Page 59 of A Twisted Arrangement

“No…no…we’re ready.”

“Good.”

The officiant starts running through the normal words, and Scarlet takes a step back. Her chest heaves, and her cheeks are pink as she processes everything. She’s going to run.

She twists, but she doesn’t make it a foot before Damon’s holding her in place.

“I’m really sorry about this,” he apologizes.

“Hurt her and you’re dead,” I say.

My older brother nods. “Understood.”

“How do you think Misty will react about you participating in my coerced marriage?”

There’s a sly smirk on his lips. “I think you’d be surprised how much she’ll understand. So long as you don’t fuck this up.”

“Do you, Scarlet Laurent, take Matthias Everette to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“No.” She spits the word, and the officiant freezes.

“Continue,” I command, and he does.

“Do you, Matthias Everette, take Scarlet Laurent to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do.”

"By the power vested in me by the state of Massachusetts, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

I grasp the back of her neck and force the kiss on her. She refuses to open for me, teeth clamped shut. I grip her ass, pressing her against my hard cock, and she gasps. I use the opportunity to shove my tongue in her mouth, devouring her.

The hands that push against my chest change to pulling me closer as she melts under my touch.

Goddammit, I want her, but I know she’ll hate herself if this continues. I break the kiss. “You taste so fucking good.”

She rears back, hazy eyes going clear. “I’m not signing anything.”

“You are mistaken if you think that’ll stop this.”

“I don’t want you to touch me.” Her neck flushes a pretty pink that crawls up to her ears.

“You shouldn’t lie to yourself, Wife.”

I can practically see the smoke pouring out of her ears, and I shift back, dodging her punch. She’s fast, having spent years honing her skills, but not quite fast enough.

She lets out a frustrated grunt and stomps toward her room.

I take a step after her, but Damon stops me.

“Give her some space.”

Everything in me wants to follow her into our room and make her see just how much she wants me. No matter what she says, I know she’ll be wet, her body reacting to my every touch, but I’m looking for more than just sex from her.

“Fine. Let’s go,” I say.

Oliver slides his phone into his pocket the second I step outside, as if he’s expecting what’s coming next. I grab him by the collar and slam him against the exterior wall.

“Who the fuck do you think you are to question my orders?”

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