Page 22 of Sinister Engagement

“Hm, those are certainly interesting choices,” he admitted, a thoughtful hum following his words. Glancing over, I tried to figure out what he was thinking like he could for me but came up empty. With a predatory grin, he continued, “Don’t worry, Angel. No matter how far you ran, you would always be a Price. You wouldn’t have been able to escape this life even before me, but you’ll find soon enough it’s exactly where you’re meant to be.”

I nodded, not wanting to dissect his words and no doubt all the hidden meanings behind them. With the weight of the jeweled metal band on my finger, all I felt as I sat there next to him was that I hoped he was right.

Once a Price, always a Price.

12

Angel

The party wound down until the guests eventually filed out, one by one, leaving the mansion empty once more. The only people left were my father, Gaven, myself, and Jackie. The last of whom had gone to bed long before, and now, my father was following.

"Come," Gaven said, holding out a hand as we left the reception area. "You must be tired."

I was exhausted, but at the same time, keyed up. Tonight was a night like none before. Tonight was my wedding night, and I was not so tired that I forgot what that meant. As Gaven led me up the staircase and to a bedroom, one that was not my childhood room—I couldn't imagine losing my virginity there—the fluttering of anxiety crept back into my mind.

In one of the guest suites my father kept for various friends, Gaven quietly shut the door and turned to me. In the dark, dimly lit room, his eyes scoured my body. I was flushed, as if I'd had too many glasses of champagne—champagne that I had certainly had my fair share of.

"You looked exquisite tonight." Gaven's low voice was gruff and electrifying.

I inhaled sharply. "So did you," I admitted.

He took one step forward, and I jerked my gaze up to his. Another step and another and another until he stood right before me. With the backs of my legs pressed to the four-poster bed, I felt the head of him against my front. Goosebumps rose along the bare skin of my shoulders and neck, and my eyelids lowered until I saw nothing and only felt the way Gaven's chest brushed against mine.

A masculine hand lifted and drifted halfway down my arm before circling to my back. Gaven's lips touched my neck, and I gasped, tilting my head as I let him kiss the thrumming pulse of my throat once more. His fingers latched on to the zipper and like earlier, slowly began to drag it downward. Only this time, he didn't stop halfway. He didn't stop at all—not until the dress was gaping forward and the sleeves fell. Then it was pooling on the floor, and I was left naked save for the silky and lacy white lingerie that had accompanied my wedding ensemble.

"Jesus..." A breath of air puffed over my face. I slowly opened my eyes and gazed upward. Gaven's attention was locked on my naked breasts. On the soft skin of my stomach, and then he dragged his focus lower. To the triangle of fabric between my legs.

Why the hell am I so nervous?He'd already seen me there. He had touched me there. Licked me. Brought me to a screaming orgasm, and it was my hope that he would do it all over again before the night was done.

When he didn’t move, though, I found my hands drifting up to the buttons lining his chest. I undid the first one and moved to the second. I was halfway down the shirt when he seemed to realize what I was doing.

“Angel…” His voice was rough, as if he was struggling to speak.

“Are you going to kiss me?”

“I’m going to do so much more than kiss you, darling,” he said, his eyes turning hard as he reached up and jerked the bottom of his shirt out from where it was tucked into the top of his slacks. A flush rose against my skin—heat licking across every inch of me. Gaven dragged his suit coat off and then quickly pushed my hands aside to finish unbuttoning his shirt as well. The fabric parted, revealing a wide, muscled chest that had my eyes bulging and my jaw dropping.

My hands hovered over his skin, unsure and hesitant, but with an amused chuckle, Gaven pulled my palms toward him. “You can touch me, love,” he said. “You’re allowed to touch yourhusband.”

My husband.The words were so foreign but no less true. This was reality. This had really happened. I was eighteen, and I was married—to a man I hardly knew. Right now, that didn’t seem to matter so much. Not even when he left my hands on his skin and reached beneath my wrists to unbutton the top of his slacks.

His eyes never left mine as he unzipped and freed himself, letting his pants fall down to join my dress. “There are some things you should know, Angel,” he said as my eyes descended to the thick length of him, jutting out from between his legs. I’d seen it before, of course. I’d had my lips wrapped around that monstrous cock of his. But right now, I felt a little faint knowing it was about to go somewhere other than beyond my lips.

“W-what kind of things?” I asked hesitantly.

“I like my sex a little … different,” he answered, capturing my wrists once more. He pushed me back onto the bed, and I gasped as I fell back onto the mattress.

“Different how?” I demanded, my eyes widening as he climbed over me, spreading my legs as he shoved me up the bed.

“I’m sure you’ve sensed it, darling,” he replied. “I like control. I’m going to do things to you, Angel, that no other man has ever done to you. That no other man ever will.” His lips parted as he stared at me. My nipples tightened under the heat of his gaze. “You’re my wife, Angel, and as such you’ll be subject to my interests.”

“W-what if I don’t like it?” My question came out as a shaky whisper.

Gaven’s gaze darted back to my face, and he gently pressed my hands up as he leaned over me, caging me against the bed. “I won’t hurt you, love,” he said, his words a promise. “Not in any way that you won’t want. But Iamgoing to dominate you. I’m going to spread your legs and feast on your pretty pussy like I did earlier. I’m going to devour you, suck you down, force you to bend to my will, and when you’re more comfortable, I’m going to take you to some clubs.”

A haze descended over me. “Clubs?”

Gaven chuckled, and with how close he was, the sound reverberated through my body. My thighs tightened, my pussy pulsing at the low noise. I bit down on my lower lip to keep myself from moaning and arching up. I wanted—no, needed—his touch. I craved it. All that had happened. I’d done this—I’d given in and married him. Didn’t I at least deserve some of that pleasure he’d shown me before?

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