Gabriella

A laugh bubbled from my throat as I looked around the small bathroom, my body still quaking from my orgasm. “This isn’t exactly how I imagined my wedding day or its consummation.”

“I meant what I said. In five months, I’ll give you the wedding you deserve.”

A million thoughts cascaded through my mind, settling on the most important. I’d married Damien. Two weeks ago, I would have called him the devil. Now, we ...