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“I want you to know—”
“I know all I need to know, Ef. I know I hurt you, and you still gave me a second, third—Christ, a fucking tenth chance. I know that I was brash and cruel, yet you never gave up on me.” Her bottom lip quivers, and I rest my thumb on it. She kisses the pad of my thumb, and I wrap her in my arms, back where she’s meant to be.
2The sun is setting when I begin to wake Effie a few miles from Bartlett Farms after she fell asleep in my lap. The sun breaks the horizon into bold rays of copper and rust. The setting sun bathes the black cattle in pastures along the road in a warm light, turning their backs the color of whiskey.
“We’re almost home.” I stroke her hair, plucking the veil from it, a caustic taste hitting the back of my throat as I realize she is still fully in her wedding garb.
“Home?”
“Yes, princess,home.”She nuzzles into my hand as she rouses, and my chest constricts at the sweet, mindless movement.
I carefully sit her upright as I sweep out from under her and kneel on the limo floor. I lift one of her heeled feet onto my thigh and unbuckle the clasp around her ankle as she blinks the sleep fully from her eyes. “You make a breathtaking bride, but no way in God’s green earth am I bringing you into my home in another man’s wedding dress.” I remove her second heel, dangling it from the ankle straps before dropping it and taking out my switchblade.
Her eyes widen then darken as I flick the blade open. I suck my lip between my teeth and my gut swirls with heat at the dangerous desire behind her gaze.
I slice into the hem of her satin gown. My eyes burn into hers as I begin to tear a slit up the center, exposing her silky thighs. Little breaths slip between her lips the higher I go, and my body responds with a sharp pulse. Halfway to the bodice, the fabric snags. I raise her ankle onto my shoulder, ghosting my lips up her calf and inner thigh, until I reach the snag. I flip the blade and plunge it into the floorboard.
I lock my gaze with hers as I take hold of the dress between my teeth and tear past the resistance. Her breath gets stuck in her throat and her pupils blow wide as I am left with unfettered access to her lace-covered pussy. My heart beats erratically as I indulge in her untethering scent, dragging my nose over her hot core, feeling her legs tremble on either side of my head.
I nip at the fabric, pinching her skin, and growl, “Mine.”
“Yours,” she agrees breathlessly as I free my knife from where it’s staked. I grab the top of her bodice, pull it harshly away from her body and slice down the middle while staring her straight in the eyes.
Heat crackles down my back as I flip her around onto her hands and knees on the seat. A blackness swirls in my gut as I rip the rest of the dress off her revealing a white lace bodysuit. I bring my hand down hard and hot over her ass. I lick up her spine before tugging her hair out of its pinned confines. It falls in heavy locks down her shoulders as I flip her back over to sit upright.
I clasp her jaw tightly in my fist. I roughly pull her chin to the side to devour her neck, shoving my face into her cascading curls and suck bruisingly into her skin. “Mine.”I bite, carving my claim into her with my teeth.
My voice is raw and rumbly as I promise, “I may not have been the man intended to see you in this, but with the devil as my witness, I will be the man to ruin you in it.” She sucks in an agreeing breath and arches her back to push her breasts out into my greedy palms. “Fuck,I want to tear you apart piece by piece, break you down bit by bit, so that I can rebuild you as mine and only mine.”
I know we’ve arrived when the limo turns and begins to crawl over the rocky gravel. I groan into her supple flesh. She tugs my head up, her fingers knotted in my hair, until we are nose to nose. “Finneas Fox, I’ve never been anything but yours. But I’ll still let you try…”
She pulls me onto the seat next to her and spins to straddle me, my hands latching onto her thick hips. The car comes to a stop, and she clutches my face between her hands. Her honeyed eyes fix on mine as if words evade her. In the time that we stay like this wordlessly pouring our souls and apologies to each other, I hear Alfie exit and drive away in the car he left here.
With her thumb, she traces under my eye, down my cheek and over my chin. Her touch is gentle and sincere. It makes me feel bare and seen. “I’ve never apologized for my role—”
I stop her, “You don’t have to.”
“Iwantto.” She places a hand over my heart. “I’m sorry for playing you. Betraying you. Hurting you. But I’m not sorry I’m your wife.”
My breath lodges in my throat, my heart stuttering. “Say that again.”
She arches a brow. “I’m not sorry I’m your wife.”
A pleased rumble escapes my lips, and I tighten my arms around her waist, gliding her over my growing cock. “We never had a proper wedding night.”
A devious smile plays across her lips. “This could be our wedding night. One we both will love.”
“Oh yeah? And what would that be?”
“Letting my husband do whatever he wants. Knowing I want it too.” She slides off my lap to kneel at my feet, dragging her palms down the length of my thighs as she does.
A dark amusement drips through me when I ask, “You wanna play, little wife?”
Her delicate pink tongue flicks across her teeth as she tucks her chin and nods, looking up at me through hooded lashes. “Anything I want?” She nods again, and fire licks up my spine.
I jerk my head at the door. As she exits the limo, I get a peek at the inky sky, sun fading and stars just beginning to emerge. The perfect backdrop for all the ways I want to ruin her.
I follow behind her, my darkest urges igniting. She faces me, and I see the same need for depravity staring back at me. “What do you want me to do?”
