front, covering her face, and then red hand gloves as well.
Why do women have to be so dramatic about every little thing? It's a wedding and not a fashion show.
I was also putting on a red suit that shimmered… oh gosh, if not for one thing I would have taken this damn thing off and walked the hell outta here.
I sat there patiently, trying to endure the whole reception with a false smile on my face, which I really hoped everyone believed was real.
The way Imogen and her mum kept on throwing wicked glances at Emma, I almost felt sorry for her, but she brought it upon herself by agreeing to marry me in the first place, but on a serious note, if looks could k*ll then Emma would have been buried by now.
Because Imogen's and Keren's daggering looks weren't just enough to k*ll Emma, but they were also enough to dig her grave and bury her at once, for a second I became scared.
Soon the guests began to leave one after the other, in no time we were left with only Kings and Queens, and after some time just the maids and guards remained as they began to clean up the mess the guests left.
This is the reason I hate parties,one nice human being would say "hey, I am having a celebration and I would like it if you would attend, please do come" and then the guests will be like "sure" and after that they will end up turning the venue upside down, leaving this nice person who only wanted to celebrate with others, to end up with a chore of cleaning.
If I wasn't a prince, then I wouldn't have any parties, because I wouldn't be able to handle the chore of cleaning. I just wouldn't.
I walked out on Emma, leaving her on the throne while her mum came to discuss something with her, whatever it was she was telling her daughter. I just wasn't interested.
Once I was out of sight, Imogen practically dragged me with her.
"You made a promise to me" she looked at me, the same way she had been looking at Emma throughout the day.
"Calm down…jeez, aren't you tired?" I asked her, surprised that she still had the strength to take my rod.
"I am not, so please let's go to my room now.." she pleaded with me and I followed her like a puppet.
I was so tired and confused that I would do just about anything I am told.
She pushed me on the bed and took off her clothes, as she slowly slid my rod into her cumb, bouncing on my already hardened rod.
"Ohh…gosh…this…is…sooo nice!!" She moaned, as she continued with her movements and threw her head backwards, and placed her hand firmly on the bed for some kind of support.
For the first time in my life, all I wanted to do was let this lady take me as she pleases, either because I was tired, or she was just damn good at it.
"Fucckk!!" She screamed as she switched positions. Initially, she was facing me as she rode my rod, but then she turned her back towards me.
I couldn't help myself but smack that water balloon, and watch it move like water ripples.
"Naughty…." She whispered as she continued to bounce on my rod, with her as* coming in contact with my balls.
Just to add more spice, I pulled her hair backwards to see if she would stop or keep going.
She stopped and struggled to look at me, before she continued to ride me again, even with me pulling her hair.
Pulling her hair was fun but her twins were more fun, as I grabbed her twins from behind, squeezing them and pinching their edges like a maniac.
"Ohh..Kayden, you just know how I like it" she supported my hands to rub on her twins as she continued to bounce that wobbly, fat as* on my rod.
"F*ck you" I cursed her as I moved my hand to her waist, and helped her so she could go faster, she was too slow for my liking, but it was undeniable that she was a good "twerker" if there is a word like that.
I was smacking her as* while she rode me, but stopped when she stopped riding me and moaning.
I raised my head to meet one of the greatest shocks of my life.