“I’m going to make it my mission to find every way to make my wife wet. Every. Single. One.”
I swallow a lump that’s formed in my throat as I try to control the absolute chaos of my emotions. What little good it does me. I wasn’t trained for this.
His free hand snakes to my back, and I feel my bodice come loose.
“When I’m done with you, Ivy, I’ll be all you ever think about. Day and night. Winter, summer, and all the seasons in between. You will want me. No matter how far I am from you, your body will sing in memory of the sins I’ve committed against it. You will never know peace, and it will make you hate me.”
His mouth crashes against mine, plundering my very soul from my body. It steals my sanity and every ounce of good sense left in my once logical brain. And as it continues, with his tongue gliding along mine and his hands growing tight and possessive, I start to lose myself.
I forget who I am. Who he is. And what this all means.
And Great Widow help me, I moan.
His mouth smiles against mine and he chuckles as he pulls the bodice of my dress down to my waist, exposing my unclaimed breasts.
Every part of me feels alive and completely scandalized, and as much as I want to resist any form of desire for him, I find myself wanting more.
Pulling off my mouth, he whispers, “You’re so goddamn beautiful. Every part. And I’m going to enjoy defiling you.” His hand closes around my breast as he kisses a trail from my mouth, down my neck, to my puckered nipple.
Digging my fingers into his hair, I throw my head back against the elevator wall and arch, shoving my breasts in his face. Which is a surprise, because I would never act so crass.
He pulls away, and the elevator starts to move again.
Stunned, I look at him, wide eyed and expectant.
His eyes scan me, crown to toe, and back up again.
“Take off your dress,” he demands.
“But—”
“Take it off!”
I reach behind me to yank the rest of the buttons open, and let the wedding dress fall to the floor, leaving me in just my shoes, because he’d already claimed my panties in my bridal suite.
“I truly could not have found a prettier wife had I scoured every corner of the earth.”
I should be pleased at his compliment, yet his words bring me no comfort. This man isn’t who I thought he would be. He’s barbaric, crude, and has no regard for my propriety. Rich men aren’t supposed to treat their wives like whores.
The elevator doors part, and I see the open air. A helicopter waits in the distance with the rotor spinning.
A man in all black walks towards us, and I realize I’m naked, but as I go to cover myself, Mateo snaps, “Don’t.”
I’m torn between my modesty and obeying my new husband. Thinking back to my training, I know I must do as I’m told, even if it means utter humiliation.
Without looking at me, the man tells Mateo, “Everything is ready, boss.”
“Good.” Without warning, Mateo turns, dips, and once again, throws me over his shoulder.
Great Widow, give me strength.
SIX
Mateo
I won’t just breakmy wife.
I’ll shatter her.
