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My brother clears his throat. “So who are we stalking?” “My future wife.”
She is captivating me with her clear green eyes, pulling me in like I’m a planet and she’s my sun. I’ll gladly spend my days orbiting around her. The only thing stopping me from owning her body is knowing that the second I break the kiss, she’ll flee. I need her to be tied to me, irrevocably mine. I’m not a patient man, but I’ll wait for her. Show her that we’re meant to be. That she’s the piece of my soul that’s missing and I’m the armor she desperately needs.
This place practically dares you to be depraved.
“Poor girl’s going to be pissed.” “Wife. My wife is going to be pissed at me.” I smirk, loving the way that sounds.
“Have you grown tired of living, Carter? I can fix that for you,” Damon asks him, his voice barely above a whisper, somehow making it worse.
He wants to marry me, and I want him to prove it’s not just a game. He says I’m the one he wants, but I need him to prove it.
“Listen to me. There isn’t a place where I am that you don’t belong beside me.”
“No one’s ever going to make you do anything you don’t want to do, Misty. Never again. I promise you that.”
“Be careful or you’ll lose this game, and I’m not done playing with you.”
The thing is, I want him to find me. I want him to prove there’s nothing that will come between us. It might be sick, twisted, and wrong. But after what happened to me in the past, I want someone who’s obsessed with me in the best way. Who’s happy to prove it time and time again.
“Then crawl to me. Show me how good you can be.” Every ounce of feminism evaporates from my mind. I’ll be a feminist tomorrow.
“Please tell me you just bought an airline so your wife will hang out with you?”
“That you haven’t realized that everything Damon does is intentional. I assure you, Mrs. Everette, it is not because it was convenient.”
The sweet scent of smoke and cologne fills my nose milliseconds before Damon’s arm wraps possessively around my waist. His voice is a dark warning when he says, “Watch how you speak to my wife.”
She’s so fucking perfect. “Fuck, I love it when you’re all stabby. Feel free to try.”
“You don’t think we wouldn’t want to be involved? She’s our fucking sister.”
“Fuck, I want to be your wife. Doesn’t need to be incest or anything. Like we don’t need to fuck, but seriously, can you protect me like that?”
His touch makes my body come alive, and the realization that I love Damon slams into me.
“I do not give a single fuck about what anyone else thinks. The people that matter. Our family. Your friends. They know how hard you worked. The ceiling could fall down, and they’ll still be impressed.”
She has no idea how much I love the chase. Run, little mouse. Then, I pull up her tracker.
I want him crazy. Obsessed. Possessive. I want to push every one of his controls until he breaks. I want him to find me.
“Misty Everette, will you marry me again? This time, with your friends, my family, and hundreds of other guests. I know you won’t let me buy you one, so I want to help you make the perfect dress. One so long we need four people to hold the train. I want to scream in front of a crowd that I love you with every ounce of my being and that I am the lucky fucker who gets to keep you.”
“What if I don’t want a big wedding and I just want it to be my friends and your brothers?”
“I’ll give you anything you want, Nymph. Just ask.”
I run my finger along the smooth metal that’s brought me comfort, fiddling with it countless times. “Is this really a tracker?” I should be disgusted—hell, terrified—but all I am is elated. “Of course it is. You know, you’re basically a walking red flag.”
Sometimes it’s hard to spot the pretty in a city, but the birds are chirping, and the leaves are turning to a rusty red, giving a hint of the fall to come.
“I don’t give a shit. My wife is in there.” “Well, we fucking do. You don’t have to do this alone. You saved us. Now let us help save your girl.”
I won’t come to her defense. That I will never pick her over my wife.
“I may be their Lord, but you are my queen.”
“Whatever power I have is yours to wield. Ask for anything, and I will give it to you.”
“I can think of no better place to bow to you than on your throne,”
“What if someone comes in?” “Then they’ll get to watch me worship you like the queen you are.”
“That’s it. Take me just like that.”
