I bit my lip. Hard. The pain helped ground me. “This is crazy. Mark is your son. We just got married this morning.”

Carter’s jaw flexed. He glanced across the room where Mark was chatting with his friends, then back to me. His eyes had gone darker. Hungrier.

“And yet here you are, June. Looking at me like you wish it was my ring on your finger instead.”

The words hit me like a slap. I should’ve been angry. I should’ve walked away. But the ache between my legs only got worse. My nipples tightened against the lace of my dress.

“You’re drunk,” I said weakly.

He smirked — that...