Page 57 of Vows From Hell

With a sigh, I got dressed and left right when Blair came strolling in. As I was leaving, Storm’s loud laughter of happiness and joy filled my ears.

I had a suit made, knowing Storm’s tastes. The goal of the night was to seduce my wife and then show her what our future together was going to look like.

The idea was that we were just going to say our vows in front of the three people and then get drunk in celebration.

As soon as the clock struck noon, I was outside waiting for my beautiful bride.

Storm looked like the definition of perfection. Her long dress had a train dragging behind her.

It showed her curves perfectly, and all I wanted to do was tear the cloth to pieces and devour her whole.

But pretty as the dress might’ve been, the smile on her face was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Her eyes shined with pure joy as she walked toward me, looking at only me.

I finally got the woman of my dreams, until death did us part. There wasn’t a single waking moment I was going to leave her alone. I needed to make up for the lost time.

And Storm wanted that, too.

That was what her vows were all about.

Our perfect vows from hell.