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Sitting in a satanic wedding dress, after forty-eight hours of being married, shot at, widowed, handcuffed, shot at, hancuffed again, shot at more and engaged for a second time...
You were embarrassed to say the worst part of all of that - may have been seeing your ex-girlfriend.
Any sane person would have said it was the shot at and people blowing up in front of you bit. But Ursela Danforth wasn’t like most ex girlfriends. Or should you say ex-fiancé? Almost fiancé?
Whatever.
Here you were in a billion-dollar empire with satanists, adorned in a black silk dress with a god damn veil. Hail Satan, this couldn’t get anyworse.
But somehow fundamentally, you knew it would. In this shit sandwhich that you weren’t done eating.
You knew Ursela wouldn’t let you marry her stupid brother Titus. Not a chance, she wasn’t the losing kind. Her twin wouldn’t win.
So you were practically timing it. When Ursula not so casually opened your door, no knock, no warning, not shocked to see you were already waiting.
Ursula was beautiful, as always, flawless in her black dress. Any sign of a fist fight gone, not a hair out of place for your wedding day. How kind.
“You make a stunning bride.” Your ex said, setting down a glass of champagne for you, then placing herself too close.
“You did always say you liked me in black,” you retort, unsure on how to speak to her now. How to pretend none of what just occurred actually happened. Ursula sets her own glass down and spreads her fingers anxiously, done with the small talk it seems.
“I’m just going to say it, don’t marry my brother. Marry me.” Ursula declares it so fast you actually smile at her.
“There was a time I’d have given anything to hear that.” You answer a little too honest for your liking. Fuck Ursela had the ring picked out, you two were on cloud nine. Ready to pick out venues and god damn cake. But that was a lifetime ago.
Ursula bristled, her face clearly terrified. She wasn’t willing to let this go though.
“If I’d have known it was you- marrying a kid like Alex? Come on baby, he’s not exactly your type.” She scoffed rudely, and you too the insult.
Your demenor changes on a dime.
“You know my type, what is it? Almost fifty-year-old women who bow to Daddy? One of the shinning twins? A zillionaire who was taught how to kill a grown man at eight?” Yeah you may have been saving those for a while.
Ursula’s eyes cast down, ashamed, and you misread it.
“My father is dead,” Ursula states out loud, her jaw clenching before she can look at you again. She’s still not use to saying it. “There’s not a single reason we can’t be together now.”
The hope in her eyes catches you off guard.
You laugh manically at that, your bruised ribs hurting you. You hold your sides in pain.
“I can’t believe you actually believe that.” You grimace at just how gone Ursula is.
The older woman held herself back from grabbing your hands and getting on the floor and begging. In her tight black thousand-dollar dress. But she was ready to grovel.
“That’s why you left wasn’t it? That's what Titus said, is that Daddy made you leave. That’s it isn’t it? Why you broke my heart?” Ursula was trembling now, a lone tear falling down her cheek.
“I didn’t take his bribe if that’s what your asking. I wasn’t with you for the money, and I wasn’t with Alex for it either-”
It was Ursela’s turn to be offended.
“Seems a little odd you’d swing from one billionaire to another but sure-”
“I didn’t even know who Alex’s family was!”
“Baby you were in my circle long enough-”
“Don’t call me that!” You both talk over each other just like old times.
“I can call you that. Seeing as how I’m in love with you! You know who can’t call you that? MY BROTHER! Why in the world would you ask to marry him?”
“Ursula you two had my sister at gunpoint I was running out of options!”
“You don’t think I had it handled?” Ursula yells back louder before twistsing to look at the door.
“When you were faking being a 911 operator or are you talking about when you were shooting an old ass pistol at me? Which time did you have that handled?” You growl and Ursula has the audacity to roll her eyes.
“Baby, I’m a better shot that than, come on. I knew about the clause. I also knew if we didn’t play fair we wouldn’t have a chance. What I didn’t expect was for your sister to show up or that you’d run from me!” Ursula argues again and you both hear noise from outside the door.
