When She Loves (The Fallen, #4)

by Gabrielle Sands

She swipes my hand away, the pulse in her neck speeding up. “I’m good at a few things too.” I move even closer. “Do tell.” This time, she shuffles back. “Coming up with creative insults, cooking inedible food, spending absurd amounts of money—” I take another step toward her. Her eyes narrow. “Making grown men suffer—” “Don’t stop, you’re turning me on.” Her mouth parts in shock. “Jesus, there’s something wrong with you.”

The moment Cleo takes on my last name, she becomes mine, and disrespect against her is disrespect against me.

Copper floods my mouth. Cleo sucks on the wound, the fucking lunatic, drawing out my blood. Before I can get my bearings, she pulls away, looking triumphant as my blood drips down her chin. She turns and spits onto the bed. “There. Your fucking bloody sheets.” Her eyes blaze. My dick couldn’t be harder.

I LOVE UNHINGED WOMEN!!!!

Incredible. Sandro texted me when they left the house at half past ten. My wife managed to spend over half a million dollars in about three hours? “As your accountant, I’m advising you lock down the card. If I have your permission to call the bank—” “No.” “No?” “No, you don’t have my permission. Her ability to deploy capital so efficiently is impressive, isn’t it?” Cleo’s clearly not going to waste a second of our marriage moping about her situation. Not a day has passed, and she’s already on the attack. Carmine makes a surprised sound. “Sir? I’m not sure I understand.” “Leave the card alone. Whatever my wife wants, my wife gets,” I tell him and hang up the phone.

“Your mouth is the best thing I’ve ever tasted. But I think I’ll enjoy the taste of your sweet cunt even more.”

“I want you to remember this the next time you’re tempted to imagine a life without me. You’re mine. Do you understand? No one else will touch you like this. No one else will come inside of you. No one else will fuck your throat like I’m about to. All those things are my fucking privilege, Cleo. And I will kill anyone who conspires to take that privilege away from me.”

She gives me a puppy-eyed look. “Where are you going?” To shoot myself in the head, because that’s apparently the only way I’m going to be able to get her out of it.

“Cleo, when I look at you, I see the entire universe. It took losing you for me to understand that you are everything to me. There might have been a ‘before’ you, but there is no ‘after’. I can’t function without you. I can’t sleep, I can’t think, I can barely fucking breathe. Without you, I exist in a horrible dark place that’s devoid of everything that makes life worth living. Please come back to me. I love you.”

“Tesoro, you’re never getting rid of me. I promise. I am yours, and you are mine. Forever.”