Cruel Vows

“Now, we’re going to be late.” He switches off the device and pulls my panties back up, dropping the hem of my dress. “Let’s go.” He holds out his arm for me to take, but I don’t.

Instead, I walk out of the bathroom and toward the bedroom door alone.

“Careful tonight, baby. You know I have a lot of power over you.”

I stiffen as I glance over my shoulder to see him holding the remote.

“If you don’t behave, I won’t hesitate to punish you.”

My heart accelerates in my chest as I realize he’s just insured I can’t cause a stir at this event. I narrow my eyes at him. “And what happens if I remove it?”

He tilts his head. “I have a chastity belt that would make that impossible.” He raps a finger on his chin. “Do I need to fit it?”

I swallow hard and shake my head. “No, let’s go.” I rush for the door and open it before he can reach me, slamming it in his face.

He growls behind me and charges down the corridor in pursuit.

I gasp as he grabs my wrist and yanks me around to face him.

“I’m warning you, Paisley, if there is any funny business, I won’t hesitate to punish you by any means necessary in public.” His breath falls on my face as he leers over me, those dark eyes flashing with fire.

“And I’m warning you that you’d better get your hand off me.” I yank it away. “I won’t hesitate to tell you to fuck off in public.”

The buzz between my legs starts up and I sink my teeth into my bottom lip to stop myself from crying out, turning and glaring at the man who, unfortunately, is now my husband. “Turn it off.”

“Or what, princess?”

I grind my teeth together and ignore the vibrations, walking down the corridor toward the stairs without another word. Two can play at this game and if I’m going to beat him, then I have to ensure that I don’t let this fucking toy affect me somehow.