You stop speaking and the two of you hold your breath waiting for Titus to walk in.
When nothing happens Ursula twists to you and whispers.
“You can’t marry him, he’s an alpha psychopath cry baby with too much power and zero self control.” She says it low and you snort.
“Now that sounds like you actually.” You mean it to hurt but Ursula isn’t that easy to offend sadly.
“If he hurts you I will burn this place to the ground.”
“He already-”
“He threatened you, fucked with your sister, but Titus hasn’t actually touched you yet. Why is that? Oh, that’s right because of me!.” Ursula tries to lower her voice but she’s worked up and has never been good at regulating emotions.
“You want me to thank you after you sent my on your billionaire hunger games tournament? Might I remind you I was put on a golf course while you and your shitty friends hunted my sister and me.” You remind but Ursula grabs your wrists now and you try to pull it back but you two are at a stand off.
“Baby, I had it handled. But I had to put on a show, rules are rules.” She says, unyielding of her hold on you.
“Can I remind you that I’m literally minutes away from selling my soul and marrying your shit-for-brains brother.” You stage whisper, your voice getting to loud again.
The door opens and a guard walks in first and then Titus.
Ursula releases her hold on you to stand at attention, her body half blocking you.
“Well well, sister, it seems Rules are Rules, and she picked me. I always knew I could turn her.” Titus winked at you, and you actually wanted to vomit. But also remind him you were bi…and did marry Alex. But Titus wasn’t the type who loved his thunder stolen with facts.
So you don’t respond at all.
Ursula doesn’t seem to have the ability to help herself.
“Titus, you promised-”
“I promised not to hurt her until you married her. But Le Domas chose, that’s not my fault. Maybe you should have eaten the clam better, and we wouldn’t be in this mess.” Titus threw his hands up like a god damn monopoly man going to jail card. “Or maybe you should have put her in place better.”
“Fuck you Titus.”
“No fuck you, behave and I’ll let you watch me.” Titus hand moves to his crotch to cup his cock through the nice pants.
Both of you look down to see him semi-hard.
“Okay then,” Ursula bend down and pulled a very large gun out of her dress, which seemed impossibly skin tight. She pointed it at Titus and he took a half a step back.
“WOAH! That’s cheating!” He grumbled like the two were still in primary school.
Ursula shoved the barrel of the gun into his mouth and he put both hands up.
“I’ll maek it simple dear brother, the bride of your life. What’ll it be?” She asked and he made a noise around the gun, so she pulled it out just enough for him to talk.
“You always did cheat at games.” Titus answered, almost amused at his sister. You could have sworn his cock was getting harder and more prominent thorugh his pants.
“I’m five minutes older, call it wisdom.” She reasoned and he let out a little laugh.
But reared his arm to knock the gun out of her hand.
That’s when the noise went off, you didn’t actually see Ursula pull the trigger.
And the guard at the door didn’t so much as flinch.
But Titus got it right in the shoulder and she went down like a stack of potatoes.
“YOU SHOT ME!” He yelled as he cupped his arm.
“It’s not a deadly spot - take the injury like a man, Daddy taught you not to cry at a bullet wound.” Ursula added snidely, and you just watched from the vanity as the two people who would rule the world squabbled.
“YOU SHOT ME!” Titus yelled again. His hand going for the gun in his belt only for Ursula to hold the barrel up to his face once more.
“I’ll kill you.” She says, her lipstick redder then the blood gushing from her brothers shoulder. Titus held the wound as it continued to pour.
“You’d kill your own brother? We’re fucking twins.” He groaned, a poor sport to the end.
Ursula let the muzzle drop just enough to look into his eyes. The same ones that she’d been terrorized with during her childhood. Titus killed every dog, cat, and rabbit of Ursula’s growing up. He stuck pencils in the Nanny, got kicked out of good boarding schools, and killed two of Ursyla’s girflriends growing up.
