Page 178 of Poison Vows

Her huge brown eyes look up at me, glowing with defiance and rage, none of the shit she showed fucking Vaughn!

“What?”

“You heard me! Who the fuck am I to you, Ivy?”

Without meaning for it to happen, my chest heaving up and down so fast, the stupid new heart might give out at this rate, I crowd her in.

“I know your mind sometimes works to deceive you and keep you from thinking clearly sometimes, so allow me to fucking remind you.” I step even closer, wrap an arm around her softwaist, and pull her flush against me. If I could fuse her to me, I would.

“I’m not your fucking brother that you can lie to whenever it suits you! I’m not a fucking friend that you can play with. I’m your husband! You are MY wife! Your focus should be on me! Your eyes should be on me! Your smile, your laughs, your every sigh, your moans, your pleasure, your pain is all mine, Ivy, is that understood?”

Yes, I’m an asshole and it’s horrible that I’m claiming her like this, but this is the truth.

I feel her shudder in my arms at the same time that I hear her silent gasp of shock.

Suddenly, it starts snowing. The first snow of the season.

The snowflakes fall into her hair, but she’s never looked more beautiful than she does in this moment, it’s a sight enough to freeze over time.

With her wide expressive eyes fixed on me, her lips slightly parted, just waiting for?—

I swoop down and steal a bruising, salacious kiss from my wife. Everything in me holds and then starts working well again just from this.

Before I know it, my hand is at the back of her neck and she’s purring in my arms like a warm, fuzzy cat, kissing me back.

Her scent has been wafting in the ballroom all evening and now that she’s in my arms, her unique scent is the actual drug here.

My dick stirs and hardens. Before I can stop myself, I thrust against her lower stomach. Alarms go off in the back of my head.

I need to step away.

The situation is all wrong.

I’m not one to give in to carnality or even anger, especially not in front of people that have put a target on my back.

I should be focused, watching, preparing for what’s to come, but instead, here I am, losing my damn mind all because I’m kissing my wife.

I pull back and glare at her. “What are you doing to me?”

“I’m not the one who disappears and appears whenever he wants!” She glares right back.

“Are you mad at me?”

“For what?” she snaps. “You walked out on me that night, and now you’re reminding me that I’m your wife? Boy, please!”

“Youaremy wife,” I bite back. “And I’m not opposed to reminding you of this irrefutable fact.”

“As if I can forget,” she says haughtily. She’s pissed at me, all right.

I haven’t been doing a good job at showing my wife how I feel for her, but at the same time she should know better than to just flirt with my fucking cousin!

“And don’t you ever forget it,” I press. “It’s my name you carry.”

“Yeah, for now,” she seethes. “Nothing can last forever.”

Wait, what?

I immediately pull back to see the look on her face clearly.

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