Serpent King's Bride: A Dark Mafia Romance Trilogy

“Now that’s the perfect accessory for tonight,” he said. “My drying cum on your pretty legs—still wet and glistening. Can you feel it, Abby? Can you feel me inside you?”

“Yes, Nathan,” I gasped, my voice ragged and hoarse. “I can feel you…everywhere.”

My pussy clenched around his fingers, an unexpected wave of pleasure rolling through me as another orgasm shuddered its way through my body.

His fingers stilled momentarily, his breath hitching in his throat before he plunged them back inside with a finality that buckled my knees. I cried out, the sound reverberating off the mirror as I teetered on the precipice of pleasure.

“Let go, Abby,” he murmured against my ear, his teeth grazing the lobe in a sharp bite of reality grounding me amidst the whirlwind of desire. “Let me feel you come undone.”

And with one final thrust of his fingers and a swift flick to my clit, I did. I surrendered to the storm raging within me like untamed lightning crashing against the midnight sky. My body shivered and shook, convulsing under the force of waves of pleasure. I cried out, my voice filling the room and echoing back to me as if in approval.

“Good girl,” he praised, his own voice strained with the effort of maintaining control. His fingers stilled inside me, letting me ride out the last tremors of my climax. As the waves of pleasure subsided, his arms wrapped around me, pulling me close against his chest. The steady beat of his heart pounded against my ear, a soothing rhythm that was a stark contrast to the stormy sea of pleasure we’d just weathered together.

“Damn,” I panted, feeling heat flood my cheeks while my legs trembled with the intensity of it all.

Nathan said nothing, but his eyes glinted with satisfaction. He withdrew his hand and with a swift, practiced motion, tucked himself back into his pants, zipping them up as if we hadn’t just indulged in our carnal desires. He was composed, the very image of the untouchable Triad prince, as if he hadn’t just unraveled me completely in the span of minutes.

I straightened up, my hands fumbling with the fabric of my dress to right it over my body. It was surreal how normal we both looked–except I was sweatier than I would have liked.

Nathan’s hands were on me before I could catch my breath, spinning me around with a purpose. His kiss landed hard on my lips, stealing the last bit of air from my lungs, possessing me with an urgency that left no room for doubt about his intentions. I melted into him for a moment, the chaos of our desire settling into something like peace.

“Let me look at you,” he murmured against my mouth, breaking away just enough to inspect his handiwork. His fingers, calloused yet precise, tilted my chin up, eyes scanning my face for any evidence of our indiscretion before he dragged his thumb under my lower lip–to tidy up my lipstick, I thought.

Satisfied, a half-smile played on his lips as he nodded. “Perfect. You look stunning. And you smell really fucking good, too.”

“Jesus,” I said, still coming down from my orgasm.

“Come on. We have to go. It’s time for you to make your vows.”

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Nathan

After tonight, she would truly be part of my world.

The night air was thick with a hint of danger as I pulled the car into the old warehouse off the cluttered streets of Chinatown. Abby got out and watched as I covered the car with a tarp, tucking it seamlessly against the walls of the warehouse.

“Pretty secretive, huh?” she said, a note of excitement threaded through her words.

“Secrecy’s just scratching the surface,” I replied as I looked over at her. The dim light from the warehouse windows caught the edges of her face, painting her in hues of anticipation and curiosity. “There’s more. I need to blindfold you.”

Her lips parted slightly, but she didn’t protest. Instead, she squared her shoulders—a move I’d come to recognize as her way of bracing for the unknown. “Okay, Nathan. I trust you.”

“Good girl,” I murmured, half-teasing, half-serious.

She rolled her eyes.

Maybe not so good.

My fingers brushed against her cheek as I slipped the black cloth around her head, obscuring her vision. For a moment, I allowed myself to imagine we were just a couple about to share some clandestine surprise, not diving deeper into Triad secrets.

“Take my hand,” I instructed, feeling the familiar weight of responsibility settle on my shoulders. She placed her hand in mine, soft yet steady, and I led her out of the car and across the concrete floor. Her steps were tentative but trusting, a tiny testament to the bond between us.

We reached the back, where dust-coated shelves hid a barely visible panel in the door, along with a keypad concealed beneath an old hot rod poster. I pressed a series of numbers into the keypad, then a faint click echoed, and the entrance to a world beneath the city opened before us. Abby stood silent, her hand still in mine, unknowing yet unflinching.

I felt like I was dragging her into hell itself.

Maybe I was.

“Ready?” I asked, a whisper meant only for her.