Prologue
Karessa
I have burntorange and blue items hand-picked and carefully placed so neither color is overwhelming. The wedding space is perfectly decorated to compliment being on a beach at sunset. Oran Hale, big and brooding, is standing and waiting to walk to the altar wearing the tux and embellishment combo I picked out. His dark hair is combed out of his face, his deep gray eyes survey the room, and his face has the perfect amount of beard to make him look roguish yet sexy. Perfect.
Except when the music starts and he grabs the bride’s hand to walk with her to begin the wedding, I’m still standing in the background watching as my heart breaks. He was never mine, but part of me felt it’d happen one day. He’s so reclusive our paths never crossed until I was tasked to plan his wedding.
The atmosphere shifts and I instantly know why. My betrothed’s scent announces him before he speaks. Jagger Hanlon. At the same time I found out about Oran’s nuptials, I was informed that I as well was promised to another. My dad lost my hand in a fucking poker match. When I balked, my dad cut me out of everything leaving me broke and virtually homeless unless I surrendered myself to Jagger. He’s been glib ever since. It’s like the thought of me being at his mercy turns him on.
“Chin up, LeClaire. I’ll make you cum so much you’ll forget about my best friend eventually.” My breath hitches when he grabs my waist and nuzzles my neck. He’s already made it clear that one of my duties as Mrs. Hanlon will be to sexually please him.
“How did you find me?”
I’m inside in the gallery, I’m watching the wedding unfold outside through the window in the dark room. I can see everyone but they cannot see me. My nipples bead and heat shoots through my body when he bites my neck. He traces the spot with the tip of his tongue to soothe it. My head falls back on his shoulder. I don’twantto want him, but he’s damn hard to resist.
“Easy. I asked myself where a pretty girl would go to cry.” He rubs his hands over my hips. I suppress a shudder. “You in this dress makes my dick hard.”
His words shouldn’t turn me on but they do. “Not now.”
He grabs my neck and tilts my head back until I’m looking him in his whiskey eyes. “Don’t fucking tell me when I can do things. I told you I wanted my sample.” He lets my neck go and I look down as Ainslee joins hands with Oran at the altar.Fuck. It’s really happening.I shut my eyes with a whimper. The tip of Jagger's tongue traces a line of the nape of my neck. “Don’t ruin this for us. I have a life to save and you need me,” he reminds me. His hand snakes up my thigh and underneath my dress. “Fuck. I have so many plans for your body.”
I gasp at the electric feeling of his hand sliding over my naked clit. “Jagger…” I don’t know why I said his name. I’ll just make it worse for myself.
“Mmm. Get used to doing that. You’re already so wet for me.” He won’t let my heart break in peace. He pushes my thighs apart with his leg and shoves his fingers inside of me. I shudder from the sensation. “Watch him marry her. They’ll fuck tonight…” his fingers work inside of me teasing and stroking me in ways guaranteed to make me cry out. “But so will we.”
My body is on the edge of giving him what he came for; it breaks when the officiant tells Oran he can kiss his bride. Jagger holds me close while I shudder and his hard dick presses against me.
“Tonight. Bring me my sample,” he demands as he rubs his dick on my ass. “I might bite your ass first.” He removes his hand and turns me to face him. He slides his wet fingers in my mouth and pulls me flush to him by gripping my ass with his other hand. He kisses me hard, tasting me off my lips. When he retreats, his grin is wicked. “You’re going to be so much fun. Possibly the best gift the old man has ever given me.”
“But your love...” I protest.
“There’s nothing I can do about her.” He lets me go and disappears just as fast as he appeared. His words still linger like the faint hint of his cologne.
Tonight.
Chapter One
Jagger
Pussy.It’s not on my mind twenty-four hours a day but it’s pretty fucking essential. I didn’t ask to get married to a fellow Founder’s kid but Karessa isn’t a terrible fate. I don’t love her, though. I love Layla but she’ll die if I don’t marry Karessa. Damn my dad and his relationship with the Bishops. They’re pissing me off. I know I’m not about to run up on Andres but my girlfriend and best friend’s lives being threatened in the same month feels pretty fucking personal.
I blend into the crowd. I’m sure Oran didn’t notice my disappearance since he was having a battle of wills with Ainslee. She’s so getting fucked today. Dirty. People think Oran is some quiet yet grumpy teddy bear but that fucker is sick. Good luck to Ainslee. Speaking of my best friend’s new headache. That little asshole looked good today. At least she’s giving Oran easy access. It’s funny. A small part of me thought or maybe feared we’d end up together. It’s fucking funny now. I’d still hit it. I’d ball that little sicko up and show her some new things.
Anyway, now that she’s married to Oran, I’ll get the details. I avoid conversation with most of the people because I’m not fucking interested. Once I find my place at the table I realize I’m sitting with all the LeClaire girls. I check out Esme’s low-cut dress that gives me glimpses of everything I’ll be seeing on her sister tonight.Nice.I’d fuck her. Then, I glance over at the youngest, sweet little Imala with her hair pulled back and those glasses on. I’d make her my naughty librarian. She notices me first and our eyes lock. I give her an unbothered smile despite being very bothered by my current situation, but they won’t see me sweat. She drops eye contact first and I catch a hint of a blush.Oh, sweet Imala, you have no idea.
I wedge myself between them and get a good squeeze.This is nice.
“Hello, ladies. This will be fun; I’ve always wanted sisters.”
Imala smiles and takes my comment at face value, but that little spitfire of a middle sister gives me the eye equivalent of afuck youthen sips her drink. She knows what’s up. Karessa appears all prim and proper as if I wasn’t playing with her sweet pussy moments prior. She’s so getting fucked tonight as well. I can’t wait to mess up her properness. She’s gonna be so wild after she meets my dick.
After I give her a look warning her not to fuck with me, I pull her to me. I know those fucks are watching me. I look into her green eyes and allow my dirty thoughts to be apparent. She drops her gaze but I grab her chin to force her to look me in the eyes.
“Don’t be shy now. I’ll make you crave me.”
I let her go then take my seat at the table. I glare at the bitch Lina. She’s not Ainslee’s real friend and that wannabe isn’t one of us. She’s not worth my words. If I were Oran, she'd be banned from this event, but her fake ass is here as sort of a bridesmaid. If I weren’t off taking out my frustrations on Karessa, I can’t guarantee I wouldn’t have tripped the bitch when she walked down the aisle to take her place.Speaking of bitch ass. That weasel, Ainslee’s ex, is around here. I hope Oran beats Eli’s ass, better yet let’s take turns. I don’t like the little asshole but she could’ve done much better.
At least she was smart enough to weasel her way into marrying the best man on the fucking island, even if he’s gonna make her pussy hurt for her bullshit. Oran will not let it go. I grin like a Cheshire cat when they join us after dancing to that morbid ass bullshit siren song that Ainslee picked. Weirdo. The tension is bouncing off them and I want Oran to live up to his last name and give her hell on earth. I chuckle inwardly at my own joke. No really, this is bullshit and I’m about ready to leave. After I instigate though. Ainslee goes to the bathroom with that not cute funny built ass bitch and I don’t trust her for a second. Oran is great at reading people but he has other shit going on right now. After way too many fucking minutes, I decide to send the big dog.
