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“You don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t want to have sex with you.” Her throat bobs as she swallows as if scared to ask her next question. “What if I say no? What if I scream and shout for you to stop?”

I move my lips to her ear and murmur. “The more you scream and shout for me to stop, the harder I’ll fuck you. I will fuck the fight right out of you if I have to, Gwendolyne, so best to be a good girl and open your legs for your husband. After all, you were pretty willing when you had my cock thrust down your throat, weren’t you?” I let my breath tease her against her skin. “Not only then, let’s not forget the two times I’ve made you come by feasting on you, and once with my fingers. Think how good it will be when I’m deep inside you.”

She shudders, a visible sign that the thought of it drives her wild with need. No matter how much she tries to deny her desire for me, it’s there and it’s not going anywhere. “You’re sick in the head if you think it’s okay to fuck someone when they tell you no.”

I smirk. “I never professed to be anything but sick in the head. It’s best to embrace it.”

“We’re ready to take you and your wife to the party, sir.” One of my men says, interrupting our conversation.

I clench my jaw and yank Gwendolyne over to the car. “Get in, princess.”

She gives me an irritated glare but slides into the back of the limousine. I follow and sit close to her, my hand firmly planted on her thigh.

“This limo has so much room, so can you give me space?” She asks, nostrils flaring.

I shake my head. “No. There’s no reason to give you space now that you’re my wife. I want to be close to you as often as possible.”

She tries to move away, but I keep her held down. I won’t allow her to escape. We commence the short journey back to our home in heated silence. Once we’re there, she gets out of the car and glances around at the hundreds of cars parked outside. “What did you do? Invite the entire City of San Diego?”

I smirk. “Not quite, as that would include your dad.”

Her eyes darken. “Yes, and my dad wasn’t invited to his own daughter’s wedding.”

“As if that would have worked. Your dad would have stopped it.” I grab her hand and pull her toward the house. “Now, no dilly dallying, we’ve got guests to greet.” I press my lips to her cheek as we get to the steps into the house. “Pretend to be happy.”

“This is literally the worst day of my life. There’s nothing for me to be happy about.”

I inhale her sweet scent, knowing that I’m already dangerously hooked on her. “Well, you better be a good actress.” I pull her up the steps and into our home, where the party is in full swing without us. The house is filled with people, laughing and talking loudly over the sound of jazz music coming from the speakers. My guests are dressed in their finest party attire, sipping champagne and enjoying delicious finger foods. There are servers circulating around with trays of hors d’oeuvres, as well as waiters carrying flutes of champagne.

“This is over the top,” Gwendolyne says, glaring at me. “Especially to celebrate a forced marriage.”

I yank her against my side and bite her earlobe in warning. “Don’t say that word again. Do you understand?”

“Which one?”

“You know which one.”

She tries to loosen my grip, but I hold firm. I won’t have her make a mockery of our marriage. The guests don’t notice our entrance at first, but after a minute or two one of the politicians who supports my organization comes to congratulate us.

“Cillian, congratulations on the sudden marriage. I didn’t realize you were engaged,” Carson says.

“No, it was sudden. A whirlwind romance.”

He arches a brow. “That’s not what I heard.” Carson’s attention moves to Gwen. “I hear you weren’t exactly thrilled by this match?”

Gwen is about to open her mouth when I pinch her backside hard, making her jump. “Not thrilled, no.”

I laugh. “Gwen doesn’t know what she’s talking about. She’s happy to be married to me.” My hand move back to the small of her back. “We must make the rounds. It was so good of you to come today.”

He nods his head. “Of course, enjoy.”

I guide Gwendolyne away, and once we’re out of earshot, I lean toward her ear. “What did I say?” I hiss.

She glares at me. “You said don’t mention the word forced, but I didn’t. He said he heard I wasn’t thrilled, and I wasn’t about to lie to his face.” I notice the way her nose wrinkles when she gets angry. “It’s pretty obvious everyone here knows the wedding is a farce.”

I squeeze her backside again. “And yet you react so well to my touch. I bet you’re soaking wet right now.”

“You wish,” she hisses, glaring at me.

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