Page 86 of Vengeful Devotion
“He sent her a hand painted picture of her death.”
“Holy shit. Did he send any more letters?”
I shake my head. “No. I just wish she would’ve been honest with me. I could’ve handled it. Now Balor is involved, and it’s a mess.”
“Balor?”
“He’s demanding to be her shadow 24/7. Even wants her to move into his house.”
Gemma laughs. “Oh, I can’t wait to see this. Simone is going to rip him to pieces. She hates him.”
“She didn’t always hate him. They used to be close. I don’t know what happened,” I reply, dragging my eyes up and down her body. “Can we talk about this dress?”
“What about it?”
“How attached are you to it?”
“Don’t you dare, Declan Patrick. I’m saving this for our daughter.”
Her face turns red. As if she should be embarrassed that she’s planning a family with me.
I spin us around. Placing Gemma’s back against my chest, I skim a finger across her belly as I speak. “I can’t fucking wait to get you pregnant.”
“You don’t want to enjoy married life for a little while?”
“Who says we can’t enjoy it and have a baby?”
“Everyone says a baby doesn’t strengthen a marriage, it breaks it.”
“Who is everyone?”
“I don’t know. Just everyone.”
I grip both her cheeks, tilting her head towards me. “Well, everyone isn’t married to me. Nothing could ever break us, Gemma. Not a baby. Not a fucking hurricane.”
There’s a hint of relief in her eyes. I look around the room at all our friends and family. Some dancing around us, others going back for a second slice of wedding cake. After making sure no one is paying attention to us, I release Gemma’s face. My hands fall to her hips. I squeeze them, pushing my erection into her ass. Her breath hitches. The little gasp on her lips only makes my dick harder.
“Declan.”
The way she says my name makes waiting to have her unbearable. I drop my hands from her hips. Before she can complain, I grab her wrist and drag her away from our big day. The important part is over, anyway.
“Where are we going?”
“To the plane.”
“What? Declan, we can’t just leave.”
I rub her the backside of her hand over my cock. “This can’t wait any longer, Gemma.”
The drive from the hotel to the hangar my plane is stored in is short. It’s the only thing I insisted on during wedding planning. Even then, I knew there was no way I was going to wait to start our honeymoon.
When we pull up, there’s people getting the plane ready to leave. I look over at Gemma.
“Stay here. I’ll be right back,” I tell her before getting out of the car and walking towards the pilot.
“Mr. McBride, you’re early.”
“Is the plane ready?”
