Page 10 of Black Widow's Kiss

This was it. There was never going to be a negotiation. Sato had gotten me here for the ceremony. And when the priest began speaking in Japanese, I realized that if I didn’t do something to stop this, in a minute, I was going to be married.

But to who? Yuki? It couldn’t be. Not with eyes like that. Oh my god, those fuckin’ eyes. I got hard just lookin’ at them. What the fuck was goin’ on?

With my bride’s eyes still intensely focused on me, they nodded. What was that? What had just happened?

“Hai,” my bride said.

Oh shit. Was that, I do?

The priest’s face tilted towards me. He was saying something and I didn’t know what the fuck it was. He could have been asking me for my left nut for all I knew. And when he stopped talking was when things got insane as fuck.

“I think you’re getting married, bro,” the brilliant Lorenzo informed me.

“No shit!” I said in a panic.

“What do you want to do?” he said perched like a cat. “We could get the fuck out of here. Just say the word.”

“Just give me a second,” I said, my heart thumping.

I should get the fuck out of here, right? This was bullshit. I didn’t agree to this.

On the other hand, there were those fuckin’ eyes. They were doin’ something to me. I wanted to rip the fuckin’ dress off her and tear her apart. But was it a her? Was it a him?

Kuroi was a him. I had seen him before. Brown skin. Delicate hands. And… oh shit, those fuckin’ eyes. I was staring into Kuroi’s eyes.

Before I knew it, I said it. I don’t even remember doing it. I just know I did.

Was it Hai or Hi? I may as well have said, I do.

Did I? I did. I just married Kuroi Sato, the fucking Black Widow. What the fuck was I doing?

Before I could figure it out, Yuki entered. There was no confusing the two. With her head bowed, she shuffled in with a tray of shots. Two shots. It was a weird time for it. But after what I had just done, I would take anything with kick.

When Yuki approached, the priest gestured for me to take one. I did. So did the person standing in front of me. The priest gestured for me to drink. Kuroi stared me in the eyes waiting. Was this it? Was this the final, I do? If I didn’t do this, could I still walk away?

With the shot glass in my hand, I raised it. Looking into those mesmerizing eyes, I lifted the glass to my lips. In mirroring succession, Kuroi tilted his head back. The sweet alcohol slipped down my throat.

“Hai,” Sato said who having witnessed enough, turned to go.

That was it. I had done it. I was married. What had I done?

Staring at my bride, my mind swirled. What was I supposed to do now? I could figure my way out of this. I was sureof it. And as my brain began churning out a myriad of plans, my bride leaned forward and kissed me.

Soft, gentle. Those were his lips. His lips, not hers. In a second, I found his neck in my hand. It was small, narrow. My thumb pressed against his jaw. I could feel it open. Losing myself, I felt my tongue enter.

Alive. I felt so alive. As our two tongues met, they danced. It was so hot my head hurt. It was the type of kiss that there was no coming back from. It radiated lust.

He was small. I could have crushed him in my hands. I could have consumed him. I wanted every inch of him, possessed, and marked as mine. My heart’s thumping told me that. And when I released him, when I let go of his touch, I was awake.

“Dante?” Lorenzo said crashing me back to reality.

Oh fuck! What had I done?

A wave of heat rushed over me. It was overwhelming. I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be doing this. Not now. Not in front of anybody.

They couldn’t see me like this. No one can. I had to get out of here. And turning to meet the shocked eyes of my brother, that’s what I did.

Rushing off of the balcony and through the house, I ran for my car.

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