Titus was a time bomb, but now with their father gone, Ursula had responsibilities.
But she wouldn’t be doing it alone; she needed you. The love of her life, to help curb his disgusting appetite for demolition.
Ursula had to be the boss.
“Don’t make me choose between her and you, you’ll lose. Daddy learned that, don’t be stupid, Titus. It’s good business; you wouldn’t be a good husband. You can’t control her as I can.” Ursula reasons and you speak up.
“The fuck?” You interject but they ignore you. It shouldn’t make you wet. God why did it make you wet? That was something to look into.
The blood soaking through Titus shirt all the way down to the nice carpet now. He looked pathetic on his knees on the floor, bleeding like this. Like someone who needed a Band-Aid and a kiss in order to go on.
“Can I at least fuck her?” He whispers and Ursula actually hesitates. There was the jack-ass. Your jaw drops to the floor, of all the ass-backwards negotiations.
“HELLO?” You shout again, moving your arms up and down. Tired of being a pawn in their game.
“We can discuss it.” Ursula reasons like you aren’t in a wedding dress watching your fiance bleed out.
“More than once, like not just honeymoon sex.” Titus pouts his big lip out and Ursula seems to melt at his puppy dog face.
Titus smiles back, again and reaches out a hand slowly, like ‘good game’ and Ursula takes it pulling him up.
“Dad would be so proud of us sharing.” Titus mused with a big smile on his face.
“Get that stitched before my wedding,” Ursula instructs and he nods holding the bullet wound.
“Can I be your best man?” The younger twin asks his sister, a little nervous that she’ll say no.
But Ursula just grins warmly at him, and you actually want to burn the mansion down.
“Of course, rules are rules, brother.” She says as if it’s their inside joke.
“I’m not doing this again, no more psycho families. No more weddings, this is it-”
Ursula moves to you as Titus leaves the room, dripping blood the help will need to clean up.
Ursula holds the pistol in one hand and moves back to cup your jaw in the other.
“Come on, I won you fair and square.” The older lesbian says like it’s written in some book.
“You shot your brother.” You remind her, and Ursula shrugs.
“It isn’t the first time, won’t be the last. Now get ready, don’t want to be late for your last wedding.” She says and downs the champagne flute, tucking the gun back inside her dress.
“I’m not doing this.” You say again and Ursula makes a pained face.
“It would be stupid to threaten your sister's life again, but I can do it. I can do so much worse. For you, I shot my father, was happy to smother my father. I’d do a lot more. How many people are going to have to die for you to be mine, you think?” Ursula squints like the bodies are really piling up.
“This wasn’t what we agreed to while you two had a gun to my sister, you know. For you to marry me and- whatever weird sex with this Titus. I don’t want to rule the world, and you're sure as shit to crazy and evil to do it. This isn’t going to work. This isn’t what I want.” You say, feeling like you're in a Twilight Zone episode.
Ursula hums, then grabs the second glass of champagne. She lifts it to your lips.
“Open,” She instructs and you hate her, but your terified too. You open your lips and Ursula practically waterboards you with expensive champagne until you swallow all of it.
It’s running down your face, and you're humiliated, a child unable to drink from a grown up cup.
Then Ursula leans in and licks from your chin up your lips, cleaning you of the alcohol.
You grimace from the sensation, and as she pulls back, she sighs, like she’s satisfied.
“You're a good girl, you’ll learn again. I house broke you once; I can do it again.” Ursula moves a hand under the hem of your dress, the fabric strains and rips a few stitches. Your mouth falls open as she cups your cunt like it’s better than the ring waiting for coronation.
Your cunt throbs for her, like your body misses it’s master. How disgusting, how depraved, how annoying that you got so wet.
Ursula smirks at the evidence of your surrender. Leaning in you wince but two fingers plunge into your pussy. Ursula kisses your cheek and moans as she sissors her fingers inside of you.
“Besides, baby, rules are rules, remember?”