Page 90 of Vows In Corruption

“Whatever I need.”

The way his eyes go dark, tells me everything that I need to know. This man will stop at nothing. I have a feeling that if he needed to, he would kill to get the answers he wants. The man got married to get hold of his family’s company for crying out loud. I’m sure getting blood on his custom made suits wouldn’t deter him.

Knowing that the man I married could possibly kill someone to get something he wanted should be terrifying. It should be reason enough to tell him to turn this plane around and to stay as far away from me as possible.

Instead, my heart opens for him a little more, because if I was in his position, I would do the same. In a way, I have.

I intertwine my fingers with his and decide not to run.

“And whatever you decide to do, if you need someone at your side, I’ll be there.”

His eyes fill with wonder as he squeezes my hand. “I appreciate that. I hope that you know that the same goes for you. If you ever are in a situation where you would stop at nothing, I will be there for you.”

I smile and try to make a joke. “Even after our two years are up?”

With all the seriousness in the world, he answers. “Even after our two years are up.”

Hearing those words, and seeing how serious he is, makes my heart swell. Bennett Lane is going to be a part of my life after all of this is over and I couldn’t be happier.

I don’t know why, but I get the sudden urge to kiss the man. Not only because he opened up to me but because he made a promise that not a lot of people in my life have given me.

After about ten seconds of trying to talk myself out of doing it, I say fuck it and lean in and place a small kiss against Bennett’s lips. This may be fake, but there is something happening between us and I will be damn if I keep myself from kissing my husband. For the next two years, my lips belong to him and only him.

“What was that for?” He asks, giving me a small grin as I pull away.

“For opening up to me, and because I wanted to.”

His smile grows even bigger, before he leans in and gives me a kiss of his own.

When he pulls away, his smile is still there. “About your other questions. The whole how are we going to act. What do you say to just acting like this. Having fun and doing things because we wanted to. There’s no need to put on a show, just us getting to know each other a bit more and seeing where the next two years can take us.”

I nod, and brining my body closer to his. “I’d like that.”

“Good. Now let’s give you the best honeymoon, Mrs. Lane.”

Mrs. Lane.

I’ve been called that since the wedding once or twice but it feels different coming from Bennett.

And I freaking love it.

Come time for our divorce, my heart is going to be shattered. I just now it.

23

BENNETT

I’m going to be honest.

When it came to this honeymoon, I expected one thing to come of it. Ella landing in my bed and my cock sliding into her warm pussy.

That’s where my mind was at when I mentioned the honeymoon and where it was when on the drive back home and I was booking the trip for the next morning. A tropical get away where it was just the two of us, a bed and someone that would bring us food when needed.

That was my expectation before my phone rang. The second I answered that call, my mind went into a different direction. A whole more distant direction. As soon as I was done talking to Dante, the call and that damn number was all I was able to think about. I was in my own head for the rest of the night and well through the morning. For nearly all the plane ride, I hide behind my screens, pretending to be working when in reality I was trying to do my own digging.

Not once did I think that my distance would affect Ella.

She didn’t say that it did, but I can see it in her eyes and body language. She was afraid that I regretted out little body exploration. She probably had it in her mind that I was just using her and didn’t give two shits about how she felt, which was far from the truth.

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