Page 66 of Deadly Oath

“Thank you,” I tell her gratefully. “Are we all going to go get something to eat? I’m starving.”

Daphne and Marie head back to Daphne’s car, and I go with Kian to his truck. Getting into the truck is something of an effort, with my huge skirt, and Kian helps me with it, tucking it around my feet before closing the door. It feels sweet and intimate, and my heart is fluttering in my chest by the time he gets into the driver’s seat and reaches for me.

“I’ve been dying to kiss you properly,” he growls, his hand sliding into my curls and underneath the lace spill of my veil. His fingers tangle around my hair, pressing into the nape of my neck as he pulls my mouth to his hungrily, and he kisses me like he means it.

The moment his tongue sweeps against mine, I moan, leaning into him as I grip his suit jacket with one hand and his thigh with the other. I feel his muscles tense, feel his hard cock pressing against my wrist, and Kian growls as he nips at my lower lip.

“I’ve half a mind to fuck you right here,” he murmurs, his hand curling around the back of my neck. “Put you on my lap, wedding dress and all, and fuck you in a church parking lot. Would you like that, princess? Letting your new husband defile you right here?”

“Is it defilement if we’re married?” I whisper, looking up at him with my lips still brushing his, and Kian lets out a low, dark laugh.

“Oh, you have no idea how I plan to defile you tonight,wife.”

Heat jolts through me, and I moan, a soft, begging whimper as Kian chuckles and lets go of my neck. “Let’s go eat first,” he says, reaching down to adjust the hard line of his cock as he starts the truck. “I’m going to need all my energy for what I have planned for tonight.”

My breath catches in my chest, my heart beating hard as I think of all the things that could be. I can feel the lace of my panties clinging damply to my skin beneath my wedding dress, and that realization sends fresh arousal through me as I think of sitting next to Kian through dinner, wet and aching for him.

Even before the vows, I was his. And now, I truly am. I don’t know why that turns me on, why that thought makes my heart race and my lip catch between my teeth, but it does. And I can’t wait to go home with him tonight. For him to take me out of this dress, and find out what’s underneath it, to find out what his plans are for me.

We go to the nicest restaurant in town, a place known for its steaks called Old Oak. The four of us get a table next to a window, with a view of the autumn leaves outside, which is still beautiful even though a good bit of them are scattered across the grass now, instead of on the trees. Kian orders a bottle of red wine, and a burrata cheese dip to start. I can tell that Marie and Daphne are excited about the food—I know for a fact that Marie and her husband don’t go out to a place like this often, and I don’t think Daphne does, either.

The meal is incredible, the nicest one I’ve had since moving here. We get side salads studded with pears and blue cheese, filet that comes with a rich buttery sauce, and go through two bottles of wine among the four of us. Daphne protests when Kian orders the second bottle, telling him that she probably shouldn’t drink more since she’s driving Marie home, and he just winks at her.

“I’m the sheriff, right?” he says with a grin. “I give you permission to drink a little more, just for tonight. Besides, your drive home isn’t all that long.”

When we’ve finished the wine and eaten dessert—crème brûlée and chocolate mousse—we all head back out to the parking lot. Marie and Daphne both give me a hug before veering off to their car,and then it’s just me and Kian, standing in the dark parking lot next to his truck.

“Ready to go home?” he asks, and there’s something dark in his voice, a wicked promise that sends a shiver down my spine.

“Yes,” I whisper, and he opens the door to help me in.

27

SABRINA

The house is dark when we walk in. Kian opens the door as I brush past him in my wedding dress. My heart is beating hard, a steady tempo, as I walk to the bedroom, feeling him behind me. The anticipation builds, twisting my stomach into knots as I walk into my room and turn on the light, bathing it in a soft golden glow.

I turn to look at Kian, and his expression is contemplative. “What are you thinking?” I ask softly, as his gaze slides over me, taking in every inch with a lustful slowness that makes my knees feel weak.

He takes a step closer, shrugging off his suit jacket and draping it over the end of the bed, undoing his cufflinks with precise movements as he watches me, making me wait for the answer. It’s only when his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, baring his muscled, inked forearms, that he speaks again.

“I’m considering whether I want my wife in her wedding dress or out of it before I put her on her knees for me.”

I suck in a sharp breath, my chest tightening. I don’t know what, exactly, I had expected out of tonight. Romance, at first—I had imagined that tonight might be the first time Kian was gentle with me, the first time we might do something approaching making love, insteadof the rough, lustful coupling that we’ve shared before. And then, when he told me after the ceremony that he planned todefileme, I didn’t know what I should expect.

This doesn’t feel like love, but the lust in his eyes, the blatant desire to possess me, might. My pulse is fluttering in my throat, desire racing across my skin, and even if this wasn’t what I had thought tonight would be, I want it all the same.

Kian reaches out, his hand wrapping in my hair, his thumb brushing against the nape of my neck. “On your knees, princess,” he murmurs, his hand sliding down around the back of my neck so that he’s urging me down onto my knees.

Something in me wants to resist, although there’s no reason why I should. A part of me that wants to defy anyone claiming authority over me, possession, maybe. But I was never rebellious before. There’s something about what Kian sparks in me, some feeling that I should fight back, but I drop to my knees all the same, my wedding dress pooling out around me as I kneel in front of him.

Kian’s hand threads through my hair, holding me in place as he looks down at me. “Take my cock out,” he orders, one hand loosely by his side. “Now,wife.”

Something about the way he says it sends a fresh, sharp jolt of desire down my spine. I suck in a breath, lifting my hands to do as he’s ordered me to, undoing the buckle of his belt and reaching for his zipper. I feel the hard weight of his cock behind it, pressing into my palm as I undo the front of his pants, sliding my hand in to wrap it around the hot, straining flesh.

Kian sucks in a breath as my fingers brush his length, his hand tightening in my hair. “Open your mouth,” he says huskily, and I feel him throb in my hand as I obey, running my tongue over my lower lip. He groans, hips twitching as he looks down at me.

“You look so perfect like that,” he murmurs. “On your knees, mouth open for my cock. All in white like an innocent virgin, but you’re a filthy slut, aren’t you?Myfilthy slut.”

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