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GRACE
Sweet orchestra music filled the ballroom. At least two hundred guests sat in the white chairs on each side of the aisle.
“Smile,” Grandfather snapped. He begrudgingly took my hand as the song changed to the bridal chorus. “Pretend like you want to be here. This is your wedding, you ungrateful bitch.”
I slapped on a fake smile as we moved forward to the song.
Tears stung my eyes.
I wore a beautiful white dress I would have worn for Cole. And as I walked down the aisle, I clutched the bouquet, trying not to cry when I spotted him in the crowd. He looked like he wanted to stop the wedding. I even thought he might try.
But I knew he couldn’t.
Not without hurting me.
And when we got to the altar, I was greeted with the wicked smirk of Cole’s rival.
The man I loved tohate.
If I refused to marry him, my manipulative, controlling grandfather would hurt the man I loved. He had already taken everything from me, so I knew he would make good on his threats. So I put on my new husband’s ring.
I said I do.
I expected my biological father to appear before the minister said, “You may now kiss the bride.”
Rhys clutched my hip and pulled me to him, staring into my eyes with one of his villainous grins. “Don’t make this worse than it needs to be, princess,” he whispered. “Kiss me.”
My gaze flicked to Cole for a moment. He nodded his approval, even though he looked like he wanted to snap Rhys’s neck.
So I pressed my lips to Rhys’s and opened up for him, letting this traitorous piece of shit put his tongue in my mouth. It had to look real for my grandfather. The old man had to believe he had won.
* * *
Now a married woman, I let Rhys parade me around the ballroom on his arm. I changed into a shorter dress for the reception and smiled at our guests. I chugged champagne and prayed my father would save me.
Even my grandfather seemed tense. He must have expected Viktor to show before we said our vows. The old man had to pay Rhys the dowry. Three billion dollars. All because my dad didn’t get here in time.
Sucks to be him.
Two hours into the reception, I snuck away from Rhys and met Cole in the hallway. We rounded the corner, and Cole clutched my shoulder from behind and shoved me inside a dark room.
It was a bathroom.
His lips brushed my ear, his cock as hard as steel. “You look beautiful in this dress, Grace. Fuck, the things I want to do to you.”
“Cole, what are you doing? The wedding isn’t over.”
“Taking what I want.” He fisted my hair in his hands and pulled my mouth to his, prying my lips apart with his tongue. Then, Cole grabbed my wrists and raised my arms above my head, pinning me against the wall with his muscular chest. “I hate that you’re married to him. I wanted to put a bullet in his skull as I watched him kissmywoman in front of everyone. We’ll get the marriage annulled as soon as this is all over.”
He slipped his tongue into my mouth, kissing me like I consumed him. Each kiss was more intense and impatient as we clawed at each other’s clothing, our hands and tongues doing the talking.
“I should never have let Rhys kiss you,” he said as our lips separated. “It should have been me. I was so fucking stupid for thinking that following the rules would get me ahead.”
He slid his hand up my stomach over the top of the dress to feel my nipples. I melted into his touch as he pinched the tiny bud between his fingers, leaving a trail of kisses on my neck.
“You’re mine, Grace.” Sucking my bottom lip into his mouth, he tugged hard on it, earning a few moans. “Mine. I’m never letting you go.”
He wrapped my leg around his back and shoved my panties to the side. My tongue tangled with his, and I moaned as he pushed two fingers inside me. I was so wet that his fingers slid in and out.
