Page 175 of Their Princess

I laughed. Just like him.

Apparently not liking that, Sas hit the button again.

“Wait!” I held up a finger to the priest and turned to Sas. “I can’t say vows if you keep that up.”

He only smirked.

I could barely comprehend how my wedding went, not when I was glancing at where my father had gone and the vibrator constantly going off in my pussy. It started and then stopped, Sas watching me from the corner of his eye with a bemused look. He enjoyed it too much, though a vein pulsated in his neck. He was stressed about something, but I couldn’t think clearly enough to worry about what.

We finished the vows—or at least I thought I repeated them clearly—and Graff handed Sas the ring.

When Sas slid a simple rose-gold band on my hand and lifted my hand to his lips to plant a small kiss, I inhaled sharply. Like the giver, it wasn’t fancy, and I adored it.

The buzzing followed, and every muscle in my body stiffened, fighting my want to succumb to the pleasure.

When prompted, I reached into the breast cup of my dress and fondled the three bands. Two would be given later, when I found the right times. Picking the smoothest of the three, I echoed the priest’s words as I slid it on Sas’s left third finger.

He turned his hand over then back again and curled his fingers.

“Did I do well?” I whispered.

He gave me a crooked smile. “I’ll show you how well you did, Princess Lina.”

“Promise?”

“Yes.”

“I now declare you husband and wife,” announced the priest. “You may kiss the bride!”

Sas leaned down, slid his long fingers up along my cheek and into my hair. His hazel eyes bored into me, and it was all I could do not to pant.

“Come for me,” he said and slammed his mouth to mine.

A moan immediately escaped me, only growing in sound as Sas held down the button and plundered my mouth. My sore pussy was wet and steaming, and I knew the vibrator would fall out soon if we kept this up.

He growled into my mouth, and I came. My orgasm wasn’t spent by the time he pulled back and whispered, “You’re going to tell me all about receiving your wedding gift from Graff as I fuck you senseless tonight.”

He tapped the button of the remote control one more time, and another buzz went up through my body. I almost fell.

When Sas pulled back from me, I finally realized that the crowd was applauding us, half politely and half rowdily. The rowdy half belonged to the MC. Sas scowled at them, but I heard Graff laughing like a kid. In the shadows of the MC, Rafe was smiling too, even if it looked pained. I slipped my arm into the crook of Sas’s elbow, and we walked down the aisle together. As the church doors opened, the Vegas sun blinded me.

Then Sas disappeared... or was ripped away from my side.

Someone yelled, “Simeon Tate, you are under arrest for?—”

“Arrest?” I asked.

Rough hands grabbed me and hauled me away.

I tried to reach for my new husband. “Sas? Sas!”

“Stay back,” growled Sas as I blinked the sun from my eyes.

Graff had his hands on my forearms, pulling me away from Sas who was now flat on the hood of a cop car. Guns pointed at him, all held by police in their LVPD uniforms. They had been waiting for us. Why?

Wilde was at Graff’s side. “Call Angel and get Melanie here ASAP.”

Melanie? Who was Melanie?

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