Page 21 of Cruel Vows

This is the first and last time that we’ll ever be together.

From this day on, I just have to suffer through this marriage until he relaxes and starts to trust me.

The moment he does, I’m gone, even if it means turning my back on everyone I love.

6

SEAN

Even though Iknow I shouldn’t look at her while she’s getting dressed, I can’t help myself.

My cock aches behind the fly of my pants and all I want to do is kick Kara and Marco out of the room and take Ellie again. Properly this time.

I want to feel her writhing against my face as my tongue slides along her slick pussy, capturing every last drop of her arousal. My cock aches to be buried inside her again, throbbing as she milks me while she comes.

Instead of giving in to those desires, I turn to our witnesses. “Get the hell out. Go report back to my father and Aiden that it’s done.”

This is just an arranged marriage. Something mutually beneficial for both our families.

I don’t want her; it’s just been two months since I slept with anyone other than her.

Marco leers at Ellie, trying to get a look at her while she gets out of bed and pulls on her clothing. “Are you sure you don’t want to go another round with your bride? Back in the day we used to fuck until the women didn’t remember their own names.”

I grind my teeth, hands balling into fists.

Lunging at Marco isn’t worth it. He’s been by my father’s side longer than I’ve been alive. Dad would take his side over mine if it came down to a fight—at least in the privacy of the little cottage.

Nodding to the door, I try not to picture killing him and being done with it all. “Get out, Marco.”

Kara glares at Marco, waiting for him to get up before following him out the door. She slams it shut behind her, the sound of Marco’s complaints falling on deaf ears fading the farther they get from the cottage.

Ellie shimmies into her dress, pulling the hair from the back of her neck and turning to me. “Help?”

The last thing I want right now is to put my hands on her body, but I do, fumbling with the tiny buttons that run along the length of her spine. The sooner we get out of here, the sooner I can get away from her.

Ellie drops her hair the moment the last button is secured. “Now what?”

Her eyes are rimmed with red, but she isn’t crying. The hair around her face curls with sweat, a pink glow on her cheeks that remind me of the glow her ass would have if I left my handprint there.

Fuck, I need to get laid by someone other than her.

“We’re going to my house.” I turn and head for the door, yanking it open and waiting for her to follow. “Your things have already been brought there.”

“Alright.”

I glance over my shoulder at her, briefly wondering who the hell the woman behind me is.

She’s certainly not Ellie. Ellie would’ve given me hell for having her things moved without her approval. She certainlywouldn’t have allowed me to tell her that we were going to my house.

Right now, she’s not Ellie. She’s the version of Ellie that comes out to play when there’s mafia business to tend to. The woman who stays quiet and, in the background, letting the men do the talking.

The more time I spend around this version of Ellie, the less I like it.

Ellie follows me back down the path to the church where my car has already been pulled around in front. I pull open the passenger door, holding it open while she gathers the train of her skirt and her veil, bundling herself inside.

I shut the door, taking a moment to look over the top of the car.

This is going to be a nightmare.

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