Page 11 of Poisonous Kiss
“What the fuck, Ezra? This is my wedding dress.”
“It’s still a dress, but now it’ll be easier for you to get into the car. It’s not like it would have made it through the night anyway.” I make sure to wink at the end of that sentence so she can prepare for the festivities that will be following later. I stand up and continue cutting at the dress since I’ve already started.
“Why are there so many fucking layers?”
“So it poofs out? I’m already poofy, so this helps hide it.”
Did she just call herself poofy?
“You’re not fucking poofy, you’re beautiful. I won’t have you talking shit about yourself when it’s not true. Now get in the fucking car.”
She screws up her face and says, “Get in the fucking car” in a mocking tone back at me.
My girl wants to be a little sassy, does she?
“Want to be sassy? Sassy girls get spanked.”
She stops and stares ahead. That’s what I thought.
We get through dinnerand then it’s time for our first dance. We only need to make it through a few more of these before I take her back to my place.
“You ready for our first dance?”
She nods her head yes, and I walk with her out to the makeshift dance floor. I pull her close and nod to one of my father’s employees. This may be an expensive wedding, but we’re also a Mafia family. There’s no way we’re letting some random DJ play a playlist that I can throw on my phone.
All of a sudden “I Did Something Bad” by Taylor Swift starts playing through the speakers. Imayhave changed my mind about the first dance song after she slipped a plastic-wrapped substance into my mouth. I haven’t figured out exactly what it is yet, but either way, my girl has been anything but holy. It may be some foreshadowing about what the bedroom activities will be later too.
“My girl did something bad, didn’t you, River?” I lean down and whisper into her ear.
She looks up at me with big doe eyes, and she knows she’s been caught.
“I don’t know what you slipped me, but I will find out. Walk into the bathroom and take your panties off. Then come back and put them in my pocket.”
“Wha—”
I tsk at her. “Oh baby, don’t make this a big deal. Do as I say, and you will be rewarded. If you don’t, I’ll punish you right here for everyone to see.”
She audibly gulps and pulls away. I can tell she’s contemplating her options as the song comes to an end. I raise an eyebrow, and she turns around and scurries to the bathroom.
Briar
Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. I really like the word fuck. It just always seems to fit what’s going on. Well, I’m freaking the fuck out and I don’t know what the fuck I’ve done and am I fucking hyperventilating and…
“Breathe,” I tell myself.
I take a deep breath and grip the edge of the sink. I stare down for a moment before looking up into the mirror. My lipstick is patchy, probably from eating, and my once beautiful waves in my hair are looking flat and frizzy. I need to send a prayer that he swallowed the package I tongue-passed him, and he just happens to know that he swallowedsomething. He should start dying here shortly, I think? How long does rat poison take to killa human? It’s a little too late for semantics now, I just have to hope that I can survive his intensity in that time. I just have to take off my panties? And put them in his pocket?
I hike my now-mini skirt up and pull down my panties. I pull them off each ankle and bundle them in a ball in my fist. I smooth my skirt and strut back out of the bathroom and up to Ezra. I stop in front of him and stomp my foot.
“Yes?” he purrs while looking down at me. I’m so glad this makes him happy.
I give him a close-mouthed smile and shove my hand into his pocket.
“Whoa,” he announces and throws his hands up. “Little anticipatory, are we?”
If I could shoot bullets with my eyes, he’d be dead.
“Can we go home now?”
