Page 46 of Hook

The Tesoro mafia is out for blood after my darling fiancée called her father. I had hoped to avoid war with the Tesoro family, but it’s inevitable now. When I told Gwendolyne last night we were marrying today, I was bluffing, and yet here we are.

I enjoyed punishing her, though. She’s such a naughty girl who loves getting spanked, which I know will be fun incorporating into our sex life. Approaching her, my heart races as I take her hand in mine.

She tries to pull away, her skin cool and clammy.

“Cillian, don’t do this, please,” she murmurs.

I clench my jaw as she looks at me with fear in her eyes, but I can also see the determination that lies beneath. There’s no way we’re getting through this without a fight.

“It’s already done, princess.” I pull Gwendolyne into the church, my grip on her hand tightening with every step I take.

We walk the aisle where members of The Rogues are gathered, all of whom have guns trained at my pretty little fiancee, to ensure she doesn’t try anything stupid. None of the guns are loaded, but I want her to believe she’s in danger. “Remember, one false move and my men sink a bullet into your perfect skin.” I’d rather claw my own eyes out with my hook that harm her.

She shudders at my warning, and I notice tears roll down her cheeks. “You’re a monster,” she mutters, her voice low and full of fear.

I don’t acknowledge her assessment. Once we get to the altar, I face her and feel a pang of guilt in my chest at the tear stains on her cheeks. Her eyes dart around as if searching for an escape or someway to stop this wedding. There is no stopping it.

The priest we paid stands before us, looking a little nervous as he glances between me and my reluctant bride. “Shall we begin?” he asks.

I nod. “Yeah, and make it snappy.”

He nods. “Of course.”

The priest begins his chanting, but all I can focus on my princesses’s beautiful face. She’s a fucking angel, and I’m the devil. It’s clear we’re perfect for each other. Her light is a fiercly bright as the sun while my darkness is as dark as the deepest ocean on earth. I can’t wait to corrupt and infect her, turn her into my queen.

Soon enough it’s time for me to say “I do”. I take Gwendolyne’s hands in mine and squeeze, gazing deeply into those fear-filled eyes and whisper those two little words that seal our fates together; “I do”.

Her lips purse together, and I wonder if she’s going to refuse to say them in return. If she does, it doesn’t matter.

The priest turns to her and asks her, “Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold until death do you part.”

Her nostrils flare and eyes flash with irritation. “No, but apparently it doesn’t matter what I say.”

I smirk at her. “Of course it doesn’t.”

The priest looks a little uneasy as he nods. “By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

“With pleasure,” I say, wrapping an arm around her waist and yanking her against me. “You’re mine now, Gwendolyne... Or should I say, Mrs. Hook?”

Her eyes narrow to slits. “I’ll never be yours.”

I smirk and press my lips to hers, kissing her passionately. My tongue delving into her mouth as I dominate her entirely, making her melt for me despite the tension racking her muscles. And once I break away from her breathless, I murmur in her ear, “I can’t wait to claim that pretty virgin cunt tonight.”

She stiffens, and I’m certain the priest hears me as he clears his throat, looking shocked by my dirty language.

“Sorry, Father, I’m no saint.” I wink at him, which only makes his embarrassment deepen. “Now, time to get to the after party.”I walk Gwendolyne toward the exit of the church.

“After party?” Gwen asks.

“Of course, I couldn’t marry you and not celebrate, could I?”

Her jaw works in frustration. “There’s nothing to celebrate.”

“Our marriage is definitely something to celebrate, as it means tonight I get to fuck your eager cunt for the first time.” I press my nose against her neck and inhale. “I have been wanting to fuck you since the day I saw you at your engagement party to another man,” I say.

“Well I haven’t. I can’t think of anything worse.”

I grab the back of her neck forcefully as we step out of the church and onto the steps. “Such a liar. I can practically smell your arousal from thinking about it, princess.”

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