Page 97 of Unholy Obsession

And somehow, we’re here.

And somehow, this is real.

My pulse pounds as I push against his chest, just enough to make space. “Did you just do this because you hate liars? Because you freaked out in the moment and said I was your wife, so now you had to make it true? Like… for your ethics? To save your job?”

He frowns, and I realize I haven’t taken a breath in approximately forever. My lungs scream for air, but I can’t move. I can’t look away.

“No.” He steps forward, arms wrapping around me again, solid and warm. “I meant what I said last night. I love you. I lied to you when I said things were fine after our accidental photo-op at the Christmas gala. Things weren’t fine with the bishop. She made me choose. The priesthood or you. I chose you.”

Oh.

Oh, fuck.

So then why did we?—?

If he’d already basically lost his job. . .! Or is this just a way to keep both meandhis job? My head’s spinning too fast.

“You could have told me!” I finally explode.

“I just did.” His lips graze my ear. “No more secrets, wife. Now that you’re mine, I won’t keep anything back. One last thing, though; my father is Brad Blackwolf.”

I jerk back. “Brad Blackwolf. The?—”

“The richest man in the world,” he confirms, sighing like he wishes it weren’t true.

My brain does a full reboot.

I thought there was something familiar about that man lurking in the shadows the other night. It was fucking Brad Blackwolf! Also known as Mad Blackwolf because the man eats billionaires for breakfast and flosses with their bones.

And I just married his son.

I blink up at Bane. “Why the fuck didn’t you make me sign a prenup?!”

His eyes darken. “I gave up my inheritance when I became a priest.”

I exhale. “Oh, thank God.”

Bane throws his head back and laughs, then hauls me into his chest. “This. This is one of the many reasons you’re perfect.”

I narrow my eyes. “What?”

“It never even occurred to you to care about the money.”

I slap him on the shoulder for thinking I would ever care about that shit. “I’ve been poor before. It was fine. I mean, I’ve been miserable when I was rich and when I was poor.”

Bane cups my face, his gaze turning serious, almost fierce. “Not anymore. Not now that you’re with me.”

A small smile tugs at my lips. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

I stretch up on my tiptoes, letting my lips graze his ear. “Wow. I bet you weren’t lying about what an asshole you were growing up.” And then I bite his earlobe, hard.

There’s been a tightness in him all day, something coiled just beneath the surface, but it unravels in an instant as he melts into me, pinning me against the wall.

“Yes,” he growls, voice dark, rough, and brimming with promise.

I shove him toward the bed with a wicked grin, my voice all honey and steel. “Go lay on your back with a pillow under your hips.”

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