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I try to say dare. But I only get to the part where my mouth opens on theabefore his lips slam against mine.
My eyes widen, then slip closed as sparks short-circuit my brain.
His lips are warm. Firm, but soft. And mine react, matching his movements out of instinct.
I forget that I hate him.
For just one second, I forget that I’m here against my will.
I fall into the feeling of his weight on top of me, melting as his tongue sweeps across mine.
I moan when one of his hands slides up my spine to cup the back of my head.
I let myself forget.
For that one moment.
Then I remembereverything.
And I close my teeth around his bottom lip.
King pauses, but doesn’t pull away, so I bite down harder.
I know I shouldn’t worry about hurting him. This man literally just forced me to marry him. But the thought of drawing blood and getting it in my mouth is more than I’m willing to do. Even if I had the gusto to bite his damn lip off––cue internal gag––it’s not like he’d just let me go.
The hand behind my head flexes, lightly tugging on my hair and I take it as my cue to release him.
When he lifts his face from mine, I expect to see him looking down at me with smug satisfaction. Gloating over what he accomplished. But the expression on his face… It’s something else altogether.
It’s hunger.
And I’m disgusted to have the same feeling deep in my core.
“Welp!” The man apparently named Nero, not just N, claps his hands together. “Is there a reception lunch or something? I’m famished.”
King unwraps himself from around me, to stand.
I certainly don’t miss the press of his body against mine. And I absolutely don’t look at the oversized bulge in the front of his pants.
“Don’t be a dick,” King says to Nero, as he straightens his clothes.
“That’s Preacher Dick.” Nero grins.
They seem almost playful toward one another, and I remember Nero’s comment about him being King’s best friend and wonder if that’s true. And wonder what it means that King’s best friend would be someone so scary.
I use the moment when no one’s attention is on me to push up into a sitting position, only to find that third man staring at me.
I’d forgotten all about him.The witness.
I’m wearing a bunch of oversized, borrowed clothes, but the way the man is looking at me crawls under my skin.
King’s large body moves between me and the man.
“When the certificate is ready for you to sign, I’ll have someone bring it out to you.” King tells him, sounding calm. “But if you ever look at my wife like that again, I’ll remove your eyeballs from your skull.” He pauses. “Understand?”
The noise of my blood rushing through my veins drowns out whatever response the other man gives.
He’s crazy.