Page 32 of Emily: Hello Kitten

“Where’s my underwear! My bras! What did you do?” I demand, turning around to face him.

He pretends to think about it, then glances in my bag. “I think you have plenty of clothes.”

“My underwear!” I insist.

“You don’t need them,” he says finally, glaring down at me. “I’m going to steal you from the rehearsal and reception the first chance I get. I’m going to take you to the first room I can find. I’m going to fuck you, and the only point in your wearing panties is if you want to taste yourself while I gag you on them.”

I blink at him. What the hell am I supposed to say to that?

“So, I don’t think you need panties. Especially when I prefer choking you or gaging you on my fingers,” he says, taking another step toward me. “And if you don’t pull on that dress in the next minute and a half, I’m going to make sure you’re late.”

“Adrian,” I warn. “I’m going to be around my family. You’ve seen how they are!”

“All the more reason to steal you away. Get dressed, or the only thing you’ll have to wear to the wedding tomorrow is lingerie,” he threatens.

“You wouldn’t.”

“Ah, I forgot. I’d also make sure you have that vibrator in for the whole ceremony,” he agrees.

I’ve never dressed faster in my life. I pull on my clothes with clear determination and am panting when I finish. Adrian kisses my temple and zips the back of my dress. “Good girl.”

Glowering at him won’t change anything, so I dry my hair and do my makeup before sliding into red heels. He watches the whole time, then tosses his tie on the bed. I glance from it to him. “You’re not going to wear it?”

“I’ll save it for tomorrow when I can do more than wear it,” he says as a smirk tilts on his lips.

My face heats as I quickly look away. “Are you going to stop being cryptic tomorrow?” I snort.

“Are you going to stop being a brat tonight?” he counters.

Neither of us answers and neither of us needs to. I almost expect him to grab me and ruffle my feathers in the elevator, but he doesn’t. Instead, he just stands there, both hands shoved into his pockets.

It’s new. He glowers when other people get on, slowing us down, even if he’s pushed closer to me. I recognize my aunt and uncle and we talk about nothing. They ask how I’m doing preparing for law school, and Adrian rolls his eyes.

I just smile and say my plans have changed, but I’m sure that they’ll tell my dad and he’ll be pissy about it. When we head out of the elevator, Adrian pulls me back against him despite our both walking forward.

“Don’t let people talk to you like that.”

“Yesterday, you kept me from saying a word,” I hiss.

“Yesterday isn’t today. Be bratty with everyone but me.”

“Or else?” I ask.

“If you’re a good kitty, I’ll make sure you come when we sneak off. And we’ll try something new,” he promises in my ear before kissing the side of my head.

“You and your deals.” I snort.

“I follow through on all of them, Emily. You know that. So, do you want a happy ending, or do you want me to edge you and spank you all night?” he growls. “You know I’m happy with both.”

“You’re happiest when—”

“Emmy! Look at you, beautiful. I want to introduce you to someone,” my mom interrupts, dragging me from Adrian.

I look at him over my shoulder, giving him a wicked smile. He rolls his eyes but barely manages to cover his smile with his hand. If he wants to play games for another twenty-four hours, I’m more than happy to do it. One weekend, if that’s what we get, and I’m going to enjoy every second of it.

sixteen

The rehearsal dinner is exhausting. The food is good, but I barely get a chance to eat it. Family wants to talk, and what they want, they get. I sass plenty, am as passive-aggressive as I can get away with, and I know that Adrian hears it.

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