Page 155 of Poison Vows

But I don’t need to identify it, I know this girl like she’s a part of me.

I know every emotion in her eyes. I know every ache, crack, and scar she has.

It’s then that everything she’s just said echoes in me and my heart jumps in my chest.

A rush of calm falls over me as soon as I detect the rage concealed in Angel’s seemingly indifferent voice.

“Now, unhand me,” she says almost breathlessly. “What are you doing?”

“It’s our wedding night,” I point out, staring at her lips. “And I did say we’re going to be as traditional as possible.”

“W-what? Y-you can’t do this!” Angel screeches, her eyes wide with a mixture of emotions that I read clearly.

She’s anxious, afraid, panicked… but also interested, curious, and turned on.

“On the contrary,wife,I can do whatever I want with you.” I snake my arm around her waist and hoist her closer to me.

I push her thighs apart with my knee and then pull down up until she’s straddling my thigh and our faces are so close together that our breath intermingle.

“Tell me you’ve never thought of this,” I mutter, nibbling against the nape of her soft, slender neck, my entire soul being lured in by the scent that’s entirely her own.

“Emmett…”

“Tell me you’ve never thought of how hot you and I would be together.”

Angel freezes in my embrace, like a piece of wood in the dead of winter.

“I don’t know… ohh!”

I bite down on a particularly sensitive spot and she comes alive in my arms.

“Liar,” I whisper against the shell of her ear. “I know you’ve dreamed of this.”

A powerful shiver powers through her body. I can even feel goosebumps against the skin of her arms.

“Emmett—”

“Contrary to how we grew up together, it seems you and I are not quite acquainted with what lying means,” I mutter, pulling back to stare at Angel’s fucking stunning face.

Her lips are slightly parted, her eyes wide. I can see the million thoughts she’s processing.

“If you’re cooking up a rebellious lie right now, don’t bother. I’m not interested in hearing your self-deception when it comes to your body’s needs and wants. I know them all and tonight, I’m fulfilling each and every one of them.”

I watch my wife carefully, making sure she’s with me every step.

“Lying is breaking the rules, baby.”

“I didn’t break your rules.”

“Our rules!” I counter. “This is our marriage. Our contract. Our rules because we took our vows!”

She gasps.

Unable to resist her, I caress the side of her face, loving the way she’s so tender, so delicate, so fucking mine, but so rebellious in her anger at me that she dared to have Vaughn touch her.

“Our vows?” she whispers.

“You’re mine, Angel.”

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