Page 146 of Vows In Corruption

“No.” She pulls away, just enough to look up at me. “For giving me the life I always wanted, and never thought I would get. For making every one of my wildest dreams come true. For taking care of both me and Charlie and taking away the fear that I was going to lose her.”

I place a hand on her cheek and run my thumb along their skin when she leans into my touch.

“You told me once that one of your goals was to make sure you gave your sister the life that she deserved. I have the same goal for you. I plan on giving you the life you deserve and more for the rest of my life.”

This time when the tears come, she lets them fall to giving a shit that her make up is getting ruin. “I love you, Bennett Lane.”

Hearing her say those words does something to me. Like I want to hear those words and only those words for the rest of my life.

“I love you too, Sweet Ella.”

And I do. This woman owns my whole heart an a way no other woman ever would.

Not giving a shit anymore, I slam my mouth against hers, while one of my hands goes to into her hair and hold her face to mine.

Her mouth is fucking delicious and if we had more time, I would take my time exploring it and mesmerizing every single inch as if it were the first time before making my way down the rest of her body.

But there’s a chance that a ten year old is going to be storming in here any minute.

My tongue slides again hers and she lets out a hum that goes straight to my cock and my hands itch to slide to slide between her legs and seeing if she is drenched for me.

The only thing that is holding me together is that I know that she’ll be in my bed tonight and her pussy will be mine for the fucking taking.

Having some self control, I pull away from my wife and an idea brings to mind.

“Tomorrow, you’re mine. No kids. No interruptions. Absolutely nothing that will take you away from me.”

A smirk forms on Ella’s face and it’s the sexiest thing in the world. “Yes, husband.”

If my cock wasn’t rock hard before, it is now.

I’ve heard Ella call me her husband. She has said it here and there when she talking to people and telling them about her day but has never used it in that tone and I like it way more that I should.

It’s just a word, but hearing it in a sultry manner has me wanting to say fuck whatever prior commitments she has and bending her over the desk that is behind me and fucking her brains out.

Control.

Have fucking control.

“You’re going to be repeating those words nonstop tomorrow night.”

“Hm. Can’t wait.” The way her smirk grows tells me that she knows exactly what is happening to me with her words.

Before I do something stupid and have her cancel on the excited ten year old that had Henry order a corsage, I take her hand in mind and walk us out of the room.

As we walk to the front go the house, I hear a giggle coming from the living room. Drake is laughing at something Henry is saying and it’s one of the best sounds out there.

As we get close to the sound, my mind goes back in time.

If my parents hadn’t died, and Robert hadn’t left, would that sound exist? Would I know what it’s like to raise four kids the aren’t mine or what it’s like to hear them laugh or see them smile? Would I know what it’s like to be a father and raise kids as if they were my own?

There are more days that I can count where I have wished that my parents were still here. That I wasn’t orphaned and and didn’t have abandonment issues that can’t be repaired. But then the what if come to mind and those wishes vanish.

I miss my parents, there is no doubt about that, but I don’t know what I would have done without the things that their death brought. I don’t know the person that I would be and I truthfully don’t want to know.

When we reach the living room, Henry is pinning a boutonniere on Drake’s suit jacket. The kid may nearly be eleven years old, but he looks so damn grown up. He reminds me of Elliot when he was the same age.

“I have your date for you bud,” I say to the room.

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