Kylian's POVShe shrugged. “I’m not used to big family gatherings.”I nodded, reading the expression on her face and wondered if she was lying. I glanced over at Kieran and caught him watching us. I narrowed my gaze at him, silently telling him to back off. I felt like I was sitting and eating dinner with the enemy. Yvonne was trying like hell to pretend Kieran wasn’t there, which was odd. If they were friends, why wouldn’t she at least acknowledge him. It made me think they were trying to hide something. She thought she was fooling me by not talking to him at all.Midway through dinner, I heard a vibrating noise and realized it was coming from Yvonne’s purse under the table.“You didn’t silence your phone?” I hissed.“Sorry, I forgot it was on,” she said, her face turning red as all conversation stopped.She reached for her purse, pulled out the phone, and looked at the screen.“What is it?” I asked.“I have to take this,” she said, excusing herself and leaving the room. My eyes imme

Kylian's POVIt was hard to believe the day had finally arrived. I had played my cards correctly and got Yvonne right where I needed her to be—prepping to be my wife. It had been dicey there for a week or two when I wasn’t sure I could repair the damage, but now here we were. We were going to be married in front of two hundred people and get me one step closer to having what I wanted.I loved the idea of the marriage essentially tying her to me. She wouldn’t be able to run to Kieran. If she did, it wouldn’t matter. She could have the younger, lesser brother who wouldn’t hold the family inheritance.The car dropped me and my best man, Desmond, off at the entrance to the east wing. Yvonne had the rooms on the opposite end of the monstrous mansion. I had opted to stay home last night, not trusting myself to be in the same house as her. I was horny as hell and this little agreement not to have sex until the wedding was making me crazy. That little paranoid part of me kept telling me her s

Yvonne's POV“I feel like a queen or a princess,” I said in awe as I stared at my reflection in the mirror.“This is your special day. I don’t care what circumstances brought you to this point, but it is special and I’m so glad I get to be a part of it. You are going to remember this day for the rest of your life,” Cynthia said, handing me a tissue to dab away the tears threatening to fall down my face.“Thank you. I can’t believe it’s actually happening. When he first proposed the deal, I was expecting some simple ceremony in front of a judge with only the two of us present. When he started talking about an actual wedding, I’ll admit, it all felt too fairy tale like for me to believe. It has been a whirlwind.”She laughed. “You planned a wedding in six weeks that would take normal people at least a year to do.”“I didn’t do this. I have to give credit to that wedding planner. She’s a little overbearing, but she makes things happen.”Cynthia nodded. “Yes she does, and speaking of the

Kylian's POVI had danced, dined, and mingled about as much as any one man could. I had shaken so many hands and had told what felt like a million people that I was glad they could come. I was exhausted. I could not afford to be exhausted on my wedding night. I scanned the crowd, looking for my bride. My brother Kyle was openly flirting with a young blonde at the bar. I shook my head. He would find a woman in a convent willing to sleep with him; it was the dimples. Kairi was skulking in the corner, staring at the remaining guests as if they were criminals. In a tux, all his tats were covered, and he looked like a real Litt man. The moment the tux came off, everyone would know he was the rebellious one in the family.My eyes went back to Yvonne who was smiling and nodding as she chatted. I knew she was probably tired. She’d not sat down at all during the entire reception. I was ready to leave. Yvonne’s body in that gown was making me hard and horny. I had to get her naked. I wanted to

Yvonne's POVIt was almost two when the limo finally pulled to a stop in front of the hotel. I wasn’t sure I could walk after what he’d just done to my body. I picked up my thong and realized I had no purse and no pockets. I stuffed the scrap of fabric inside his tux pocket while he lazily smiled at me.“I doubt that would be the first pair of panties they found in the back of a limo,” he quipped.“Well it would be the first pair of my panties,” I said in a righteous tone. He laughed as the door swung open. The driver appeared and helped me to crawl out of the car. I was thankful for the man’s assistance. I waited for Kylian to tip the driver before he escorted me inside. He pulled out the card key as we walked to the elevators. His little treat in the car had barely taken the edge off. I was ready for a night of debauchery with my husband.Neither of us talked as the elevator silently climbed each floor. When the doors slid open, it was a different matter entirely. I couldn’t take my