“My God, Kateri.” He lustfully looked her up and down. “You are a sight.”
He moved uncomfortably close and whispered,” I can’t wait to make you my wife so that I can have every single inch of you.”
Donna took a half step backward and smiled up at him. His golden hair fell perfectly to one side of his handsome face. He was tall and fit in his custom tuxedo, and his golden eyes glimmered like gold. Had he not been a sadistic, manipulating, cunning piece of shit, Bobby Lee would’ve been totally fuckable.
“Thank you, Bobby Lee. Clara dressed me well.”
She lowered her eyes modestly and clutched her borrowed necklace. He seemed, or at least she thought he seemed the type to find shy and weak irresistibly attractive.
“Clara could only make an attempt to enhance what was already near perfection.”
Donna laughed softly and raised a brow at him. “Nearly?” she inquired, faking timidity. “Why nearly?”
“Tattoos,” he responded dryly.
Donna blinked up at him. She was surprised because when he’d called himself baptizing her, he’d seemed a bit enthralled by her tattoos.
“I see,” she replied softly.
He leaned closer and whispered in her ear. “There’s one missing.”
“One missing?”
“The one of your husband’s name, branded on your perfectly round ass. I will have that remedied as soon as you say, ‘I do.’”
Wasn’t he a fucking charmer? Well, actually, he was.
Donna chuckled out loud at the conversation going on in her head. Bobby Lee was on a roll. He’d dropped his holy man façade and allowed his inner letch to come out and play. As a matter of fact, their prophet wasn’t the only letch in the room. Looking around, she noticed extremely uncomfortable women, paired with men who couldn’t seem to keep their hands to themselves. It was as if they’d been assigned, or appointed, to a particular man. None of which could’ve attracted a woman as beautiful as the ones they were groping.
When Bobby Lee placed his hand on her upper arm and squeezed, Donna wondered if she’d been assigned to him.
“How are you enjoying the gala?” she asked in an attempt to make small talk and change the conversation from his name on her ass.
“I am enjoying it as much as I can. I am a very possessive man, Kateri. Every time their eyes roam your body, I get infuriated.”
“Well, a lot of us are to be your wives.”
He shook his head as if he was truly disturbed. “What we’re doing is necessary,” he said through a sigh. “We are all soldiers of God, my love, and soldiers go to war. In order to fight a war, we have to use weapons.” He placed his other hand on her other arm and looked deep into her eyes. “You, my dear, along with the rest of my flock, are the weapons we must use in this war.”
His voice softened. “It kills me inside.”
He released her as a waiter, well one of the male members serving as a waiter, passed with a tray of champagne. After grabbing two glasses, he turned and handed one to her. Donna had never been so excited about a drink in her life.
He placed his finger to his lips. “Don’t tell Clara,” he whispered with a wink.
Donna smiled and happily took the glass. He didn’t know it, but it was definitely not going to be her last alcoholic beverage of the evening.
He watched intently as she brought the glass to her lips.
“Though, I have to admit that it wasn’t until I saw you tonight that I decided I couldn’t let anyone have you, and I simply cannot wait until we’re married. I have to have you. And, I have to have you tonight.”
What?
“What? But the Bible says—”
“Kateri, listen to me.” He reached up and caressed her face. “In the Bible, marriage wasn’t about the ceremony. One just took a wife. So, I’ll simply take you as my wife. I have been given the authority by God to bless a marital union. That’s what I’ll do tonight. Tonight, I make you my wife. And tonight, we will consummate our union ineveryway.”
Bobby Lee smiled as if granting her greatest wish. As if marrying him would be the pinnacle of her entire existence.
