She should have been mine from the beginning. An issue I’ve since rectified. Because I’m done playing in the shadows, waiting for my chance.
With my brother’s blood fresh on my hands, I took her.
My new toy. My plaything. My infatuation.
There’s nowhere for her to run. Nowhere for her to hide. She’s mine now. To have and to hold. To cherish and to devour. To fuck and to own.
Cry for me, baby girl. Yes, just like that.
Now spread your legs. It’s time for our happily-ever-after.
Prologue
Kaiden
“Warren, do you take Camilla to be your wedded wife, to live together in marriage? Do you promise to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, for better or worse, for richer or poorer…”
I lift my eyes up to the ceiling, fed up with this bullshit ceremony. Like my brother knows how to comfort anyone other than himself. It’ll be Camilla on her knees serving him, not the other way around.
An image that sends fire licking through my veins.
She should be my mine. Just like everything else in this damn world. But Warren was born first. By two fucking minutes. So he inherited the family fortune. Our father’s company. Our father’s estate. And now, the promised bride.
Trained and prepared through the Elite Bride program, she personifies elegance and charm, possesses a body meant for sin, and has fuck-me lips that would look amazing around a man’s cock.
I want her. Probably more than my brother does. He has a harem of females to compete for his satisfaction. But that’s not her purpose. No, she’s here to give him an heir and to please whomever he tells her to please. She’ll spend tonight on her back with all the groomsmen inside her.
Except me.
I don’t share.
And I want her for myself.
Just like I want everything else my brother has.
One day, it’ll all be mine. Including her.
But for now, I’ll watch from the sidelines while I prepare for utter annihilation.
That’s the benefit of always being second best in the Graves family. No one watches me. I’m merely the spare, given all the riches of the world with a single responsibility—stay alive. Just in case something happens to son number one.
Well, something’s going to happen.
Me.
Then all of this—including sweet, darling Camilla—will belong to me.
I do, I tell her as I meet her pretty blue gaze over my brother’s shoulder. To have and to hold. In sickness and in health. For as long as we both shall live. Because you’re my pet now, not his. Mine, baby girl. All. Fucking. Mine.
Chapter One
Two Years Later
Kaiden
“I’m convinced she’s barren,” my brother says, the petulance in his tone making me grind my teeth.
She’s not fucking barren.
She’s just incapable of having his children.
Because of me.
I can’t have my intended impregnated by my idiot of a brother, so I took charge of the situation by giving her a birth control shot—one I repeat every three months while she sleeps.
It’s become one of my favorite tasks—to sneak into her room while she sleeps, drug her, and administer the shot. Then I hold her for a while, allowing my scent to drench her sheets, until it’s time for her to wake.
My little beauty has no idea.
And neither does her incompetent husband.
The doctors have all been paid to help me maintain her health and to lie to Warren about her fertility.
The fact that he hasn’t even considered the possibility of my interference is proof of his mental ineptitude.
I sip my brandy and pretend not to hear him. I do this often. He’s already surrounded by enough men who want to suck his dick. I don’t need to add myself to the party.
Instead, I watch Camilla on the other side of the room.
Tonight she’s dressed in a fitted blue dress that ends mid-thigh, revealing her long, toned legs to the room. The bodice is tight as well, cinching across her waist and hugging her generous tits.
I want to drag the zipper down her back and sink my teeth into her neck, to mark her as mine for the world to see.
She’s become my obsession.
My lifeline.
My goal.
And she’ll finally be mine after tonight.
I’ve spent the last two years preparing for this moment. I’ve thought of every avenue, every escape, and every potential turn.
There is no outmaneuvering me. I will win. And I will take.
My cock pulses with anticipation. No more watching and coveting. By the stroke of midnight, I’ll have her naked and beneath me. Willing or not.
She meets my gaze, her cheeks flushing at my invasive stare.
I’ve never hidden my interest from her. Always staring. Always studying.
I’m pretty sure she knows about the cameras in her room, too. Specifically, the one over her bathtub.
She puts on a show for me nightly, those naughty fingers parting her thighs and bringing herself to completion for my greedy eyes alone.
Because my brother never satisfies her. He only uses her to take care of himself and his friends, leaving her without an ounce of pleasure for herself.
I know all about the bruises beneath that tight dress. They’re the kind that hurt, making her flinch when anyone barely touches her.
I want to bruise her, too. But in an entirely different way.
By the time I finish training her, she’ll be addicted to my brand of pain.
I take another sip, still holding her gaze. She turns even redder and looks away.
So submissive and pretty. I can’t wait to force her to watch me. She’ll cry, and I’ll lick away those sweet tears.
Then I’ll fuck her mouth so hard she chokes, and I’ll drown her in my seed.
My trousers suddenly feel a little tight. I should adjust myself, but I don’t. I want her to see what she does to me. To know what’s coming for her later.
She peeks at me again through the curtain of her dark, voluminous hair, and I allow my lips to curl just a little at the sides. I have a dimple in my left cheek, one that has enticed more than a few
