More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
He tilts his head, daring me to say his name out loud. “Do you recognize me now, wife?”
“You’re my wife, Sofiya. That means you’re my responsibility. Whether you want it or not, I’m going to take care of you… in every way.”
“If you won’t wear my ring, I’ll tattoo one onto your finger. It’s your choice, Sofiya. But one way or another, no one will question who you belong to.”
I marked her because I wanted to and because the thought of her belonging to anyone else is like a stab to the gut.
“You are my wife, Sofiya. I’ll give you whatever you want. I’ll fly in the best dance instructors in Russia or build you a studio worthy of the Bolshoi. Whatever you want, I’ll make it happen.”
“Do you think I’d let anyone else see what’s mine, moya sladost? Your pleasure, your pain, your body and soul—belong to me, your husband.”
“Like all touch-her-and-die and I’ll-burn-down-the-world-for-my-woman alpha male.”
But monsters aren’t supposed to feel this way—destroyed by the sight of their captive in pain.
“I’m serious. I’m putting you on a timer,” I say, holding up my phone.
“Oh, sweet wife, you have no idea what you do to me. Your smell, your skin, the sound of your goddamn voice haunts me. It’s like every sweet inch of you was made to drive me insane. Now I’m going to need you to hold on tight because I’m about to fuck you so hard, you’ll feel me for days.”
And see the pomegranate seeds.”
“You’re mine, Sofiya. You’ve been mine since the moment you stepped into that Greek chapel.”
“You deserve it all, moya sladost. The sun, the moon, and the stars. If I could give you the world on a fucking platter, I would.”
She’s ruined me, this woman. And I don’t think there’s any way to come back.
“It was always yours, Sofiya. My home, my heart, my soul—they belong to you and always have. As long as I have you, I’ll never need anything else.”
