Page 3 of Poisonous Kiss
I say nothing as I swipe onRuby Woo MAClipstick and prepare myself.
I smack my plump red lips and give myself some mental affirmations.
I turn around, walk out of the room, and make my way down the stairs. I meet eyes with the man in the foyer, and it’s like déjà vu. I’ve seen this face, but this man has a little more gray in his brown-black hair. A few more wrinkles on his forehead. Tattoos peeking out from under his rolled sleeves and up the collar of his shirt. More tanned skin, like he spends more time outside or near a good window. Bulky rings on his fingers. Fourteen years older than someone else I’ve gotten to know very well…
“Oh fuck.”
CHAPTER 2
Ezra
Oh fuck?Those are the first words that come out of my future wife’s mouth. No hello? Hi?
“Well hello to you too,” I say to her.
She’s staring at me from her spot halfway down the stairs. She looks delicious in her black dress which accentuates her waist just right. This girl has curves in all the right places.
She glares at me as I catch myself eye fucking her. I can’t wait to get a taste.
She comes the rest of the way down the stairs and stands just far enough away that I would have to take a step forward to touch her.
“Sorry for my daughter’s language. She can be quite a handful,” her father says.
I ignore him and place my hand out for her to shake. “I’m Ezra.”
She doesn’t even look down to acknowledge my outstretched hand but instead chooses to continue to glare at me.
“Oh, we’re going to have so much fun, River.”
“My name isn’t River,” she seethes.
I smirk and turn to her father. “Are we still good for next week?”
“Next week! What do you mean next week?”
She looks back and forth before her father gives her a knowing look. “I have to marry this motherfucker next week?” she asks.
I turn and step forward to grab her jaw and force her to look up at me. She tries to pull away, but I just tighten my grip to hold her where I want her.
“I am not one to fuck anyone’s mother, but I can say that I do look forward to fucking you.”
I push my front against hers so she can feel my cock tenting my pants and give her a quick wink. She pushes me away, and I drop my hand to allow her.
“If I’m going to marryhim,” she snarls. “I at least want a say in something.”
“No…” her father starts, but I hold my hand up to stop him.
I watch her for a moment and can see the metaphoric wheels turning in her head. She’s thinking about something in-depth.
“If my wife wants a say in her wedding, then I believe that’s the least we can do,” I say as I tilt my head to continue to watch her. “What would you like a say in?”
“The flowers, the colors, and my dress.”
“Deal.”
Briar
Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. This is the man I’m supposed to marry? I knew I recognized him because he looks just like his brother. The brother whose fingerprint is currently sitting on a piece of transfer tape in my room. I’m supposed to use this family to get away from my own, and now the second most powerful man in the city is standing in front of me looking like he wants to eat me.
