Cruel Vows

A few of the guests hear her, brows furrowing as they gaze at us.

I grab her by the elbow and drag her out of the ballroom and down a corridor toward the study. Thankfully, it’s empty, so I pull her inside and slam the door shut, locking it.

“W-What are you doing?” Her sudden switch from ballsy to stumbling over her words is both cute and arousing.

“Making sure people don’t hear you having a tantrum. To most people in that room, you married me of your own free will, and that’s how it has to be.”

She walks toward the desk at the back of the room, running her fingers over an old leather-bound book. “Because otherwise you’ll be embarrassed that you had to force a woman to marry you?” Her emerald eyes meet mine and there’s a devilish glint in them. She knows she’s playing with fire and yet she’s enjoying it.

I growl softly and walk toward her, cornering her against the desk. “Don’t push me, Paisley.”

“Or what?” she asks, biting on her bottom lip.

Perhaps she drank more alcohol than I realized, as she gets flirtier when she’s been drinking.

I grab the skirt of her dress and hike it up to her hips. “We’re married now, so perhaps it’s time for me to claim what is mine.”

Her eyes widen slightly. “In here?” she asks, glancing around.

“What? Is it not a romantic enough setting for you?” I smirk at her.

She narrows her eyes. “I just mean people will hear. We’re not far—”

I kiss her, silencing her chatter. All I want right now is to be inside of my wife. The past two weeks have been excruciating and finally, she’s all mine. “Shut up, Paisley,” I say, when we break away. “And do as you’re told.”

Grabbing the back of her dress, I unzip it and pull it down her waist, so her perfect tits are visible in a stunning white lace bra that frames them perfectly, like a fine oil painting. “You are so fucking beautiful.”

“Massimo, I don’t—”

“Quiet, princess. I don’t want to hear anything out of that pretty mouth except for yes, sir.”

Her eyes narrow but she turns silent, watching as I remove my suit jacket and sling it over the back of a chair. And then I pull my tie off and unbutton my shirt, tossing them both on top of my jacket.

“Why here, though?”

“As I can’t wait any longer,” I say, marching toward her and lifting her onto the edge of the desk. “You drive me fucking crazy.”

She sets her hands on my chest, gazing into my eyes curiously. “How do I drive you crazy?”

“Being so goddamn beautiful,” I mutter, kissing her neck and instantly making her moan. “I haven’t been able to think about anything but making you mine since I saw you at Mia’s birthday party.”

Paisley claws her fingers into my hair as I kiss lower, grazing my teeth over her collarbone.

“Mine,” I murmur against her skin. “You are all mine.”

“Massimo,” she breathes my name, dragging her fingertips over my scalp. “Why me?”

“Fuck knows, princess.” I move lower, pulling down the cup of her bra and sucking on her beautiful, hard nipples. “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”

“But, I didn’t choose this.” It’s as if she’s trying to reason with herself.

“No, but you want it.” I move to her other breast, sucking the sensitive flesh into my mouth and making her gasp. “And if you say you don’t, you’re lying to yourself.”

“I don’t want it.” She shakes her head, trying to push me away. “How can I want it when you kidnapped me and took away my free will?”

“Because, princess, you were made for me.” I move higher again, biting her collarbone and making her groan. “Stop fighting it, baby.” I kiss her lips, thrusting my tongue into her mouth possessively.

Nothing, not even her insisting she doesn’t want this, will stop me from taking her. I’m not a good man and never have been. Taking Paisley is perhaps one of the most irrational and uncalculated thing I’ve ever done.

It’s out of character, and yet I couldn’t help it.

“You’re a cocky son of a bitch,” she says, gasping for air as I break away from her.

I smirk at that. “What’s your point?”