Page 179 of Poison Vows

“Are you counting down to the second I drop dead, Angel?” I ask softly, pulling her closer so I can run my fingers along the crook of her neck.

She swallows and looks at me hesitantly, clearly aware that the moment has crossed over from dangerous to lethal with just one question.

“Yes,” she answers defiantly, her jaw set. “You might have forced me into this. And I might’ve given my entire life and will to you, but I won’t let you destroy me.”

What?

“Lucky for me, your fucking black heart will kill you faster than I will remain yours.”

“Ivy—”

“Yeah, that’s right! I know your heart transplant doesn’t have a hundred percent success rate and you know what, I’m betting my whole life on that slim chance that you will croak and die!”

A red-hot daze descends over my vision before I can control it.

Her words are more than a deep cut, they are poison without an antidote, just like she is.

I knew that despite what everyone else thinks of her, my wife is nothing like a weak, damsel in distress.

Ivy Marie Easton is as cunning as she is beautiful, cutting in places you never thought possible.

Unfortunately for her, I also know where to strike.

“Did you think you’d escape me that easily, Angel?” I whisper. “Maybe you didn’t read our contract clearly.”

She falls silent, a questioning look in her eyes.

“You obviously missed a few things.”

With one hand, I rip her dress from the slit to her hip and without pausing, I quickly dip my fingers past and find that she isn’t wearing any panties. I hiss, finding her drenched and ready.

“Emmett…” she gasps when I wrap my other hand around her neck and slowly start to squeeze in time with sinking two fingers in her soaked sex.

“Oh…” she moans.

“You know, Ivy, I’m going to die, you’re right.” I thrust two fingers in her and squeeze around her neck as I whisper against her hair. “In fact, I might drop dead right this second or the next or next week. We both don’t know when it’ll happen but we’re both sure it will happen.”

She holds my gaze with dilated eyes, moaning and squirming, as if she’s unable to take it anymore.

“What you should know, however, is that even if I die, you’ll still belong to me!”

“W-what?”

Her voice comes out like a trembling mess, because now, I’m thrusting with reckless abandon, hitting her sweet spot repeatedly, over and over again. Her body tenses and quickens, ready to orgasm, so I stop.

“Emmett!” she snaps, frustrated. I only smile and start again, slowly, and she’s glaring at me.

When she throws her head back, eyes rolling to the back of her head, I know then that she’s ready to go off again, so I pull my fingers out and she screams in frustration, punching my chest.

“I hate you!”

“You hate me?”

“I fucking hate you, Emmett! I hate you!”

“Liar!”

I pick her up and head to the huge tree in the middle of the courtyard, then I have her in my arms, interlocking her feet at the small of my back after I unbuckle her shoes.

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