༺RAYNE༻ “There's my lovely fiancée.” Liam smirks and pulls me in his arms. He snakes his hands around my back and holds the scruff of my neck before pulling me in for a deep, sultry kiss. His fingers tickle my bare skin with light caresses. My body flares hot and tingles swim under my skin. I don't know when I moan against his lips. Liam breaks the kiss and whispers in my ear, “Did you just moan?” “What am I supposed to do when you kiss me like that?” I try to hide my flushed face and just smile like an idiot at the sea of people. Yup, that's what we've been doing all week, faking it till everyone believes it. We're at Lucas' estate again tonight, precisely in his garden this time. Lucas decided to throw a huge party in honour of me and Liam. He plans on officially announcing our engagement and showing us off to the world. There's no one happier than Lucas for our engagement. No one even comes close. “Might I remind you that all of this is just an act?” Liam hugs me from behin
༺RAYNE༻ I glance back at Liam, who's still staring at the woman, his hand tightening around mine almost painfully. The two of them are looking at each other like they're the only ones in the garden. “Liam? Liam,” I murmur and wriggle my hand in his grip to catch his attention. “Is everything okay?” He finally peels his eyes from her and turns to me before letting go of my wrist. He apologizes to the old man for getting distracted and excuses himself to answer a phone call. My mouth just falls open as I watch him leave. He didn't even care to give me as little as a simple answer. Hmph! What a jerk! It's my turn to stare at the woman. I observe as Daniel leaves her and joins Leo to speak to Lucas. The woman is left standing all alone, smiling at whoever walks past her. Her stunning pink dress is fluttering in the soft breeze as she looks around. She's really pretty. I understand why Liam or any man would find her very attractive but then... Why do I get the feeling that there's mo
༺RAYNE༻ “Keep your hands off my fiancée!” My voice instantly breaks the intimate spell they seemed to be under. Good. Liam and Genevieve turn around at once to see me. Genevieve takes her hands off Liam and squares her shoulders, facing me. Her face contorts with annoyance, her lipstick caked lips twist in disdain. Liam steps in front of me, blocking me from his ex. Classic. I move slightly to the side where I can stand face-to-face with Genevieve. “What are you doing here?” Liam's voice is low and his eyebrows furrow when he throws the question at me. “What do you mean? It's our party, Liam. I've been looking for you everywhere,” I reply with a cool, collected poise that surprises even myself. “I never would have imagined that you would leave your own fiancée to be with this—” My voice trails off as I give Genevieve a nasty once-over. “This tramp,” I finish my sentence and watch Genevieve's eyes narrow and her face blow red hot. Even Liam didn't see it coming. That'
༺RAYNE༻ “What are you doing here?” My eyes are shooting daggers at Henry, the son of a bitch who ruined my life. How the hell did he find me? It doesn't matter anyway. He's going back to hell where he came from. Henry clears his throat and takes one step closer. That's when his alcohol-tainted breath pours on my face and assaults my nostrils. I back away a little, grimacing at how terrible he reeks. First, he got another woman pregnant and threw me out of the house. Now he's here to kill me with his stench? God, what crime could I have committed in my past life that this bastard is being used to punish me? “How're you doing, Rayne?” He asks, his lips twitching. “Really good. Totally fine as you can see. Alive and well. Never felt better,” I hiss, my face twisting into a big scowl. “But that doesn't answer the question I asked you, Henry. What the fuck are you doing in my house? Who even let you in?” My house. Boy, did that feel good saying it out loud. “Your house,” he draws o
༺RAYNE༻ Liam grits his teeth, clearly trying to keep his composure despite the anger evident on his face. He lets go of my arm and glances away before looking at me. A vein pops in his forehead. "How did he get in? What did he want? Did he hurt you?” “Liam, you didn't answer my question.” I tighten the towel around my chest. “How do you know Henry? I've never told you his name so how come?” “Is it really important?” he snaps, raising his voice. “Is that what you should be focused on right now?” Liam's hands come to rest on his hips, his face turning red. “I'm asking the important questions. How did he get past the guards? What did he want? Did he hurt you?“ My face turns to a scowl and I cross my arms, boring my eyes into his. “Yes, it's important! That man ruined my life so I need to know how you know him and what business you have with him. Why can't you just tell me?” “Your life doesn't look ruined to me,” Liam mutters. “Are you going to tell me or not?” I ignore his commen
༺RAYNE༻ "We are gathered here today to witness the union of Henry Campbell and Rayne Sullivan in holy matrimony," the priest booms throughout the church hall, a small smile planted on his lips. This is it! I clutch my bouquet, my eyes locked on Henry's eyes as he gently reaches for my hand. I'm finally getting married to the man of my dreams! What could possibly go wrong? "And now, before we proceed, I must ask, is there anyone here who thinks these two should not be wed? Speak now or forever hold your peace," the priest continues, looking around the room. Oh, the formalities! I want to laugh. Like anyone would actually burst in through those doors right now and object to our wedding. Stuff like that only happens in— "Whoa, hold up, people!" A loud voice cuts through my train of thoughts and I turn back, along with every single person in the church to see a dark-skinned woman stomping in. "This whole damn wedding ain't happening on my watch!" She yells again, coming over t
༺RAYNE༻ I freeze on my seat, my entire body goes stiff. But my heart lurches and a wave of heat washes through me. I find myself leaning further into the kiss and breathing in the delicious scent of the stranger. He smells so good, so tasteful and so perfect. His lips, my God, his lips are heavenly, warm and delightful. This is so wrong. Why do I feel good about being kissed by a strange man? He pulls away from me and I want to whimper from disappointment. The man locks gazes with me as if he's searching for something in my eyes. His mouth parts slightly open, letting a ragged gasp escape and caress my face. I shudder at the touch of his hot breath and feel my legs weaken. He's gorgeous—I want to say out loud. Dreamy grey eyes, beautiful, soft yet masculine features and lips that call my name without uttering a word. His powerful scent, his aura, everything about him is drawing me in. It's either that or the cocktail is taking a toll on me. "I've missed you, my little vixen,
༺RAYNE༻ The dark, fierce look in his eyes becomes more intense and my body trembles. I've never been naked in front of any man other than Henry. And oddly, I've never felt this good at the thought of getting fucked before. He lowers his head to the centre of my thighs and roughly spreads them apart. When his hot breath grazes my sleek folds, I want to melt. I part my legs wider, giving him all the access he needs to do his dirty work on me. Henry rarely ever went down on me. He claimed it's too disgusting yet he pressured me to suck him off a lot. My hot British jerk starts caressing my mound, running his fingers over my fleshy smoothness. I had shaved thoroughly for my wedding night and even went as far as waxing my bikini line, hoping to impress Henry. I never thought I'd be letting another man have it let alone a total stranger. This is thrilling and I'm so turned on right now. I forget for a while that I'm doing this for revenge. How can I not when he's touching me like he