Page 51 of Sweet Surrender
I was way curvier than her, I knew that. She’d managed to squeezeher stunning figure into the tightest black mini-dress known to man, and looked fantastic in it, helped by the five-inch stilettos she was wearing to flaunt her long, toned legs.
Meanwhile, I was wearing a long red dress which was a little on thesnug side, especially around my hips, ass, and belly. No wonder she thought I was already beginning to show a baby bump.
Nash chuckled from beside me, pissing me off more than I alreadywas. As the asshole opened his mouth to set the record straight, that I wascategoricallynotpregnant, I cut him off, unable to hold my tongue any longer.
“Actually, he blackmailed me into marrying him. I didn’t have achoice, not if I wanted death on my conscience.”
Nash’s hand squeezed around mine as his body tensed, and the fakesmile Marie was wearing dropped as she looked from me to Nash, her beady eyes narrowing in curiosity.
Nash cleared his throat, still squeezing my hand almost to the point ofpain. A warning if ever there was one. “I confess, I did blackmail her,” he said, shocking me with his admittance of his crime. He dropped my hand before wrapping his arm around my waist to pull me closer to him. “I told her she had to marry me because if I didn’t make her my wife straight away, I wouldn’t be able to survive another day.”
He paused and turned to face me, cupping my chin, and staring downat me with nothing but love in his eyes. “I told her that if she said no, my heart would break into a million pieces and would never repair. I told her that I was addicted to everything about her. The way she smiles, the way she smells, the way she tastes. And I told her that if she said yes, and made me the happiest man alive, I would spend the rest of my days worshiping at her feet.”
His voice was soft,adoring,and the more he spoke, the more myheart raced from the sudden charge of electricity around us. I knew he was lying, he hadneveruttered those words to me, butI couldn’t stop my head from spinning, wondering if what he’djustsaid was how hereallyfelt about me.
“Oh, Nash. That’s so romantic,” Marie purred, her eyes filled withlust for him.
“What can I say? My wife brings out the softie in me,” he replied, allhint of emotion now missing from his tone. “If you’ll excuse us, there’s something we need to do.”
Without waiting for her reply, Nash grabbed my hand and marchedme across the room, making it damn hard to keep up in my newChristian Louboutinheels I was wearing.
Ignoring everyone who was trying to catch his attention, Nash keptleading me to the other side of the room, and when we reached a door, he pulled out a key card and swiped it through the card reader.
He pushed the door open and pulled me into a deserted corridor.As soon as the door closed, Nash shoved me against the wall and grabbed my hands.He pinned them above my head with one of his hands, the other he used to hold my chin, and as he held his firm body against mine, his hard cock pressed against my belly.
I didn’t know if I was horrified or turned on.
“I suppose you think you’re funny?” he hissed, his face an inch frommine. His addictive scent hit my nose, making my heart race faster than it already was.
“What, by telling the truth?” I replied, raising a brow, and trying to holdmy nerves. The champagne was giving me confidence that ordinarily, I wouldn’t feel around this man.
“Do you know who she was?” Taking my silence as a no, when he should have taken it as‘I don’t give a shit’, he continued. “That was MarieGordan, she writes forEntertainment Weekly,and she isn’t afraid to take the slightest bit of dirt and turn it into a fucking landslide.”
His tone was full of venom, not toward me though. It was obviousnow we were away from her that Nash hated the woman.
“Perhaps you should have thought about that before blackmailing me,darling husband,” I replied, giving him a saccharine smile.
He glared at me for a few seconds, his silvery eyes darkening beforehis lips curled into a devilish smile, sending a tremble through my body.
Without warning, he dropped my hands and spun me around,pushing my chest into the wall, and pinning me again with his body. I braced my hands against the wall to try and push away, but he was a solid mass behind me.
“I had a feeling you were going to misbehave today,” Nash whisperedin my ear, his tone full of wicked promise, and his hands gripping my waist. “Lucky for you, I have means ofmakingyou behave.”
“I’m not a dog, Nash,” I snapped, ignoring the way my core wasbeginning to pulse from his words, and the way his hard length pressed against my ass. Even with the hate I felt for this man swimming in my veins, he still managed to pull a visceral reaction from me.
Damn him.
He nipped my earlobe. “Sweet Savannah, I assure you, you arenotadog. But you are mine to do with as I please, remember that part of the deal?”
I swallowed nervously, all too aware of the deal I’d agreed to.
Nash chuckled, his broad chest brushing against my back. “Ofcourse, you can always defy me. I’m sure Liam wouldn’t mind a broken leg or two.”
My body froze, and my eyes closed as an image of Liam screamingin pain, and unable to walk flashed into my mind, reminding me that I had no choice but to do as I was told.
Nash had turned me into his puppet on a string, and I was powerlessto do anything but go along with his commands.
“Thought so,” he murmured.“Now, be a good girl and spread yourlegs, sweetheart. Let me show youexactlyhow I plan to make you behave.”
