Page 150 of Poison Vows

Angel freezes when she recognizes his voice, which bothers me all over again.

The fuck?

Someone needs a final warning.

“What did you think of my wife’s moans just now, cousin?”

Angel’s eyes flash to me with panic as soon as I drop that question.

From the corner of my eye, I see Vaughn stiffen, his attitude turning even colder with a murderous aura that I don’t even care about.

If the jerk can do something, I’d like to witness it.

“Emmett—” Angel starts, but I quickly press a kiss against her lips to silence her—and to enjoy her gasp.

“My dearest cousin wanted you, baby,” I say calmly, but I’m anything but. “Actually, he has always lusted after what’s mine all his pathetic life, so it stands to reason he had plans for you, but unfortunately, that was never going to happen. No one can have you but me. He will never have anything that’s mine.”

She gasps, a tremble going through her body and into mine.

I lean in closer to her, until my lips are against hers. “You know you’ve always been mine.”

Angel once again grows still, looking at me with shock. I kiss her again. After I’m satisfied, I finally turn to look at Vaughn.

“Are you here for a show, little Vaughn?” I taunt, but he knows as well as I do that this is no longer a mocking, back-and-forth kind of banter.

This is the climax of the end.

“He’s waiting for you,” Vaughn repeats, his words strained.

“I’m with my wife right now. He can wait.” I look at Angel, stroking her ass with my hand slowly, loving the way she shiverswhile I continue talking to this jerk. “Now, be a good little boy and run along.”

“What?” he grits out.

“Being an avid voyeur of my successes and triumphs your entire pathetic existence has made you more than a fan, so how did you like this latest show, cousin?” I mock, stroking Angel’s jaw slowly, then her bottom lip that’s begging to be bit and kissed again. “Because I have to tell you, cousin, I enjoyed the hell out of the show you prepared for me.”

The atmosphere has completely shifted.

Vaughn knows that I know the part he played in what happened to me.

He’s aware there’s no going back now.

While he has always taken the so-called rivalry between us seriously, I never cared.

But now, things are completely different, as evidenced by his now battered face, not forgetting of course the fractured ribs I gifted him before I married this beautiful girl.

“You planned very extensively tonight,” Vaughn says angrily.

“Not really. You’ve just always been a shitty, shortsighted schemer, is all,” I say softly. “Now, if you don’t mind… fuck off. I’ll deal with you later.”

My wife’s brown eyes are full of questions.

I saw Vaughn enter when Angel made her demand, but I know Vaughn was listening to our little reality and emotional adjustment from earlier.

I wanted him to.

“Oh, and tell your father, or whoever that man is to you, to wait for me,” I tell him. “I don’t want to miss your father-son bonding.”

I hold his gaze, silently hoping he acts.

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