It should make her complicit, at least. Instead, she looks at me as though I’m the one in the wrong. And maybe I am, but I do know that I don’t have one ounce of regret. I can’t wait for the full wedding experience because that’s what the last eighty—nine minutes now—have come down to.
I want her. And I’m going to have her.
No need for it to interfere with the rest of my plans.
I plan on fucking her so well that she won’t be able to resist me for the duration of our marriage.
“Has the cat got your tongue?” she taunts when I don’t immediately answer.
“You ought to hope not. You’d miss it too much.”
She gives an arctic twist of her lips and drops her sunglasses back in place. With a sigh, she raises both hands over her head.
At least I know I’m not suffering alone. During our weddinginterval,she’d almost pulled my hair from the roots once she realized I wasn’t going to finish her off. She called me sadistic and huffed when I said it was just unfinished business. Then she’d muttered something that sounded like I was lucky she didn’t finish me off.
Not the same connotations.
Lavender sighs theatrically and reaches back to curl over the top of the sun lounger. Then she arches her back like the pretty little cock tease she is.
My cock feels teased plenty. Point in fact, once the ceremony was over and the documents signed, I’d hustled everyone out of the door. Everyone but Lachlan, who’d insisted on a few words. We’d stepped into the home office, and he stopped short of asking me why the prenup needed to be changed in such a hurry, why it had jumped from one million to over five. Not that an idiot couldn’t guess what we’d been up to in the villa. I guess the fact that I can’t keep my eyes off her also doesn’t help.
By the time I’d gotten back to Lavender, she’d stripped off her cover-up and was sunning herself on a lounger. I’d stood in the shady interior of the lounge and remembered the breathless, eager sounds she’d made as I’d swiped my fingers through her arousal. That husky moan as I pinched her slippery clit. That I hadn’t gotten her off was the whole point. I was just repaying herin kind as my fingers slipped from between her legs. I’d brought them to her lips and painted her arousal there. She’d turned in my arms, so angry, but that hadn’t stopped me from kissing the fuck out of her.
“I say when.”Her agreement feathered across my lips.
“Fine by me.”
“And I say where.”
“We both know you would’ve let me fuck you over the bar.”
She’d rolled her eyes as though to signify exactly what she thought about that.
“I’ll sleep in your bed for the duration of our agreement.”
“Marriage,”I’d amended.
“But sex is a one-time deal.”
“One night,”I amended. One fuck wasn’t going to be enough.
“Fine, but that’s it. Consummation over. I’ll sleep in your bed, but you can’t be an arsehole about it.”
I’d frowned, not sure what she meant.
“You can’t…”Something flickered on her face, but it was gone before I could make sense of it.“Pressure me. Say stuff that you think might make me give in.”
Who the fuck has she been sleeping with? More to the point, where do I find them to cut off their balls?
“Fine.”But it’s far from fine.
“And you can’t keep upcasting the money. Making me feel bad about it.”
“Lavender,”I half growled, “who the fuck do you think I am?”
“I wish I knew,”she murmured, then shook herself. “After that, sleep together is all we’ll do.”She’d lifted her chin imperiously.
“Your choice, princess.”
