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The choir starts singing. A mass of people has gathered to see thehappyevent, and I force the vomit back down. But with every step, all I can focus on is his tongue between my thighs. Oh, that expert tongue. I squeeze my legs at the vivid image and my skin heats. I blame my father’s lineage, a long line of sinners. My sister and Aurora are in front of the altar. I find my best friend’s face and focus on her. Kieran and Cameron are behind Cato. Only a few more steps toward my personal doom.
I find Cato’s eyes sparkling with undiluted glee. I’m going to enjoy killing him. A monster and a sinner, what a match made in hell.
My father places my hand in Cato’s. At the connection, sparks flow through my body, lighting my core like a hundred Christmas trees.
“You look breathtaking.Bellissima,” he says gravelly, and thoughts of him kissing me swallow me whole.
“Thank you.”
Who does that mousey voice belong to? He squeezes my hand and we turn to the priest. I am too busy stealing glances at him to listen. He’s beyond handsome. That stubbled chin, those full lips, that sharp jaw, and those silver eyes create a masterpiece. His impeccable black suit fits a body made to dominate. He oozes power, strength, and masculinity. It will be a pity having to kill him. But can I go through with it?
I sigh and we exchange vows. I’m so lost in my head that I only realize the ceremony is over when Cato’s hands cup my face and he places a chaste kiss on my lips, inhaling me. It still has the power to unbalance me, to make me crave so much more. He is dangerous to my body, heart, and mind. He smirks at me, knowing it, inflaming my anger even more.
“I do believe my wife likes to be ravished.”
“Yes, too bad it has to be you. But again, I am doing my best to rectify that.”
He grabs my hand and lets everyone else congratulate us. Goose bumps scatter on the arm brushing his. He slips his social mask on. He chats and laughs with the guests while I study him, the tic in his jaw, the crinkle of his eyes. I smile at the fury he tries to mask. It’s almost exhilarating. I must have lost my mind, but who would blame me. Sparring with him is the most exciting thing to happen in my pathetic life.
After posing for pictures, we get in the back of the car, Cato yanks at his tie and scrolls through his phone. His lack of attention should be my goal, but no, a deranged part of me loves to play with him. I flick my fingers in his face and his eyes focus on me.
“Careful,cara.”
His deep, low voice should be illegal, caressing and twisting my insides.
“Or?”
He grips the back of my neck and drags me to him. A breath whooshes out of me, his nearness causes my belly to flip. Does he feel my pulse going into overdrive? His face gets closer to mine, his nose rubbing up and down my cheek, his scent way too intoxicating.
“Or you will find out.”
“I expected something more ominous.”
“You like to play, wife. And I am more than eager to deliver.”
“I am not your—” His fingers tighten around my neck, squeezing lightly in silent warning, and it goes straight between my thighs. I can’t deny the fact that I like him handling me like this.
“The rings and your vows say differently, wife.”
“You mean the meaningless vows. Please, we both know we didn’t mean them.”
He trails his thumb against my erratic pulse and says, “I meant every word.”
I wet my dry lips. “If you think I will obey you, then you’re plain stupid.”
“Men have died for lesser offences.”
“I must be really special.”
“You’re quite the exception.”
With that, he releases his hold. But I still feel it around my neck like a shadow, leaving me more bothered than before. I throw my head back against the headrest and plot his death.
Quick, I’ll make it quick.I am a good person, after all.
“What are you plotting?”
“Your demise.”
