Page 67 of Malicious Wedding

Ash watches in surprise. “What are you doing?”

I drag her into my lap. She yelps, trying to shimmy away. She’s wearing a black dress and I hike the skirt up over her hips, holding her down, not letting her get away.

“You think love is so important, but I promise you, my angel, obsession is better.” I kiss her gently.

“Thisis what you wanted to show me?” She struggles. “You just wanted to fuck me in the car?”

“Yes,” I say, sucking her neck, biting hard enough to make her gasp.

“You little—”

I silence her with my mouth. I kiss her hard, bite her tongue, suck her lip. She grunts as I grab her hair, pulling slightly, pinning her other arm behind her back. Her fingers dig into the headrest as her hips start to grind against my lap.

“Obsession means I’d fuck you senseless on that table back in the restaurant in front of a dozen strangers just to make you happy. Obsession means holding you down against this seat and making you come on my tongue.” I turn her, pushing her back so I’m on my knees in front of her. “Obsession means wanting to please you more than I need to be pleased, because your pleasure is my pleasure.” I kiss her legs, lick her inner thigh, bite it gently. When she tries to sit forward, I shove her back. “Obsession means wanting every inch of you, at all times, and never losing interest.”

She releases a low whimper. “That’s more than a little terrifying, you know. What happened to this being a business arrangement?”

“It was never about that for me,” I admit as I push her panties aside and tongue her lovely clit. I fuck her with my tongue, sliding it inside, before pulling back, my fingers teasing. She’s moaning, wriggling. “With you, it was always about more.”

“For how long?” she whispers, staring into my eyes.

And now she finally asks the right question.

I dive back between her legs. I lick her, sucking her clit hard, fucking her with my fingers, driving them knuckle-deep back in and out. She’s dripping wet and moaning, and fuck, I love her taste, love the way she works her hips against my mouth. I know I should answer her, but instead, I make her forget she ever asked.

“Oh, god,” she moans as she comes in the back seat of my limo. When I’m finished, I stuff my pussy-drenched fingers into her mouth and make her suck them clean.

“Good girl,” I murmur, kissing her slowly. “Now, Fitz is going to drop us back off at the apartment. Once we’re inside, I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to drag you into my room, tie you to the bedposts, and use your pussy until you can’t take it anymore. Do you want that, my wife?”

She shivers, nodding, her eyes closed. “Yes.”

“Very good girl.” I kiss her softly. “You are so much more than I ever dreamed.”

She trembles in my arms, and I know I’ve only bought myself a little time before she asks again.

Chapter30

Ash

That wordobsessionkeeps playing back through my head.

It should terrify me, but instead, I find myself glowing with the idea of Carson thinking about me all the time.

His attention is addictive.

It’s how he calls me angel, the way he watches me moves through a room, the way he gravitates toward me, can’t seem to keep his hands from my body, the way he’s always focused on what will make me feel better.

I don’t want to think about the concern in his mother’s eyes or all the very glaring red flags.

Because this feels good.

Early the next morning, sore in all the best ways, lying in his arms, I purposefully push away all the questions that have been swirling through my mind.

I know it’s stupid. I’m very aware that I’m probably sabotaging myself. But every passing day brings me closer to him, makes me want him that much more, and I feel myself tumbling down into a darkness I don’t know how to crawl out of.

A darkness I want to embrace.

He’s that stain, that blot, that beautiful beast. Devouring me. Obsessing over me. I’ve never met a man that could worship a woman like he worships me. It’s almost terrifying, and it’s definitely psycho, but it feels so good.

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