Page 95 of Malicious Wedding

“Okay, you may fuck me now.” I lean forward, halfway to kissing him. “Husband.”

He releases an animal snarl before burying my mouth with his. All my hidden wants, all my pent-up desires, they come flooding out the moment our lips meet, and I can’t stop the whimper that rips its way up my throat. His kiss is perfection, his taste is too much, and I’ve been wanting this for weeks now. Having him this near, feeling him like this again, it’s like finding my way back home.

His hands explore me, his mouth moves to my neck, and soon my clothes are in a pile on the floor. I lie back on the couch as he kisses me, sucking my nipples, spreading my legs, teasing my pussy, devouring me. I come twice before he even takes off his pants. I’m sweating by the time he’s deep between my legs. I scream his name, call him my husband, and come like the world’s going to end. He’s a dream between my legs, he’s the heaven in my veins, and when I collapse onto my old bed in my strange fake room with his arms wrapped around my body, none of the weirdness matters.

There’s only Carson. My husband.

“I hoped you’d come back,” he whispers, breathing my hair. “But I was prepared if you never did.”

“What would you have done?”

“Watched you. Kept you safe. Respected your wishes, even if it killed me every day.”

“You’re insane.”

“I’m aware.” He cups my chin and kisses me. “And you like it.”

“Yes, I do.” I hold him tightly, squeezing. “Carson?”

“Yes wife?”

“Can you do something for me?”

“Anything.”

“Please change this room back to the way it was before. It wasmuchnicer.”

He laughs, which makes me laugh, and soon we’re tumbling into each other again.

Chapter42

Carson

Two Months Later

Jan Minda kneelson the floor of my office, his head downcast, his hands folded in his lap. He looks old, sunken, his head balding, the bags under his eyes thick and heavy.

Behind him, his daughter Joanna sits in a chair looking frightened, her pregnant belly framed by both her hands.

“Do you know why you’re still alive?” I ask, staring down at the former Polish boss.

He shakes his head. “I watched you burn my family down around me, Carson Crowley. I watched you murder my soldiers, my lieutenants, my captains. Friends, brothers, cousins. I watch you raze my world, my life, everything I love, and I asked myself a thousand times when it would be my turn. Now I’m here, and I don’t know why.”

I smile slightly at the pain in his voice.

Fucker deserves it.

“You are alive only because my wife’s brother asked me to spare your life.” My eyes flit to Joanna. She looks surprised and one of her hands comes up to her mouth. “Do you know who my wife’s brother is?”

“Your friend, Iain Locke. The man that got my daughter pregnant.” He bows his head. “The reason this all started.”

“I understand why you did what you did, Jan Minda. You felt you were protecting the honor of your family. However, you overstepped when you decided to murder Iain’s entire line, including his sister. If you had come to me like a man, discussed things—”

“I went to your father.” His voice is hard and quiet. I sit back in surprise. Dad hadn’t told me about that. Anger flickers in my chest. The old idiot had a chance to avoid all this bloodshed and he didn’t take it? “He told me there was nothing he could do. He laughed in my face. It was an insult that I could not abide.”

I clench my jaw. “My father should have handled that better.”

“In this, we agree.” He raises his chin, meeting my gaze. “Where do we go from here?”

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