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I made Aunt Elsa give it to him and swear to never tell him it was from me. So he thinks it was a gift from his mum for his twentieth birthday, which is probably why he always wears it.
Eli King has been my damnation ever since I figured out what that word meant. My nemesis. The only man who’s immune to my charms. If anything, he disregards them with cold indifference. Like right now.
I hate that I know all these details about him. I wish I could be hit with amnesia so I can just forget him, his favorite drink, his wardrobe choices, and his entire malicious personality.
“The real question is.” His smooth, deep voice touches my warm skin like a whip. “What have you done to owe me the displeasure, Ava?”
I force a smile, refusing to fall for the provocation. “You know me. I love giving attention to admirers.”
“Is this the part where I get on my knees and beg?”
“I’m afraid that won’t cut it.”
“How about if I send flowers and a box o...
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“If I cry into my...
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“So I have a shot. Fa...
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Especially after you asked that Eli be your legal guardian instead of him.
“You’ll keep your goddamn mouth shut, Ava, or so help me God, I’ll sew it shut for you.”
“You said the same thing the last time, but now she’s ended up in the hospital. Again. How many more times can you hide this before everyone knows that she—”
If I decide this is the place where I’ll exist for the rest of my life, this is exactly where I will be and there’s nothing she can do to alter the decision.
“Think again, because I can see your soul leaving your miserable body the next time you put your hands on my wife.”
The show from earlier is the last time you let another man touch what’s fucking mine. Are we clear?”
“You will look at your face when you come on my fucking fingers. The ring you wear isn’t a decorative item, Mrs. King. You’re my wife. My property. Fucking mine. It’s time you properly start acting the part.”
I’m enchanted, enthralled, absolutely rooted in place with nothing better to do than watch her smile at me genuinely for the first time in…six years.
And I’m the only one who can hold you. There will be no someone who’ll offer the service.
However, I want him to see me at my brightest. I want him to look and regret everything he’s done to me. I want him to realize that he’s lost me. And while he’s exponentially allergic to feelings, I hope it stings a little.
You look stunning. My wife is many infuriating things, but she’s undeniably beautiful.
“I find you so extremely beautiful, it hurts to look at you sometimes.”
“I’ve never had a girlfriend and even if I had, they wouldn’t hold a candle to you.”
I almost forget that I’m married to what’s societally known as a madwoman. Worse, she doesn’t even know it. And I’ll make sure it remains this way.
“I want to mark you, Mrs. King.” He fists my hair and lifts me so my back is flush against his chest as his dark, lust-filled words roll into my ears. “I want to hurt you, bruise you, and own you so thoroughly, you’ll be ruined for all other men. I want to feel your pain, see my welts on your porcelain skin. I want to choke your throat, bite your lips and nipples, and leave my presence across your whole body before I pound into your tight cunt so ruthlessly, you’ll beg me to stop.” My temperature hikes up so dangerously, I’m surprised I don’t go off like a box of fireworks. I’m
“Hypothetically, I’ll claim you on his corpse so you recall who the fuck you belong to.”
“Don’t you dare fucking stop. You took my virginity, so you better make this worth it.”
My own God of War.
“No, I ain’t seen nothing. I ain’t seen nothing. Matter of fact, I’m blind in my left eye and forty-three percent blind in my right eye. I don’t see much of nothing. Matter of fact, I can’t even see you, sir.”
“No, which is why I gave you the fucking choice, Ava. You think I don’t want to pump you full of my cum, put a dozen children in you, and tie you to me for life? Because I very much do. But we both know you are not ready for that, so I gave you the option. I didn’t force you to take the pill, I only put it on the table in case you want it.”
“Kiss every inch of your body, then fuck you for all the times I couldn’t.”
“You look so fucking beautiful when you’re being torn apart by my cock, Mrs. King.”
“You’re the most beautiful when your tight little cunt is being railed by me. You’re dripping for me and taking my cock so well. That’s it, mmm, show me how much you’re mine, wife.”
“It wasn’t on purpose, butterfly. I genuinely mistook him for a cockroach. Not my fault he has more resemblance to vermin instead of humans.”
“My tongue and cock shoved deep in your cunt and a few handprints on that arse. Whether those actions end in a mind-numbing orgasm or edging with no release is completely dependent on your behavior tonight.”
“What do you want in return?”
“Your wife for a night. You can have my wife in return.”
oh shit
My eyes fly to Eli, who sets his glass on the table, an unhinged smile curling his lips. Oh God. He’s not thinking about it, is he? I’d cut off his dick while he sleeps if he so much as— In a flash, Eli snatches the knife and jams it through the back of Robert’s hand. The blinding strength breaks the dish and Robert’s blood mixes with the meat’s as his hollowing scream fills the restaurant. All eyes are on us and a few waiters rush over to the scene. Janet shrieks as she jumps up, and then falls back to her seat. Eli stands with eerie collectiveness and buttons his jacket.
“You’re lucky we’re in public or that knife would’ve been deep in your throat. Look at my wife again and I’ll gouge your eyes out.”
“Stab them, sabotage them, smash their goddamn lives to smithereens, force them to vanish without a trace. Take your pick. There’s no peaceful future for any other man in your life, wife.”
Did she just call me adorable and babe in the same sentence after kissing my cheek? Jesus fucking Christ. Maybe I should be the one who sees a doctor because I want her to repeat what just happened in that exact order.
“Eyes on me when you come for me, baby.”
“I don’t even know why I try anymore,”
“Because I got to own you. Officially.”
“Breathtaking indeed,” I say, my eyes focused on the soft slopes of her face. The charm radiating from her stabs my armor and slashes a crack that’s much more fatal than the previous ones.
“My first time murdering someone and it’s disappointingly not as euphoric as promised. If anything, I feel nothing.”
pardon?
“That’s where you’re wrong. If this is found out, we will go to prison, for I will report you as an accomplice.”
“You seem to believe you have a choice, but you don’t. Either you stay still and go through with the wedding, or you leave. If you choose the second option, I’ll find you and I’ll kidnap you to a place no one can find you. I’ll lock you the fuck up and you’ll never see your parents or friends ever again. And if you prove to be a hassle, I’ll slice your fucking throat and end your life as effortlessly as I did Oliver’s.”
