Lisa’s POV
“What?” I whispered, my voice not as steady as I wanted.
His fingers tightened slightly around mine.
Not enough to hurt.
Just enough to remind me he was there.
Real.
Present.
In control.
“The vow,” he murmured. “Say it.”
My heart pounded.
Oh.
That.
The final words.
The ones that would seal everything.
Make it real.
Permanent.
Binding.
I swallowed.
Hard.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” I said under my breath.
A pause.
Then…
“Yes.”
The honesty of it hit harder than denial ever could.
My jaw tightened.
Of course he was.
Because this…
This was control.
And he thrived in it.
The officiant cleared his throat softly, trying to keep the ceremony intact.
“Miss Daves…”
All eyes were on me.
Waiting, expecting, watching, I could feel it.
Their curiosity.
