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My father beamed. “Of course, she will, Amadeus. Any particular way she needs to be dressed?”
I forced my thoughts to a happy place, trying to ignore them planning a date for me—a date I certainly shouldn’t want. But God, why did Amadeus have to be so sinfully gorgeous? He both made me afraid of the things he was capable of making me feel and excited to see what might lie in store with him.
The feel of his eyes on me dragged me out of the scene I’d just pictured of sand between my toes and waves gently lapping at my feet. I glanced up, almost choking at the sensual promise in his eyes as he quickly looked me over.
“Anything like what she’s wearing now will be perfect,” Amadeus told my father with a kind smile. He reached for my hand again and pressed a kiss to my knuckles. Tingles raced up my arm and danced around my heart. Unable to help myself, I swayed toward him, my father’s arm around my shoulder the only thing keeping me from falling to my knees in front of him.
And like he somehow knew what I was thinking, what I was feeling, his lips curved up at the corners.
“I look forward to seeing you Friday evening, Lillian.”
ChapterTwo
Amadeus
Solomon slumped in my passenger seat, a tired look on his face. I glanced over at him as I pulled onto the highway, heading for the interstate to get to the nearest city, where Ezra and I did some work under the table, which we’d been saving to one day get out of this fucking town.
I fucking hated going to church every Sunday, and I knew Solomon hated it even more. He felt trapped in the church, at home, and at school, and fuck if I couldn’t relate to that feeling. I’d lived with that trapped feeling my entire life, and I was damn sick of it.
I was Solomon’s only outlet, and I did everything I could to make sure he had a place for all that negative energy inside of him to go. I didn’t want him to turn out like I did. I was filled with so much darkness, it choked me sometimes. And I knew Ezra felt the same way.
We both did our best to protect my little brother from that shit. He was too good, too pure. And I wanted to keep him that way as long as I could.
“You still promise we’re leaving soon?” he asked me.
I nodded, tightening my hand around the steering wheel. He asked all the time, but I knew he needed the assurances. He was drowning; hell, we all were. “I promise, bro. Soon. Just need to finish saving money up,” I promised him.
Especially because likefuckwas either of those assholes—our parents—trying to force me to marry some girl who was barely even a fucking woman. She was too shy for me, too good, too sweet…
Even if my cock disagreed.
The way her plump lips had parted when I’d kissed her hand, how soft and pale her skin was—perfect for my marks—those large, baby blue eyes just begging for someone to free her, and fuck, that curvy ass body. She wasmadefor fucking, and goddammit if her father and mine didn’t fucking realize that. I’d seen the way my father had looked at her, and I’d wanted to snap his neck.
“Father trying to marry you off again?” Solomon asked, jerking me out of my head.
I sighed, tightening my hands on the steering wheel. It wasn’t the first time father had tried it, and I knew it wouldn’t be the last. But I always found something wrong with them. “No doubt about it,” I muttered. “I’ve got a fuckin’ date on Friday.”
Solomon snorted. “At least she’s hot.”
I shrugged a shoulder, a smirk pulling at my lips. He wasn’t wrong. At least there was that. Lillian was a sinful-looking woman trapped in a community that wanted her to be pure. It was the biggest set-up by the man above I’d ever seen.
But then I remembered the way fear had flashed in her eyes when her father had gripped her arm during that fucking hymn. A growl crawled up my throat, and it vibrated through my body when I remembered him squeezing her shoulder. The way she’d tensed, standing up straighter…
No doubt about it, that beautiful girl had small bruises all over her body, and that son of a bitch would be lucky if I didn’t kill him if I saw them. I wanted marks frompleasureon her body. I wanted her to look at my bruises and remembered how it felt to come on my face, to ride my fingers, to shatter around my cock.
And though I craved to play mind games with her, I never wanted to harm her body.
I snorted at my thoughts, realizing I’d saidif. Should be more likewhen. Because even if I didn’t fucking marry her—because that shit wasn’t goddamn happening—I was taking her virginity and ruining her for all other men.
I wouldn’t marry a woman my father had picked out for me. Not goddamn happening. And there was no way in fuck I was marrying a woman part of that community.
My phone rang in my cup holder. A glance down showed me Ezra’s name. With a grunt, I grabbed it and answered my best friend’s call. “What’s up?” I asked, putting him on speaker. Solomon leaned his head on my window with a sigh. I reached over and gently squeezed his shoulder. Hopefully, I could get him out of here soon.
“You headed to Cal’s?” he asked. Cal’s was the bike shop we worked at on the side. It was a fuck ton of illegal money, but it would get both of us ahead. We planned to get the fuck out of this godforsaken town as soon as we could, but we wanted to make sure we were cushioned first in case it took us a while to find jobs. And I wanted Solomon to get through college, too, without having to do a degree Father wanted him to do.
I’d suffered two majors. I went through Biblical studies because Father was “forcing” me to, and then I majored in physical education through another university. Fuck, it hadn’t been easy, but like fuck was I being trapped into a degree that led to a very narrow lifestyle. I wanted nothing to do with the Bible, with church—none of it.
“Yeah. Need to get those two bikes out. Was gonna let Solomon go see his girl while we were working.”
