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She’s a wreck, rambling and nervous. I’d like to think that’s all my doing, but it seems her day may have already knocked her off-kilter. Regardless, she makes unhinged sexy as hell.
Some things need to be experienced up close. And this, her laugh, is one of them—brand-new.
Considering a relationship with Wells would probably be ill-advised. But also so fucking hot.
His proposal to add other books—a grand gesture—unfurls something inside me. Like he’s not only offering a contract, but also a home.
“Are you going to use me for whatever it is you need and get rid of me? Because I deserve to know that.” “I have no intention of ever getting rid of you, Ivanna. That’s what you should be concerning yourself with.”
Ivanna Kingston takes a proper dress and corrupts it into becoming the eighth deadly sin.
“That dress is exquisite. Tasteful. Elegant.” Threading my fingers into her hair, I slide my cheek against hers, speaking low into her ear. “But you in it is unholy.”
“Another demand from my number one … guard dog. I might need to wander just so I can watch you bare your teeth.”
I’m going to end up killing the both of them. “The fuck? Thought she was like a sister, Tytan?” “More like a stepsister,” he drawls, never taking his eyes off her. “Which means admiring is completely acceptable.”
“Yes, Ivanna, I am. And in one day, you’re going to realize what an understatement bossy is. Scared you can’t handle being married to me?” Her breath catches, but she doesn’t falter for a second. “Bring it. Whatever you throw at me, Wells, I’ll shove it right back at ya. And you’ll hate yourself for how much you love it.” Intuitively accurate.
Or maybe, even though I haven’t been kidnapped, it’s a form of Stockholm syndrome. Because all I can think about is how I want to be his Little Storm more than I’ve ever wanted anything. His.
But my father raised me to be a survivor. To face challenges head-on. To be a force. There’s nothing in this life that can break me. I won’t let it.
Here in the candlelight with my unlikely groom, I realize, this path may be off, but I’ve always loved twisted fairy tales. Gavin Wells might not be the hero of my story, but he may be my dark knight.
“What’s going on?” “Period party,” Gage chirps, which causes Liam to convulse with laughter beside me while Ty and I do our best to stay composed.
“Anyone can be the light when the sun is shining. It takes a goddamn force to strike with a crash so bright that even the outlines of the raging clouds are illuminated.”
“Don’t test me. Someone touches you, they don’t disappear or lose a finger; they lose their life.”
“I was waiting.” “Waiting for what?” He sighs, both palms rising to cradle my cheeks. “You, Little Storm. I was waiting for you.” Good God, what is this man doing to me?
“I knew you’d feel like this—made for me. You’re so fucking perfect, Ivy. My brat, my storm, my good girl.”
“I want to hear you,” he rasps. “Hear you pant while I finger-fuck you, moan when I slam my cock into this sweet cunt, and scream when you come with my name on your lips.”
“You’re the vision of what soldiers fight for, Ivy, a glimpse of beauty in the dark.”
His praise increases my sobs because I realize I’m in love with this man, in love with my husband, which should be a wonderful thing. Except that something feels flimsy, like it could all slip through my fingers at any moment. My lungs burn. I’ve never been so terrified to lose anything.
Believe I have what it takes to handle this because I want to do this. For me. For you. For us. For my father. Our family. My motivations are endless. I won’t let fear rob either of us of something that has the potential to be amazing.”
My pretty little slut. My good girl. My fucking queen.
Theory three: I’m losing my fucking mind. I’ve already chucked that one, but it’s important to give the elephant in the room a name.
Sometimes, in this world, it’s the bravest choice. Remember that no matter where you go, I’ll always be with you. The honor and joy of raising you was by far my greatest treasure.
How in the hell is right? Jesus Christ, Ivy is running circles around us all. A goddamn cyclone. Why was she even digging for that?
This woman is my everything, my existence—the reason for every breath I take. My Little Storm. Mine.
After two hours of fucking the brat out of her, she had the audacity to stick with that answer. My dick was so sated that I’d lost my edge by then, which is precisely when I realized that the Little Storm had played me. Again.
“I never wanted a doe, baby. Anyone can command the weak or steer the docile. It takes a god to conquer the storm.”
