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“I’m sure my wife is ready to see our home.” He leads me down the aisle I'd only just stomped down.
I want to say no, that I don’t want to see it, but I kind of do. I wasn't shocked when Clayton told me that women didn't come and go from Luke’s home. I’ve heard his estate is like Fort Knox. No one gets invited in. Parties are never thrown there, and he doesn’t show off his vast wealth. He has enough money and power to keep his affairs private. After all, his mines produce the high-end stones and metals sought after by the finest jewelers in the world. Getting invited to Luke Knight’s home is a treat to most. It means you’re in his inner circle, but for some, it means death. Those are the only times he invites people in--love or murder. Who knows in the end how my invite will turn out? Hopefully, it’s with me and Ms. Kittles living in his mansion and Luke buried beneath our feet.
I’m sure he keeps some condo for his mistresses. I know my father does, but to be fair, Luke didn’t have a wife and kids. Well, not until now. But will he change his assuredly philandering ways just because he thinks he’s bagged me? Again, my stomach sours. I welcome the feeling. It cools the weird throb between my legs that I’ll never admit to having.
He opens the church door for me.
“Thank you.” I raise my chin.
“Thank you?” he asks as he leads me down the stairs to the waiting car. He motions with his hand for the driver to get back behind the wheel. Luke opens the car door for me himself.
“It was stupid of me to try and kill you,” I admit with a shrug. “I mean, before we said ‘I do.’ But now what’s yours is mine.” I smirk as I drop down into the car. “Open season.”
“Yes, what’s mine is yours,” he responds as he leans down into the car. My mouth stupidly parts, thinking he’s about to kiss me again. His fingers dig into my hair again as he tilts my head back. I let out a small whimper. His hold on me is quickly becoming my Achilles’ heel. My body keeps lighting up at his touch. Why would I ready myself for such a thing?
I hate his kiss and his touch, I have to remind my body. I hate everything about him.
“And what’s yours is nowmine.” He drags his nose along the column of my neck as he says the words before kissing me below my ear. “I’ll be taking what’s mine. I’ll be the only one that ever takes it.”
Again, I’m cut off before I can say something as he backs away and slams the car door. I sit there in shock for a second. A warm feeling coats my skin. I shake it off when he gets in the other side and pulls me to him, tucking me under his arm as the car takes off.
I should fight him but what’s the point? I’d end up pinned to the floor of the town car. Holy shit. I clench my thighs together at that thought. That is definitely not happening. What is wrong with me?
“You put something in my food!” I shout. That’s it. I’ve been drugged. Of course that’s what’s going on here. This afternoon while getting my hair and makeup done, I thought of all kinds of things I could put in his food to kill him. Just in case my knife plan didn't work. It hadn’t, so now I need to try something else, but what if he beat me to it?
“You think I drugged you?” He smiles as if the thought is laughable. “Your body already knows what it wants. I don’t need to drug it.” He reaches out and tucks a loose piece of hair behind my ear. I bat at his hand and try to get him with my nails.
He only smiles bigger. I should have thought of sharper nails when they gave me that manicure. Damn it. I stop to look at my hand and the giant ring. This thing really is a weapon within itself. I’d hit him with it but, like the dress, I don't want to ruin it. I drop my hand.
“You going to get me declawed, too?” I snip, feeling defeated as I fall back into my seat.
He doesn't say anything. The car grows quiet. I shift in my seat.
“Cassandra.” Luke says my name softly.
I ignore him, wondering if it will bother him. I tried it on my parents many times growing up. They never noticed.
“Wife,” he says, a bit more strongly.
I turn my head to look away from him. What is wrong with me? I should know better, but I’m doing it. My mom always said I was a brat.
“One day I’ll call your name, and you’ll run to me.” His voice is a sexy rumble, the promise of pleasure and pain mixed.
“Ah. You got jokes.” I let out a humorless laugh.
“Know this.”
I can’t stop myself from turning my head and meeting his gaze.
“I’ll never harm a hair on your head.” He says it with the same finality as his vow.
“But not Ms. Kittles, right? You’d hurt her to get at me,” I remind him.
“It won’t have to come to that, will it, vixen?” He picks up my hand. The same one I tried to smack him away with. He kisses the small cut I gave myself with the knife. “You’re the only one who can hurt yourself or Ms. Kittles. That fate lies in your hands.” He kisses the mark again before tangling his fingers with mine.
He’s right. I might not have all the control here, but I do have some power. I don’t know why Luke Knight is so intent on making me his, but I need to be better with the power that I do have over him. I see it now. He really shouldn't have given it to me. I’ll only use it against him. My eyes stay locked with his, and my heart does a funny flutter. I swallow, not sure what to do with everything I’m feeling.
The car is silent, the driver looking straight ahead as we wind down a dark lane. I close my eyes and try to calm myself.
