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“It’s about the wedding.”
Not at all what I expected her to say. Marrying her is all I want but even I realize she might need some time to recover. I’m proactive before she even asks. “We can postpone. Whatever you need, I’ll give you.”
Colby
Ibelieve he truly will.
Lucian’s genuine concern, etched on his incredible face, rallies me while I worry.
An easy out, I could keep waiting and waiting until I craft an escape route to keep from ever marrying him. Two days ago I would have jumped at the chance.
Things have changed.
He has.
I have.
We both have.
I realize now I’ve fallen in love with him and don’t want to be without him.
“No postponement. I want you to be my husband at his funeral. We’ll get married right away and show the world that we’re a united front. You run my family and its business now.”
Pure joy floods my body as his dazzling smile lights up his face.
“I’ll have the priest here within an hour.”
Despite the sorrow I should feel, yet don’t, I laugh at his eagerness. “An hour might be a little quick. How about tonight? At our house?”
“Ourhouse, Hurricane.”
The way he emphasizes the word in his dominant tone makes me shiver. “Yes.”
With my whisper, his hands are in my hair, tugging hard enough to make me yelp and my head fall back. He takes advantage of my parted lips and dives in, kissing me with more force than I ever dreamed possible.
Absolute feral masculinity takes over as he plunges deep, moaning and grunting as if he can’t get enough of me. Apparently, he can’t as he slides his hands under my ass and lifts me up to wrap my legs around his waist.
“I can’t wait. I’m fucking you now.”
Wrong.
So utterly and completely wrong.
I’ve just lost my dad.
My mom is grieving alone.
We’re in this open room where someone can walk in at any time.
And, none of that matters.
All I want is him too.
I don’t care about my cruel father or neglectful mother or what anyone else thinks.
I only want to please this man whom I realize now gives me everything I could ever want or need.
He walks us to the wall and as soon as my back hits the plaster, I lift my skirt while he unbuttons his pants. Unable to wait for me to adjust to him, he shoves my panties to the side and slams into me, making me shriek in painful pleasure from the impalement.
