Page 59 of Endgame
The voice inside my head is too soft to be grating on my nerves. The voice is wrong.
“Come on. We have our wedding to go through.” Aurora, of all people, urges me to resume the ceremony. “He isn’t worth it.”
But she is.
Shut the fuck up.
Rearranging my features, I return to my bride. Her cheeks turn bright red the moment my attention fixes on her. Her blush spreads down her neck, her chest.
“This, putting him in his place, it wasn’t for your benefit,” I whisper, my lips at her ear. “Wipe that satisfied look off your face.”
“I know, you selfish prick,” she breathes out. The words aren’t audible to anyone but me. “You want to be a big fucking man. To be the only one to hurt me. I. Know.”
My dick jerks in my pants. I want to bend her over the altar and spank her raw. I would’ve taken my beautiful bride right here too. Made her bleed. Put a goddamn baby inside her.
A baby I’ll steal. A baby I’ll use against her.
Her pain will be mine, never theirs.
I wrap my hand around her waist. “I was going to go soft on you today?—”
“Liar.”
“—but since the spoiled princess has a filthy mouth, guess what? You’re going to get pounded.”
“Fuck you.” The scent of her arousal is sweet and venomous. Her desire is an aura enveloping us both.
I almost drown in it.
Almost.
Instead, I guide her to the altar.
“Dearly beloved,” the priest starts after clearing his throat.
When I step away, Aurora lets go of my arm. My fingers lace through her delicate ones. A romantic gesture that’s supposed to be fake.
And yet the thought of ever releasing her hand twists something in my chest. Except that’s impossible. I don’t love her.
I could never.
“Before we begin.” The priest starts.
What the fuck?
I shoot him my most intimidating glower for this bullshit he’s about to pull. I told him beforehand thatI want it short and to the point.
Before we beginwasn’t a part of the plan.
“I have to,” the idiot apologizes. I open my mouth to silence him. Ignoring my murderous glare, he rushes ahead. “If anyone has something to say, speak now or forever hold your peace.”
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“No one,” I deadpan.
“Me,” her dad shouts. In my periphery, I see the bastard rising to his feet. “Aurora was stolen from us.”
