Page 28 of Wicked Oath
“My cousin, Liam. He and Owen are like best friends. I know once Owen takes over after my father, Liam will probably become his second in command.”
So just like how Patrick and my father were. I wonder if Owen will screw over Liam as Patrick did to my father. Probably not, since they’re family, and the Donovans run deep in their loyalty to family.
As the party progresses, we greet more guests and shake hands. I spot Owen watching Olivia and me with a hard expression on his face.
I excuse myself from Olivia’s side and approach Owen. “Shall we let bygones be bygones,” I say in lieu of a greeting.
“No,” Owen says flatly. “I still don’t like you, James, nor do I trust you. You’ve already corrupted my sister. What are you going to do next?”
I cross my arms. “You know, you’re really obsessed with your sister’s innocence. Is there anything I should know about?”
Owen snorts. “You’re a jackass, James. I’ve seen you at the rings, flirting with women, acting like a playboy. Don’t hurt my sister. If you do, I won’t hesitate to kill you.”
“And I won’t hesitate to kill you first.” I clap Owen on the back. “Let’s at least enjoy the wedding. You wouldn’t want to ruin this for Olivia, now, would you?” I wink as Owen jerks his body away from me. “Don’t threaten me again, Owen. You won’t like the outcome.”
I walk back to Olivia and pull her into my arms as we dance.
“I can’t stop thinking of you bare under your dress,” I murmur.
“You’ll just have to wait until tonight to see me naked again.”
I shrug. “Or I could pull you out into the hall and fuck you like you want.”
She gasps as her body melts into mine. “James, I’m a good girl. It’s my wedding day. I’m not going to get into trouble with my dad if you can’t control your urges.”
I just smile. “Fine. I’ll wait. But just think of how good it’ll feel tonight when I’m fucking you.”
She extracts herself from my arms and walks off, giving me a smile over her shoulder. Smart girl. Get away from me while you still can.
The rest of the night goes smoothly. Unfortunately, though, I’m unable to pull Olivia aside and fuck her good. What a shame.
So when it’s time for us to head off for our wedding night, I’m bursting at the seams to get her alone. The crowd cheers as we walk off, with many of the men whistling and catcalling. Olivia’s face is beet red as we rush upstairs to where we’re staying for the night.
I slam the door behind us and spin Olivia around, so her back is against the door. The room is a fancy suite with a living room area with plush couches and a bedroom with a king-size bed. I can't wait to fuck her on that bed.
But right now, I’m content kissing her against the door.
She sighs into my mouth as her hands scramble at my shoulders. I run my hands down her body until I grip the back of her thighs and hoist her up around my waist.
“James,” she says, giggling as I walk us to the bed. I lay her down and step back, taking a moment to look at her. “What are you doing?”
“Taking you in. Soon, you’ll be naked, and I won’t get the chance to see you in your dress again.”
She sits up and reaches around to unzip the back of her dress, letting the top of her gown fall around her waist and giving me a good look at her breasts. “I’m tired of waiting, James. I want you.”
I growl. “How can I refuse?” I lean down and capture her lips in a kiss as I lay her back down. My hands grip her breasts, kneading them and playing with her nipples. She sighs, relaxing into the mattress.
I kiss down her neck and chest, giving special attention to her breasts as I pull her dress the rest of the way off her. I push her knees up and open them wide, deciding not to waste another minute to taste her again.
Olivia cries out as I begin licking up and down her pussy. Fuck, she’s delicious. I growl against her skin as my tongue plays with her clit. Her wetness seeps out of her and coats my chin. I lick her so slowly that she throws her head back, her hair becoming a mess as she tosses and turns.
My tongue probes her entrance. I can tell she likes it as her hips rise up fast. Then I push my tongue into her, fucking her gently.
Olivia’s legs close around my head, and I have to pry them open as I continue to fuck her with my tongue. She’s going to come on my tongue soon. I’m going to make sure of it.
I pick up my pace and lick her harder as I grip her thighs. The cries escaping her make my cock so fucking hard it’s tough even to think.
With one final lick over her folds, it’s enough to send Olivia's orgasm crashing down hard. Her body tenses before she relaxes and melts into the bed.
