Page 48 of Castle

Dayana was standing beside me, holding a ring. I tried not to dampen my mood because I would rather prefer eating glass than having this she-devil as my sister-in-law. If only murder was legal, it would have solved my problem.

The ceremony began, and I couldn’t explain my happiness when Rev Philip asked me, “Millicent May Davis, do you take this man, Castle Montgomery, as your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do.”

Later on, there was some dancing, which was followed by dinner. Everything turned out to be amazing the moment I realized I was marrying Castle. The dangerous situation had suddenly turned out to be far better than I expected it to be.

After the party was over, Castle was being held back by some guests, so I made my way back inside the house.

I went to my room upstairs to change and suddenly remembered since I was now married to Castle, I could share his bedroom, but all my stuff was still in my room.

Everything had happened so suddenly, there was no time to move things. I’d been too disturbed to think about anything since I’d assumed I was marrying Devin.

I took a long bubble bath and changed into my nightgown. Thankfully, they’d bought me some nice ones upon request a few weeks ago. A baby pink colored nightie that was short and lacy, not to mention transparent, but I covered the scandalous lingerie with the matching satin robe that came with it.

I hoped Castle liked it. Smiling to myself, I thought about him. I felt nervous and excited in equal measures.

I was just combing my hair when suddenly the door burst open.

Castle stood there, panting, and the bow on his neck was tilted. I thought he’d ran upstairs to find me.

He sauntered into the room and gave me a quick once-over, his gaze roving over my curves.

Then he walked towards me and grasped my hand in his, pulling me towards himself. “Let’s go to my room.”

NINETEEN

It wasn’tthe first time that Castle had made demands. Usually, he was shy but never hesitated if he wanted something.

This wasn’t a subtle request either.

There was a possessive glint in his eyes when he grabbed my hand and asked me to go to his room.

I followed him like a good, obedient wife.

A zing of excitement and nervousness rushed through my blood as I wondered what would happen tonight. I was dying a little from anticipation.

For a woman of my stature, marrying someone like Castle was unimaginable. Even though my feelings for Castle ran deep, I wasn’t sure if he felt the same way. Even with marriage in the equation, he might never love me. He wanted me; I knew that much, but I’d assumed it was because he’d lacked the love and attention that I gave him. It might be purely sexual attraction, but whatever it was, I’d take it.

My desperation to belong somewhere knew no limits.

I hoped that one day he’d learn to love me.

Once inside the room, he turned the lock and my gaze swept around the room.

I spent most of my time here with him as his caregiver, but I never thought that I’d besharingthe bedroom with him.

The lack of romantic decorations—no roses, no candles—made me wonder if the family assumed Castle didn’t understand what happened on wedding nights.

The look in his eyes clearly said he might not understand what went on, but he was going to be a quick learner.

Castle stood at the door, silent, but his stance was still predatory. His eyes were blazing as they raked over my body, starting from below and resting on top.

I bit my lip; this was getting awkward real quick.

“Castle, do you...do you...”stop stammering like an idiot, Millie!“Do you know what happens on a wedding night?”

“We fuck?” He asked with a straight face.

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