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The priest’s mouth thins. “Repeat after me. I, Louisa, take thee, Rowan, to be my wedded husband…”
She lifts her reddened gaze to mine and repeats after him, “…to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part, according to God’s holy ordinance; and thereto I pledge thee my faith.”
I do the same, and when I’m given the simple round platinum band, I place it on her slim finger and say, “I give you this ring as a symbol of my love.”
She smirks and tugs her hand out of mine before shoving the matching ring onto my finger. “I give you this ring.”
Again, Father Ayala looks on with disapproval. “In the sight of God and these witnesses, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss.”
Lou’s cheeks turn beet red and her breathing accelerates as I snake my arm around her waist. Her palms press against my chest, as if that act alone will keep this from happening. But even if I stop, her body language tells me she won’t.
Her body molds itself to mine the way it always did, her face turning slightly as she melts into me. I bring my hand up her back, until I can feel the furious beating of her heart inside her chest.
Then our lips meet, and I taste her tongue again after years of wanting, and that furious beat becomes a thunderous drum that my own heart matches.
The world around us melts away as I’m thrown back in time with this woman in my arms. It’s as if we were never apart. Everything about her is exactly as I’ve replayed in my mind again and again. Her scent. Her warmth. Her taste.
Lost in her and in her instant response to my kiss, I dig my fingers through her hair and pull her in harder. I devour her desperately, a starved man on the brink of death, and she’s my only salvation.
I hear a voice in the distance. And another.
But it’s not until someone taps my shoulder that I’m brought back to the present and become aware that we’re not alone.
“Daaamn,” Gunn says. “Maybe heshouldhave done this in private. Feel like a fucking Peeping Tom and I’ve never looked away from a porno.”
It takes much of my will power to tear myself from Lou. When I do, she comes with me, her lips attached to mine for a second longer before finally parting.
Her stare glassy, hair mussed and lips swollen and pink from my kiss, she sways slightly. Then a moment later, her eyes widen in realization of what she’s just given away.
I lean in and whisper in her ear, “The things I want to do to you. And I’ll get to do them all now, wife.”
8
LOUISA
To my surprise, Rowan didn’t plan a reception. But we remain at the church for a while. He introduces me to Luca Sinacore, the Don of New York, and his right-hand man, Gunn Sinclair.
I greet them in the stupor I’ve been in since Father Ayala declared us husband and wife and Rowan kissed me.
It was a moment I dreaded. I didn’t want to feel his lips on mine or have his taste slide across my tongue, because I feared what it would do to me. That it would addle my brain and stoke the embers in my belly. Hate him or not, I’d be a fool to deny the dangerous effect he has on me.
Rowan was my first, and I wish with all my might he hadn’t been. I’ve compared every other man to him, and sexually, none have come close. Not even Peter with his huge dick was able to satisfy me the way Rowan did.
I’m not sure if it’s that Rowan was better than everyone else or if I wasn’t as attracted to them. Whatever the reason, it can only mean one thing for me. Doom.
Sleeping with Rowan again is going to be torture. And if he still has the same stamina, it’s going to last all night.
Memories of the nights spent in his shitty apartment, our bodies slick with sweat, fill my mind. They’re so vivid, I can feel the stubble of his chin on my neck, my breasts, and my thighs. I can feel his hot breath between my legs as he licked and sucked.
My mouth goes dry as the temperature in the room seems to skyrocket.
And we never stuck to that mattress that had been thrown on the floor. Any surface would do.Diddo. I especially loved it when he fucked me against the wall, my legs wrapped around his waist as he thrust. He kept me in place so effortlessly as he filled me and brought me to cataclysmic orgasms.
Sweet Jesus.
As I think that, I glance over at the Christ and cringe at my dirty thoughts in his presence. But it’s his fault too. He could have stopped the wedding. Struck me down as I said my vows.
In a short while, Rowan will take me home and do to me all those things I’ve envisioned. And because I have no choice, I’ll let him. It will seem like Heaven, but the truth is it will be nothing but Hell. And I’ll hate him so much more for the pleasure he forces upon me.
