“No,” I admitted. “I see the truth now as clearly as I see a queen above me. I doubted you because I judged you by my own standards. I’m the bastard who would lie to protect you, the brute who would commit every sin in the book to safeguard you.” I gripped the back of her calf, leaning up to kiss her ankle and giving her a dark look. “Punish me however you see fit.” She flexed her toes against my chest, pressing her weight down more firmly. “Beg,” she commanded. “Forgive me,” I growled, kissing her ankle again then grazing my fangs against the flesh of her calf. “Try harder,” she urged, and I
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