Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 80507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Knowingly, she would give her body, her soul to him, but she would know, the entire time, that I had her first, I broke her first. And he could never take that away from us.
From me.
Let him have the happy ending because I’d had the fucking beginning.
Time stood still as she turned and took Tristian’s hand in hers. He preened like a goddamn peacock as he pulled her to his side and faced the priest.
And me? I simply smiled at them both since this was it, wasn’t it? At least I’d tasted. I’d bitten. I’d swallowed. I’d sinned. I’d never be saved.
Who would want salvation after tasting the sweetest sin?
The ceremony was a blur as the priest droned on, and when it was time for the vows, I found I was holding my breath, watching, waiting for her to say she couldn’t do this; I half expected her to lose her nerve, but when she opened her mouth.
It wasn’t my name that fell from her lips.
It was his.
She said it twice.
“Tristian…” A full smile. My body gave an involuntary flinch. “Tristian.”
My fingers twitched at my sides. I held my breath.
Once again waiting.
Wanting.
Yearning.
“My vow is simple, my promise to you.” She lifted her chin, her eyes clear, her conscience black as mine. “From this day forward… I’m yours.”
I hated her in that moment.
Despised her to the core of my being.
Traitor.
Cheater.
Whore.
She promised him the one thing I wanted, and she said it so simply, with such purity amidst the chaos we’d created, we’d participated in, that I wanted to seethe from the inside out.
It was as if she was reminding me by claiming him, as she said from this moment on.
And our moment was yesterday.
She was saying it would never happen again.
Had she shot me, it would have hurt less.
I knew this was my doing. I was the one who told her to marry him. I had rejected her. What else did I expect? I was being irrational, and knowing that I was didn’t stop the emotions that were surging to not come.
“Tristian?” The priest grinned over at my brother.
Tristian reached up and pressed his palm directly over the bruises on her wrist, then lifted that same wrist to his mouth and pressed a gentle kiss across my mark.
Across my claim.
Motherfucker.
CHAPTER TEN
“Be the hero, they will notice the bad. Be the villain, they will notice your good.” —Joker
Romeo
His gesture may have been subtle to the room full of people in attendance, but I knew better.
Did he know?
Assume?
“From this day forth,” Tristian kissed the bruising again and then flipped her hand over, bringing it to his face, cupping his cheek. “I will always be yours. Forsaking family, forsaking all others, you own me, body, mind, and soul.”
My breath hitched as she smiled up at him like she was seeing him for the first time, her eyes filled with tears, her hand pressed against his face.
She mouthed, “I love you,” sufficiently killing something in the depths of my soul as he mouthed it back.
I had to look away.
I had no choice.
She was killing me.
This was killing me.
Their love.
Their holy union.
Their fucking matrimony.
It was all dragging me to the ground, burying me alive.
The priest kept talking, and I found I couldn’t tear my focus away from her wrist or the way she would rub it self-consciously like she could rub the sin away.
The mistake.
The regret.
The memory.
Me.
“I now pronounce you, Mr. and Mrs. Tristian Sinacore.” The old priest beamed. “You may now kiss your bride!”
Tristian wasted no time in pulling Eden into his arms; his mouth slammed down onto hers with near violence as she parted her lips and welcomed him into her.
Just like she would tonight.
Just like she’d done to me last night.
He’d be inside her.
He’d be pleasuring her.
Would she scream his name while dreaming of mine? Or was this really the end? Part of me needed it to be the end, while another sinister part said it was just the beginning of my obsession with her need.
I kept my eyes trained on the happy couple, my hands folded behind my back, my smile frozen on my face as Tristian pulled away, only to change his mind and press another kiss to her mouth; he lingered there in that sensual space that existed after two mouths meet and decide they want to do it again only to tease one another with each breath before one of them leans in once more.
“I love you,” he whispered.
Her eyes lit up with joy. “I love you too.”
He lifted her into his arms, facing the congregation amidst cheers, whistling, and then walked down the aisle while she laughed.
I clenched my teeth and followed the rest of the wedding party out, careful to keep a slight smile of amusement teasing my lips when, in reality, I wanted to die inside.
I couldn’t decide which one of us had given the final blow that destroyed whatever was left between us.