Page 19 of Sinister Engagement

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Gaven

Big hazel eyes gazed up at me. Open and so fucking innocent. There was a reason I called her 'Angel,' and it had nothing to do with her actual name. She was as untouched as the lily white wing of a dove. Purer than anything I'd ever laid my filthy hands on. Where I was drenched in blood, no matter how unseen, she was as different from someone like me as it could get. It was practically laughable that I was thinking of tying her to me for the rest of her life. Marking her as mine. But I wasn’t justthinkingit, I was going to make it happen.

Though it was the image of her, the quiet perfection in the photograph Raphael had shown me when he'd made his proposal that had started the two of us on our path, it was something else altogether that had brought ushere. To this moment. I was absolutely obsessed with this woman. Every fragile, breakable inch of her. I wanted to shatter her into a million pieces and then put her back together and pour gold between the cracks.

Angel's lashes flickered, and with a movement that was absent of any intention, her tongue swiped out. Her teeth immediately followed, digging down into the fullness of her bottom lip. It was that look, that one, small movement that sealed her fate.

My hands dug into the backs of her thighs and lifted her. Those hazel eyes of hers widened, and she yelped as I deposited her ass on the table at her back. One quick swipe of my arm sent all the little items that had been displayed there skittering to the floor. Pushing her legs apart, I reached down and began lifting the folds of her dress.

"What are—" She stopped, gasping in both shock and fury. Yes, I wanted that fury. I wanted to see more of her innocence bleed away into something new. She was like a tightly closed midnight bloom, and I’d come to peel back the petals of her flower and shine a light into all of her deepest, darkest desires.

"Whatever I fucking want," I informed her as I shoved her legs even farther apart despite her half-hearted resistance.

I finished pulling her dress up, my fingers finally leaving the white stockings she had on underneath so that I touched her silken skin. A groan bubbled up my throat as her gaze darted to mine. There was a flush on her beautiful face. It trickled down from her cheeks and spread across the skin of her upper chest. A chest that was rising and falling, pressing her breasts up and nearly spilling them out from the heart-shaped neckline of the dress she wore.

Stepping closer, I moved my hips between hers, keeping her legs pressed open as I reached up and hooked my fingers into the back of her dress. I found the little zipper hidden behind a fold of fabric. "It's a good thing you didn't choose a dress with a hundred buttons," I commented lightly as I dragged the zipper down. Not all the way, just enough that her front gaped to reveal her cleavage.

Panting, she glanced up at me from beneath her lashes. "W-why is that?"

"Because..." My eyes were locked on the flesh I was in the process of revealing. My chest tightened, every inch of her I saw only adding to the possessiveness I’d felt since I first claimed her to be my bride. Not just her body, every piece of her, but that would come soon enough. For now, I wanted to revel in her luscious curves. "It would be quite a thing to rip your wedding dress before you walk down the aisle." A moment later, I knew that was exactly what I would've done because fuck me, she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I grabbed the fabric concealing her from my view and peeled it down her arms and away from her chest, leaving her with the several thousand dollar gown bunched around her middle.

My hand found her breasts, gripping them tightly as her lips parted on a gasp. Her eyelids slid shut, but that wouldn’t do. I released her tits only to close my fingers over her nipples, pinching them hard. A delicate squeak escaped her mouth, and her eyes shot back open.

"There you are, darling," I said with a grin as she bucked against the strength of my fingers, twisting and rolling her rosy nipples.

She whimpered, the sound going straight to my cock as it pulsated in my slacks. "Gaven," she whispered. "Please—it hurts."

I lightened my touch, but only by a little. It was enough for her to breathe a sigh of relief and relax in my arms. “Do you want something else, darling?”

Her lips parted, her attention suddenly on my hands as they left her breasts and moved down, skimming across her skin and the fabric of her dress as I pressed against her inner thighs.

“Gaven?”

I reached beneath the folds of her gown and found the little scrap of silk and lace that lay before her slick pussy. Without hesitation, I hooked two fingers into that single barrier and pulled it to the side, reaching up with my free hand and tweaking the little nub that rested at the top of her sex. Evangeline’s back arched, and she cried out in shock.

“Answer me,” I ordered.

“I-I don’t know!” she said quickly.

“You don’t know?” I moved to one knee, shoving the dress up farther as I bent before her and took a good long look at my future wife’s pussy. “I think you do. I think you want me to put my mouth on you.” I blew gently across her sex. It was so wet it was glistening. I could feel it against my knuckles as I held her tiny white thong out of the way. “Tell me you want me to fuck you with my tongue, Angel,” I commanded. “Tell me you want to come against my face and then walk out there—in front of dozens of others and let me put my ring on your finger.”

I looked up just in time to see her head turn back and forth as she gasped and panted, the movements making her breasts shudder. That wasn’t good enough, I needed a verbal answer from her. I knew I would push her to her limits, possibly a little further, as I molded her. But hearing those words would make itperfect. To hear her want it, no, need it. That was what I ultimately craved. With a scowl I shoved two fingers forward, pushing them inside the tightest fucking pussy I’d ever touched and hooked them just behind her pubic bone.

“Answer. Me.” I gritted the words out.

Tears sparkled in her eyes as she looked down at me. I didn’t care. No, that wasn’t quite right. Ididcare—I liked putting those tears there. I wanted to see more of them—on her face, on her cheeks, dripping black mascara all over those perfect features of hers.

“Say it,” I growled.

“Please, Gaven,” she whispered. “Please… I don’t… I need…”

“What do you need?” I asked, pressing my thumb over her clit and slowly started to rub it.

A shiver danced down her spine. Her whole body reacted to what I was doing to her, but I wasn’t nearly done. I wanted more. So much fucking more. I wanted to wreck her—my perfect, unsoiled dove.

I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold out on keeping myself from taking her right then and there. But she saved me from breaking my own rules. When she sucked in her next breath, Angel’s hands reached down, one grabbing the lapel of my suit coat. It forced me to meet her gaze.

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