Snaring Emberly (Morally Black, #2)

by Gigi Styx

It was a tattoo to transform the word LIAR that I carved into the center of Roman’s chest into a full body portrait of Medusa. I sketched several others, including an angel, a cross, and symbols, but Roman said the Medusa reminded him so much of my temper. He even insisted that I change her face to match mine.

“I don’t get on my knees for anyone,” he says, his voice dark and rich. “But for you, I’d descend into the depths of hell.”

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he says from between my legs, his hand tracing the swell of my belly with a tenderness that makes me pant.

“What’s the first thing you’re going to paint?” Roman asks. “My beautiful little muse.” I gaze down to find him staring up at me through dark brown eyes the exact shade as my husband’s.

“Are you okay with saying hello to everyone before I take you back to the pool house?” Roman murmurs. “No,” I say. He stills. “Are you alright?” I meet his concerned gaze. “I want to return to the master suite.” His eyes widen. “What are you saying?” “I want this marriage. I want us.”

Roman goes down on one knee, and my heart skips several beats. He reaches into his shirt and pulls out a gold ring encrusted with diamonds. And it’s attached to a chain. “I’ve carried this around for nine months,” he says, his eyes shining. “Waiting for the right moment to ask. I should have done this properly the first time. If you don’t like this ring, we can get something more suitable⁠—” “Yes,” I say. He laughs. “I haven’t even asked.” I cup the side of his face. “My answer is yes. Now, stand up and let’s greet our family.”