Page 42 of Dark Breaker

Her scowl deepens and she grits her jaw. I’m expecting her to say no. Daring her to do so with my eyes.

But she must see that dare, because the defiance glaring from her eyes only intensifies.

“Oh, I really do,” she says sweetly, though her eyes shine with hate.

I’m going to so love breaking her.

The priest seems uncomfortable. He’s definitely sensing something in the air between us, but he presses on.

“Having thus heard that it is your intention to be married, I now ask you to declare your marriage vows,” the priest continues. “Please face each other and hold hands.”

I grab Rosa’s hands and squeeze quite hard.

She clenches her teeth and squeezes back almost as good as I’m giving, but not quite. It makes my cock throb all the harder. I relax my hold somewhat, but she continues to mash her fingers against mine. I shrug. She wants to have sore wrist tendons for the rest of the day, that’s her choice.

Finally she relents and I can’t help but smirk. She’s staring at me with eyes that are blacker than ever. If there were flowers nearby, they’d wither under that gaze. Thankfully, I’m not a flower.

“Groom, please repeat after me.”

I repeat the priest’s words, doing my best to put a sarcastic spin on every word. Behind me, I can hear my brother doing his best to hold back laughter. When he snorts loudly, Rosa shoots a glare in his direction.

When it comes time for Rosa to declare her vows, she doesn’t add any sarcasm to her words. Instead, she only spits them, like each word is some kind of venom. Like she hates every moment of this.

I suddenly feel kind of bad for reciting my vows so sarcastically. I guess I should take this more seriously. She’s obviously hating this and I’m only making it worse for her. She’s only doing this to make her family happy, I know that.

I resolve to be more of a gentleman. I know, something that’s hard for me. There’s really no need to further antagonize my wife. At least not yet. I can save that for tonight.

“Groom, place the ring on Rosa’s finger and repeat after me….”

I place the ring nonchalantly on her finger and don’t look at her as I recite the words. I don’t need to see that glower from her again. It’ll just make me smirk or something. She probably hates the ring I picked out for her anyway.

She slides my own wedding ring onto my finger shortly thereafter, and once again I don’t look at her. She’s still speaking the words roughly, but I think there’s less venom in them. Just a little less.

The priest blabs on a bit more after that. I’m only barely listening, my cock coming to life again in my pants as I visualize what’s coming.

“And now,” the priest finally says. “By the power vested in me by God, I declare you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Ah, the moment I’ve been waiting for.

I turn toward Rosa. She’s still gazing at me defiantly. I lean forward and mash my lips against hers. Then I ram my tongue down her throat.

Ha, take that, little she-devil!

She bites down, hard. I taste copper.

Fuck!

I can’t pull back, can’t move my tongue at all. I can’t smack her either, not with everyone watching. I’m frozen, completely at her mercy. And she knows it—her eyes shine victoriously.

She finally lets go and I glare at her as I pull away. She grins for the first time today. It doesn’t reach her eyes.

My cock has deflated by then. I look at the gathered throng and force a smile myself.

I’ll get her back for that. Oh I will.

I force myself to smile through the well-wishes as the guests file out of the church. I grunt in reply to any comments, and smile as friends and associates pat me on the back. My tongue throbs painfully the whole time.

The wedding pictures follow. The photographer asks me a question, but I ignore it. I jack a finger toward Rosa, indicating that she’ll be the one answering because I don’t give a fuck. Plus it hurts too much to talk.