Page 20 of Sinister Engagement

“Please, Gaven,” she pleaded. “I need something,anything. You say you’ll do it regardless soplease do somethingbecause I need it. Need you.”

That, I thought,would have to do. I quickly removed her hand from my coat, pulled my fingers from her pussy, and pushed her legs up and out. I settled her feet on the edge of the table and leaned forward, blowing another breath across the wetness right before I dipped my head and tongued her opening.

I kissed the slick skin, lapping up her juice and diving deep as a shudder rolled through her. One delicate hand moved to my head, fingernails scraping against my scalp as I drifted up and sucked her rosy clit between my lips. She gasped and bucked against my face, her hand turning hard as she shuddered at my touch.

Licking. Sucking. Kissing. I drove her up the precipice of an orgasm only to slowly let her fall back down. It was a heady thing, having Evangeline Price under my control, under my sexual tutelage. Only when a knock sounded on the other side of the door did I finally pry my mouth from her sweet pussy.

“Sir? Miss?” a feminine voice called from the other side of the wood. “The guests are waiting…”

Angel’s body stiffened, only this time, it wasn’t due to pleasure. Fuck—that servant was destroying everything I’d hoped to build. It was time to finish this.

“Angel,” I growled. Her eyes shot to my face as I pressed forward, pushing two fingers into her cunt and then pulling out and adding another. Her pussy squeezed around me as her mouth popped open. Her skin heated and her body moved to my unspoken commands. “Keep looking at me.”

I fucked her with my fingers, pulling them out and shoving them back in harder than necessary, but she didn’t seem to mind. No, instead, she responded beautifully. Quiet moans left her lips and rose to my ears. I was greedy for them, loved them, and I wanted more. Without a second thought, I left her gaze and fell back to my knees.

My lips were back on her clit before I even realized what I was doing. From there, I sucked and licked and nibbled at the little bundle of nerves until her thighs were quaking on either side of my head and her hands were tightening in my hair. Her near silent moans grew louder as she reached the final peak of the orgasm I’d been denying her since we started.

“Gaven!” As my name left her lips, I rose up and pressed my mouth to hers. My tongue was soaked with the juice from her pussy and I didn’t hesitate to push it forward, letting her taste her own desire for me. She didn’t balk. Of course not. My precious Angel opened to me and sucked her own essence into her mouth. If she hadn’t been watching she might have been too innocent to realize this taste. Whatever the case, it merely sent me on another spiral. My cockpoundedinside of my pants. But I needed to stop. I needed control—something that was in a limited supply when it came to her.

It took everything I had to pull away from her. “Enough,” I said, practically panting. I reached for her dress and began righting it—pulling the sleeves up her arms and covering her tits once more. “It’s time.”

She blinked at me, a little shaken and stunned as I helped her adjust herself.This is it. My last look at her before she becomes officially mine.And what a fucking glorious sight it was.

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Angel

My heart pounded in my chest, my body trembling as I was ushered into one of the parlor rooms on the bottom floor of my family’s estate where my father was waiting. Electricity hummed in my veins. Every nerve ending in my body had been awakened by Gaven’s sinful, dominating touch. And walking into the small space where my father was adjusting the cuffs of his sleeves made me all the more aware of how soaked my panties were and how my skin burned with the memory of Gaven’s tongue.

“Ah, there we are, Angel—come, let me look at you.” My father smiled and held his arms out for me. Carefully, I moved toward him. “You look absolutely perfect.”

“Thank you,” I murmured, stepping into his embrace. He seemed genuinely happy about the occasion, and I wasn’t sure why I was surprised. Maybe the part of me who was afraid of being married to Gaven, to being tied to everything he and my family were for the rest of my life, hoped that he would be remorseful for sealing my fate. That he might call a stop to the whole thing.

Did I want that now, thought?The thought slammed into me hard enough that I jolted back from my father, a strained smile on my face when he looked down at me.

“My sweet Evangeline,” he started, taking my free hand that wasn’t holding my bouquet to squeeze tightly. “I know this isn’t the life you envisioned for yourself, but this is the life for you.”

I stood silent, waiting for him to continue. There were no words to describe the mess of emotions that snaked through me since I’d learned my fate those few days ago. Betrayal, hurt, anger, curiosity, and now … even lust.

“I don’t know what I would do if anything were to happen to you because of who I am,” he continued, his words lowering to a whisper. “But now I know you’ll have someone to protect you after I’m gone.”

A knife sliced my heart at the grave comment, and I squeezed his hand. “Please,” I begged, “let’s not think like that. You’ll be around for a long time.”

“Long enough, maybe, to see some grandkids,” he teased.

My heart stuttered to a stop, not having thought about children with Gaven since the attempted hit a few days ago. “M-maybe,” I squeaked.

He grinned ruefully and for a brief moment, I could see the handsome man my mother had fallen in love with. Despite the darkness that plagued our family, despite what he did and who he was, he was still the man who had held me in his arms and shielded me when I was a child. I couldn’t help but love him.

“All right, my Angel, we can save all other conversations for after your wedding, but I want you to know that while you may not see it now, this is what your future needs. Do you understand?”

No, not even a little,I thought, but I murmured my assent, leaning in for another hug. While still in my mind, the thoughts of only a few minutes prior had quieted, my focus shifting to the music playing in the ballroom where my wedding waited to begin. With a deep steadying breath, I hooked my fingers in the crook of my father’s arm and started forward.

Hundreds of people stood as the signature bridal song started to play, attention turning to my father and me making our way down the aisle. People I didn’t even know eyed me with a variety of expressions; awe, happiness, judgement, and hate, all focused on me. My father’s business partners, members of our family, and I was sure even a few enemies who wanted nothing more than to see a bullet in my fathers’ back.

But I saw none of them. All there was, was Gaven, standing straight and rigid at the end of the aisle. A predatory smile curled his lips with each step closer I took. I was about to seal my future with the man who scared me more than I’d cared to admit, even to myself.

And yet, eagerness built, sending a burst of excited nerves through me.

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