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“I think you are the one who ought to ‘listen here,’ my friend. The lady told you no. She asked you to keep your hands to yourself, but you did not. So now, I’m putting my hands on you, and I won’t stop when you ask me to. I won’t stop when you beg me to. I won’t even stop when you scream and plead and cry for me to please God just have some fucking mercy.”
I’m making silent oaths in my head and hoping that some deities above are listening and will take mercy on me. I’ll wear only pants for the rest of my life if you get me out of this mess. Just please, for God’s sake, help me!
if my monster of a stepfather sees me here, there’s no telling what he’ll do.
Tonight, I want to be the heroine of this story. So I bite his neck and pull him the rest of the way into me. Ivan thrusts in as I tighten my legs around his waist. We crash together in one smooth stroke and I arch my back as an involuntary gasp rips out of me.
Sex shouldn’t make you question the purpose of life. But this sex does.
“I can see the two of you working well together.” I snort. “You must have missed when she insinuated she’d rather chew off her own leg than marry me.” “And you must have missed when you went all caveman on that sniper
the title of this chapter of my memoir, for sure. What the Fuck Is Going On?: Why you shouldn’t hook up with billionaires at an arranged marriage party. By Cora St. Clair.
But there has to be more to life than just the absence of struggle. There has to be hope for something beyond not-terrible-all-the-time. And I just need to know I’m not alone here.
“Stop worrying about other women trying to steal what they can’t have. Show them why it’s you. Show them why you’re mine…and why I’m yours.”
“And show me some fucking respect instead of eyeing my man like some dick-hungry slut. He’s mine.” Holy fuck. If she’s not careful, I might actually end up fucking her hard right here, right now.
She floats down, sighing and holding onto my neck for dear life. I keep her there, pinned between the wall and my hips. The bride I never asked for. The queen I never saw coming.
Ivan didn’t want us to be seen, so he kissed me until those men left. And I turned feral. I practically sprayed him in my attempt to devour him in a dark hallway between public restrooms.
“If I could fuck you in front of everyone, there wouldn’t be a soul on Earth who could doubt that this marriage is legitimate. It’s everything else that is the problem.” Well, then. That's certainly one way to put it. My lady bits applaud the idea enthusiastically. The rest of me tells them to zip it.
Slices of every imaginable cake combination are laid out on the glass counter in front of us, but Cora hasn’t touched a single one. I lean in close, voice low and tight. “You basically made love to a lemon curd cheesecake two nights ago. Maybe drum up a fraction of that energy for this cake.”
“I’ve never had to say this before, but please don’t give me another orgasm. I now think it’s possible to die from pleasure.” “What a way to go, though.” I let out a low whistle and curl my hand around the underside of her breast. I cup the weight in my palm. She fits against me so fucking perfectly. “Death by orgasm.”
“if you sacrifice yourself now, when it’s no longer necessary, you aren’t a hero—you’re a coward.”
“And Cora… you know I didn’t murder Katerina, but I need you to know something: I will kill anyone and everyone who gets between me and you. Any soul that lays a hand on you dies. I won’t hesitate and I won’t ask questions.”
“Ivan will never be yours,” I spit. “He is and always has been mine.”
