Page 34 of Outcast’s Vow

It raises the question... how long will it be until this controlled man finally snaps?

“Sylvie...”

He strides toward me, but I self-assuredly lift my finger to his lips before he can have me. His breath against my skin is boiling and messy and utterly unraveling.

And now I’m going to dial up the heat.

“Beg for me, husband.”

“I don’t beg.”

“Ask properly, husband.”

“I won’t be doing that.”

“Then this is a definite no,” I say calmly.

“Sylvie...”

“If you’re not going to beg, then you’re just going to have to look but not touch. You want to act like this marriage means nothing to you, like I mean nothing to you, then let’s do it properly. I can tease as well.”

“You...”

He tries to speak, but I cut him off. I lean forward so that my lips brush his ear.

“I guess the men standing outside that door behind me right now, waiting for the good news, will simply have to reconcile themselves to the fact that the great Baptiste Tremblay doesn’t get his dick wet every time he wishes. If you’re worried about how this affects your impeccable reputation, then maybe you might just have to go ahead and lie to an Elder.”

Against my finger raised to his lips, Baptiste’s mouth parts. His throat works as he swallows.

“You can’t do this to me,” he says through his teeth.

My eyes widen in mock surprise.

“So, he does feel something. And here I was thinking you’re just a logical, heartless robot.”

I remove my finger from his lips. I slowly reach down to slide my dress back on under his glare. It’s obvious it’s taking all his willpower to hold himself back, and that idea quivers through me.

A warmth spreads between my legs.

I’ll sure as hell be reliving this moment for a long time.

“I’m going to leave now, husband,” I say mockingly to the groom. “And you won’t stop me. Got it?”

And then I walk out of our little room with Baptiste still frozen behind me at a complete loss for words.

14

BAPTISTE

Dropping that fucking dress?

Christ.

Sylvie’s more devious than I thought.

I step into the hallway, slamming the door shut behind me. Moments ago, my new wife sauntered out of the small Castaways bedroom with a big grin on her pretty face, knowing exactly how she played with me and my desires. As her soft footsteps drift away, Sylvie’s addictive scent lingers in the air.

Well, if she’s determined to make me lose my mind – and my logic – for her by flashing her intoxicating, wicked body like that at me, then I will make her understand I am not that man.