Page 68 of Corrupt Vows

She squeals and pushes me away before rushing to the mirror to fix her curls.

I lean forward, brace my elbows on my knees, and catch her attention. She goes still and meets my gaze in the mirror.

“I need you to help me keep her safe.”

I keep my voice low and serious.

She responds in an equally quiet voice.

“I noticed you increased the security for the family. Did something happen?”

When I answer by holding her stare, she nods and asks, “Camilla’s accident wasn’t really an accident, was it?”

“Whether it was or not doesn’t matter. Serenity can’t get hurt,” I say.

“How can I help?”

“Stay close to her. I don’t want her to go anywhere alone, not even from school to home,” I admit.

Her nod of understanding eases the knot in my chest and opens me to my excitement.

My anticipation builds as I wait for my first glimpse of my future bride in the gown she’ll wear as we legally bind ourselves together for the rest of our lives.

She doesn’t disappoint. When the attendants pull back the black curtain and reveal her standing on a tiny platform, my heart stops. Her sinful silhouette alone may kill me, but the elegant cut of the dress and delicate lace fabric emphasize her feminine perfection. If I weren’t already sitting, I’d be on my knees praying to God for more of her.

She’s gorgeous, but even if she were wearing a shapeless sack, the joy and excitement glinting in her eyes would satisfy me.

Dirty thoughts take over. I doubt she’s wearing a bra underneath her strapless dress, and the layers upon layers of fabric over her legs would be fun to bunch up around her waist. She’d look stunning splayed out on the floor with her loose curls haloing her head and my cock tunneling in and out of her pussy.

I clear my throat and shift on the couch to hide my predicament.

Amidst Natalie’s excited chatter, I meet Serenity’s eyes, prop my elbow on the armrest, and bite my knuckles as I sweep my gaze over her. She flushes. I can’t stop staring at her perfection and imagining her in the throes of passion as the white fabric pools around her.

When Natalie prompts me to respond, I only need three words.

“You’re perfect,principessa.”

Serenity’s eyes soften. My cock hardens to steel.

I struggle with the seams of my trousers long after they close the curtains and need an extra minute after Serenity emerges in her regular clothes to wrangle my body’s response to her ethereal beauty.

The rest of the evening passes in a blur. Nothing exists beyond the woman I love.

I repeat the revelation to myself over and over again.

I love Serenity Vivaldi.

She’s mine. My bride. My one and only.Miaprincipessa.

Serenity Vivaldi is the love of my life.

I desperately want to protect her from the brutal world we live in, but the dread building in my gut as time rolls on and my enemies remain out of my grasp becomes unbearable.

My nightmares worsen.

I love Serenity. I need her. I can’t lose her.

But my intuition is never wrong.

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