Page 26 of Wicked Oath
CHAPTER7
James
As Olivia walks down the aisle toward me, with each step she takes, it’s one step closer to getting my revenge on Patrick Donovan. He’s all smiles as he walks next to Olivia, but he won’t even know what hit him once I’ve torn down his operation and taken power over the greater Boston area for myself.
I’ll even have my beautiful bride at my side.
Things can't get better than this.
Olivia blushes once she takes my hand, and I help her onto the dais. Even after everything we’ve done together, she still manages to blush.
Having sex with her before marriage was not part of my plan, but she made me feel so crazed that I couldn’t resist her a minute longer. And once she becomes my wife, I’ll be able to fuck her every day of our lives if we want.
While I’m focused on gaining power, I truly like Olivia. Her innocence is infectious and knowing I’m the one to corrupt her makes me feel even more powerful.
Once the priest starts the ceremony, I only half listen as I look down at her.
She’s beautiful in her gown, made out of lace. The off-the-shoulder sleeves give just enough sex appeal while still being conservative for a church. The dress frames her body deliciously, and I can’t wait for our wedding night when I’ll get another piece of her.
Since Owen found out about us having sex, she’s been kept from me until, but now …
Nothing will ever keep me from her again. Even her douchebag of a brother.
My eyes flit over to Owen in the front pew next to his parents. Not surprisingly, he’s frowning, so hard, in fact, that I think a permanent line will form between his eyebrows. If he’s not careful, he’ll age himself with all that stress.
Does it also bring me joy to know I’m torturing Owen with this? Yes.
Another win.
Once the priest asks us to say our vows, I’m ready. “I do,” I say as I look deeply into Olivia’s eyes. The smile that breaks across her face lets me know that the first step of my plan is already complete.
Olivia’s completely infatuated. Who else would give up their prized virginity after knowing me for just a few days? Having her by my side will make it easier to bring down her family’s power and take it for my own.
She doesn’t hesitate to say, “I do.”
And just like that—she’s mine.
I squeeze her hand as I lean down and kiss her. The gentlest of kisses, I’m reserving the rest for when we’re alone later in our wedding bed.
Olivia kisses me back in kind, a little eager in her movements. I have to steady her, and a few people in the crowd chuckle.
They cheer as Olivia and I make our way down the aisle, and I can’t help but give Owen a wink of victory as I pass him, making his scowl deepen.
Olivia and I head for the car parked in front of the church that will take us to the reception hall. Some people whistle as I help her into the car, and the salacious grin that covers my face makes the men in our company holler.
“It’s a church,” I hear some woman say. “Be appropriate.”
Olivia grabs my hand the minute I get into the car with her. “We’re married. We’re actually married.”
“I know. It’s exciting,” I growl as I cup her face and kiss her hard. “To make up for that bland kiss in the church.”
She smiles. “Any kiss from you makes me happy.”
I really do have her wrapped around my finger. I feel like a fucking god.
“Then I’ll gladly give you more.” Our lips collide in a heady kiss. I lean Olivia back onto the seat as we continue to kiss. I rap the middle partition for the driver to close it and give us some privacy. “Were you hungry for me?” I pull her knee up, so it’s around my waist, and move my hand up her thigh to cup her pussy through her panties.
“James,” she sighs, closing her eyes.
