My perverted pet moans and shakes, and she starts to grind herself against my palm.
As suddenly as I began, I withdraw, leaving her on the edge of release.
She lets out a delightful sound that’s somewhere between an indignant shriek and a cry of loss.
I keep her locked in my cruel gaze as I lift her ruined panties to my face and inhale the scent of her arousal.
My cock is almost painfully hard, but we don’t have time for me to use her to slake my lust. If I’m going to be denied, so will she. We’ll both suffer through this wedding, but she’ll be desperate for me by the end of the night. Her submission is so much sweeter when she’s needy and begging for my merciful touch.
Her soft lips form a temptingOshape as she watches me shove the panties into my pocket. I’ll keep my trophy close, and we’ll both know what I’m thinking about every time I casually slip my hand into my pocket during the wedding.
I trace her lips with my tongue and claim one more kiss before I spin her around and deliver a sharp slap to her ass.
“Get ready, pet. You’ll get your reward later.”
Her indignant huff is entirely ruined by her flushed cheeks. My mocking laugh draws a light shiver from her, and I’m completely enamored with her responses to me.
We had our first disagreement, but I managed to soothe her without too much fuss. Abigail will wear the dress I bought for her, and we’ll never have the same argument about money again. She’ll let me take care of her, just as I’ve always wanted.
I’m a selfish bastard, and she still wants me.
I’m so savagely pleased at her submission to my will that I don’t stop to think how much I’ve surrendered to her in return.
25
ABIGAIL
Dread is a lead weight in my stomach as we drive through the familiar gates of Montgrove Plantation.
Why didn’t I think to ask Dane where the wedding would take place?
“What’s wrong?” He touches my chilled cheek, attuned to my shifting moods as always.
I turn pleading eyes on him but keep my voice low. I don’t want the driver to hear the tone of panic that I’m struggling to suppress.
“I didn’t realize that your friend is Meadows Coatesworth.”
I should’ve realized. It’s not exactly a common first name, and Charleston is a small place when it comes to local families.
Dane’s brows draw together. “Do you know him?”
Nausea tightens my gut, and I swallow hard against the burn at the back of my throat.
“Not well, but our families are in the same social circle. This isn’t the first time I’ve visited their plantation.”
My family’s own planation, Elysium, is just another hour’s drive down the coast. The beautiful, haunted, rotten place where I was raised is far too close for comfort. Years of distance haveallowed me to see how fucked-up it is that my family lives in a place where so much evil took place, even if they hide it under the guise of a proud history.
“Meadows was six years ahead of me at school. I knew of him, but I rarely spoke to him,” I continue. “But it’s fine. I’ll be fine.”
I try to summon up my sunny smile, but my lips barely twitch.
“You’re upset,” he observes, eyes dark with concern. “Why?”
“My family will probably be here,” I say, forcing the words through my constricted throat. “I haven’t seen them in a long time.”
The last time I spoke to my parents, it ended in a screaming match, and my father said he was cutting me out of his will. I told him that I didn’t care, and I never wanted to see him again.
My mother called every day for a month after that, begging and then scolding and then threatening to get me to come back into the fold. To spare the family the embarrassment of an estranged daughter.
