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He presses his lips to my ear and murmurs, “You look like your mind is elsewhere, love.”
I shudder at the tone of his voice, whenever he touches me I can’t help my mind from wandering to thoughts of the way he took my virginity. It was savage and brutal and yet I’ve fantasized about it far too many times, bringing myself to orgasm with my vibrator.
It’s almost like a scene out of a fairytale with everyone’s eyes on me because we’re the bride and groom. But this isn’t a fairytale—it’s reality—and I know that I can’t let my guard down.
Isiah pulls me closer to him as we reach the end of the dance, so close that our noses touch. His voice is low and intoxicating when he speaks, “Let go for once.”
I drag my tongue over my bottom lip. “Let go of what?”
“The futile desire to remain in control, no matter the cost. Let me show you just how good submission can be.”
I nod in response, knowing that there’s no use fighting it any longer. Spending hours at this reception won’t make a difference. We might as well leave sooner rather than later, as there’s no point putting it off.
“We will have to thank everyone,” Isiah says.
I swallow hard. “I’d rather not.”
His eyes narrow. “It’s rude not to say goodbye to all these people.”
“Fine.” I nod toward the stage. “Make it quick.”
Isiah pulls me close again. “Nothing about tonight is going to be quick. It’s going to be the longest, most memorable night of your life.”
With that, he leads me up to the stage, but I can hardly think straight. My entire body quivers with anticipation of what’s coming. Even though I try to profess that I hate this man, my body craves his dominance. And with that thought, I remember the first vulgar thing he said to me.
Wait until you’ve been dominated by a real man in bed and see if you are still a feminist, love.
I fear that any feminism I had has been obliterated, as no sane feminist would want a man that treats her the way Isiah has treated me so far.
27
ISIAH
It’s surreal to think that I’m married to my enemy’s daughter. Tied to her in the eyes of the law, and for some reason, I don’t feel as dirty as I expected. In fact, getting married to Bella and being able to call her mine is the highlight of this entire fucking revenge plot so far.
The fire hasn’t gone out in her eyes, as I sit down in a seat on the jet opposite her, since I decided we’d make a head start and go straight to the Maldives for our honeymoon. We had been booked into the Waldorf Hotel, but I wanted to get Bella out of Washington. Satisfaction coils through me, as I’ve got one week alone with her on a private island for our honeymoon, and I intend to make the most of it.
“How are you feeling, Mrs. Darcy?”
Her eyes narrow. “Don’t call me that.”
“What? It’s your name now.” I lean forward, clasping my hands together and staring at her. “You belong to me now, Bella.”
She shudders at that, either from arousal or fear, both of which excite me. “I don’t belong to anyone. I’m a human being. You can’t own me.”
“You’re wrong. In our world, marriage may as well be slavery.” I stand and walk behind her seat, setting my hand on the back of it. I lean down to whisper in her ear. “Before long, you’ll be screaming my name. And every single time I ask you who you belong to, you’ll tell me my name repeatedly, and if you don’t I won’t let you come.”
Bella gets out of the seat and turns to face me, a flame of anger burning in her eyes. “You’ve no right to speak to me like that,” she hisses. “I’m not a puppet you can use for your own pleasure.”
I chuckle darkly, watching her. “That’s what a wife is. A puppet.” I step toward her, and she backs away, clenching her fists by her sides as she realizes I’m backing her into a corner. There’s nowhere for her to go.
Once her back hits the wall, I notice the way her lips part. Even now, as she fights it, her body is craving what I can give her. Pure pleasure. It’s clear that she wants me as badly as I want her, and it’s intoxicating.
I place my hand gently around her throat and squeeze. “And you may scream and shout that you don’t want to be used, but deep down, I can see it in your eyes. You want me to take you against your will.” I drag my lips across her cheek. “And in time, you will submit to me willingly.”
The fire in Bella’s eyes flares brighter, and a vein pulses in her temple as she straightens and meets my gaze, even while my hand remains wrapped around her throat like a collar. Her hands tremble ever so slightly as if she is fighting the urge to reach out and touch me—or push me away.
“Do you really think that? That I will just bow down to you?” She spits the words at me, venom dripping from every syllable.
