Page 103 of Broken Vows
It is easy to forget the cruelties of the world when the very reason you exist is breathing life back into your lungs.
I’m sure I will get over it eventually, but my forgiveness will have nothing to do with the five hundred million Andrik isrefusing to let me return, and everything to do with the woman who made decades of abuse disappear with a single glance.
As our eyes lock again now, the magic that spell-bounded me fourteen years ago hits me again. Andrik did try to warn me. He told me again and again how dangerous my plans with Emerson were. I didn’t listen. I thought I could dodge the federation’s rules as he had most of his life. I had no clue how fucking stupid I was being.
My stubbornness is the reason Andrik was forced to take matters into his own hands.
I am to blame for losing Emerson from my life for ten years, not my brother.
Actually, no. It was neither of our faults. It was the cruelness of a world too corrupt for young love to survive.
As Emerson reaches the altar, I take her hand in mine. The warmth and softness of her skin tell me what I need to do. After holding my finger up, requesting Father Loroza wait before commencing our vows, I twist to face Andrik.
He looks humble when I gesture for him to join us on the altar as Wynne has on Emerson’s side. It isn’t a look I thought he could pull off.
When Emerson’s cheeks turn a red hue in support of my attempt at reconciliation with my brother, I flare my nostrils, eager to capture the scent of her heated skin.
Confusion bombards me. A unique scent is bounding out of Emerson’s mouth. It wasn’t there when we fooled around in the limousine, but before I can query about it, Father Loroza requests for me to read my vows.
With my eyes locked on Emerson instead of the card Father Loroza is trying to hand me, I say, “I, Mikhail, take you, Emerson, as my lawfully wedded wife. I promise to support you, honor you, and stand by your side through all the challenges lifemay bring. I vow to respect you and to fulfill the commitments we have made to each other today until death do us part.”
Emerson’s smile is radiant, lighting up my life as she returns my vow. “I, Emerson, take you, Mikhail, as my lawfully wedded husband. I promise to support you, honor you, and stand by your side through all the challenges life may bring. I vow to respect you and to fulfill the commitments we have made to each other today until death do us part.”
Memories flash through my head at the speed of a bolt of lightning when mischievousness darts through her eyes at the end of her vow. The priest, however, moves the ceremony forward like we didn’t black out his calendar for the entire day. “These rings are a symbol of marriage, a tangible reminder of the promises you’ve made today.”
Father Loroza hands us the rings that will weave together with the rings we’ve not removed once in the past twelve months before he requests we place them onto each other’s fingers.
I go first, grateful that we’re finally here, ready to start our lives together as husband and wife.
As Emerson does the same, I look into her eyes and see my future—a future filled with love, happiness, and endless possibilities. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with her, to cherish and protect her, and to build a life together filled with joy, love, and countless orgasms.
Father Loroza’s voice breaking through the wicked thoughts in my head keeps my cock half-mast. “In the sight of God and the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife.” His narrowed gaze is unexpected when he turns his eyes to me and says, “You may kiss your bride.”
Emerson leans in first, her eyes brimming with lust. In this moment, everything feels perfect. I am the luckiest man in the world, and the scent that wafts out of my wife’s mouth whenshe opens it in preparation for my kiss makes my assumptions undeniable.
Her mouth, tongue, and lips are coated in peanut butter.
There’s enough greasy residue to kill me.
Doesn’t mean I will back away, though.
My wife wants me at her mercy, she wants me on my fucking knees, and her wish is my every command.
Air hisses from Emerson’s mouth when I band my arm around her waist and tug her in close. Her nipples scratch my chest as my erect cock digs into her already drenched panties. I can smell how aroused she is, and how hopeful she is that I will make true on the threat I delivered the last time she denied me at this exact location.
Emerson trembles—voluntarily this time—when I press my lips to the shell of her ear and say, “Are you sure this is what you want? I will never deny you, but your momma may never look me in the eye again when I show Father Loroza, on this very fucking altar, that a mouth isn’t the only place a man can kisshiswife.”
From the spark that lights up her eyes, I get my answer, but she adds words to the mix. “You didn’t think we really hired the church for the entire day for a ten-minute ceremony, did you, Coal?”
When lust burns through her body, making her cheeks glow, I step back, ready to empty the church with an arrogant wave of my arm.
Shock rains down on me for the umpteenth time over the past twelve months when I find nothing but empty pew after empty pew. Not even Father Loroza is in attendance anymore.
It is just me and the woman I would go to the end of the earth for.
Emerson lazily falls to her knees, deliberately enticing me, before she removes an EpiPen from her bra and stores it on herright for safekeeping. “What do you say, Coal? Shall I make you burn again?”
By the time we leave the church, I make true on my threat not once but twice.