Hyland's Consort by Felicity Brandon

Author:Felicity Brandon
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Dark Romance, Mafia Romance, Arranged Marriage, Enemies to Lovers, Organised Crime
Publisher: Felicity Brandon
Published: 2021-10-11T16:00:00+00:00

I’D NEVER BEEN ONE of those girls who dreamed of her wedding day, never fantasized about horse-drawn carriages and white dresses, but if I was asked—before all of this torrid torment—I had a vague idea what I’d have liked. A sleek black Rolls Royce perhaps, taking me to the church or a country house for the wedding reception. Never in my darkest dreams would I have pictured this, being trussed in this awful dress—if that’s what you could call it—leashed with a freaking lead which matched my outfit and led around like a humiliated puppy dog.

“Get in the car,” Sean growled in my ear, brushing up behind me as his hands reached for my breasts, tugging at my vulnerable nipples.

Groaning, I arched my back, eyes fluttering closed as I tried to think. I wanted to bat his hands away, to stop him from drawing attention to my bared chest, but that was stupid. As if the men falling over themselves to open the door to his limousine hadn’t already spotted his half-naked bride. As if they hadn’t already ogled me. I knew it was just the beginning. I had no idea where we were headed or who would be there, but one thing was guaranteed. Sean had designed the entire day, so I would be observed and scrutinized. Not that I could have batted his hands away. Sean had put pay to that ability after I’d finished my glass of bubbles, dragging my wrists to the small of my back and securing them with some white ribbon. As ever, the man had an answer to everything.

He marched me down to the basement of the place where I’d been held, just as he’d done when we visited Crane’s office. The long, luxury car was waiting, a selection of his men making themselves look busy as we neared.

“Good morning, Mr. Hyland.” The same driver who’d taken us to Crane waited at the driver’s door, averting his eyes from my scantily-clad approach.

“Good morning, Cole.”

Sean was practically beaming. Exposing me this way for nothing but his own amusement, he was happier than I’d seen him when I’d got down on my knees and kissed his feet in the morning, brighter than he’d been after most blow jobs. Heart pounding, I allowed him to guide me into the car, slipping in beside me before Cole closed the door. At least I hadn’t been subjected to those horrendous ordeals this morning. It was something of a reprieve. Paying homage to him in the usual denigrating way, coupled with this so-called wedding gown, might have been too much.

“Are you excited?” Turning to me, he reached across the interior and grasped the sleeve of my dress.

“Still a little nervous, Sir,” I whispered, glancing the other way as Cole took his place behind the wheel. I was glad to be in the comparative sanctuary of the car but all too aware Sean’s driver could look at me whenever he wanted. Frustrated arousal bloomed, and I pressed my thighs together, squirming against the black leather seat.

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