My father goes pale. “Are you threatening me, Vale?”
“Protecting what’s mine,” he counters easily. “Don’t cross me.”
William sways a little.
My mother hurries over, and she reaches for her husband’s hand, wrapping her beautifully manicured fingernails around his wrist like a delicate shackle.
Dorian leans in, voice cold steel. “Just so we’re clear, be careful with how you speak to my wife, Judge. I have zero tolerance for disrespect. You’ve had your one and only warning. Understand?”
My father goes from white to ashen.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Then, smoothly, as if he hasn’t just threatened a powerful sitting judge, Dorian smiles at me. “Time for dinner, darling. Our guests are, indeed, waiting.”
With that, he leads me away.
My heart is still beating erratically from the confrontation.
“You did well. I’m proud of you.”
His words shouldn’t matter.
So why do they?
He strokes my wrist, his touch lingering on my pulse point. “Though I wouldn’t mind finishing what we started earlier. Since we’ve already been accused of it, should I take you back to that room and fuck you hard?”
CHAPTER FIVE
Isla
“What do you say?” Dorian asks.
As he led me away from my father, I relished the sight of his mouth moving as if he was a fish out of water.
I’d have loved it if Marcella had captured that image.
Silently Brennan falls in step next to us.
“I would like hours to explore you,” Dorian goes on without pausing, “but we could start with a quickie and take it from there. Hold me over until we get to our wedding night in a few hours.”
His shocking words scandalize me.
But they probably shouldn’t shock me.
I don’t know Dorian well—don’t know him at all, actually—but saying what he thinks doesn’t seem to be a problem for him.
“And I could give you another orgasm. We are married after all. Everything I have belongs to you as well. So it’s fitting that I allow you to come.”
“Allow?”
“Indeed. You’ll learn that your orgasms belong to me, little one.”
My knees weaken.
No man has ever dared speak to me this way.
Truthfully not many have had a chance to get that close to me. My parents controlled my dating life until I recently moved out and into my own small apartment. I wasn’t permitted to spend time with anyone who wasn’t approved by them, and I always had to be home by ten o’clock.
As soon as I was legally able to sign a lease, I fled.