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I huff out a response, my tone matching his. “You don’t say.” I wiggle my body. “This all seemed like the behavior of a super lawful person.”
His thighs flex around mine. “Might want to stop your wiggling.”
My mouth opens to reply, when I notice it.It.A thick shaft hardening against my ass.
Is he seriously getting turned on?
Without thought, my hips shift.
Is his dick really that big?
King turns his face, his head still pressed against mine, but his lips so close to my cheek that they brush against my skin with each word. “I won’t force myself inside of you, Savannah Baby. But I am dying to come all over those pretty tits, so don’t fucking tempt me.”
Oh holy hell.
My pussy clenches at the image his words conjure.
A throat clears. “So…you ready?” N is back, with yet another big surly man at his side.
“I’m ready,” King growls, and I swear I feel him harden further.
I let my eyes close as N starts to recite words that I recognize from movies, but that I was starting to believe would never be said to me.
The recital of wedding vows that I’d basically given up on.
Just pretend it isn’t real.
Keeping my eyes shut I focus on my breathing. And I try not to think about how warm King is pressed up against me. How I’m not shivering anymore.
Raw, traitorous heat pools between my thighs. Making me feel even worse.
It’s just sweat. I tell myself. It’s not the feeling of a man’s arms around me. It has nothing to do with the aroused body part pressing into me. It certainly isn’t related to the words said against my skin.
N’s words suddenly sound louder. “Do you, King Bartholomew Vass, agree to take Savannah Jane Oates, as your reluctant wife? In sickness and in health? In rich and richer times. Do you promise to be a faithful captor, for as long as you both shall live?”
“I do.” King’s words surround me.
“And do you, Savannah Jane Oates, take King Bartholomew Vass, to be your lawfully wedded husband? Do you promise to be cooperative and faithful? To be the best wife you can be? To not slit King’s throat while he sleeps?”
I let my eyes open, to glare at the man smirking from across the room.
When I don’t answer, King tightens his whole-body hold on me.
“Fine.”
“Savannah,” King chastises me quietly.
I grit my teeth, then give in.It’s just words.“I do.”
“Great!” N beams. “Then I, Nero, best friend of the lucky groom, pronounce you husband and wife.” He spreads his hands out. “You may kiss the bride.”
My eyes widen.
He wouldn’t…
King twists, and I’m suddenly on my back, his body crushing me into the cushions.
“Don’t you da––”