The Summer I Destroyed You (The Summer #4)

by Elizabeth O'Roark

But God, it was hot when she agreed. It’s the first time Emerson has ever given an inch, and what a fucking inch it was.

I don’t want to sleep with her. I want to punish her, devour her, make her beg, tear her apart, and put her back together. There wouldn’t be a minute of sleeping.

“Emerson, in spite of the fact that you think marriage is, and I quote, ‘a prison conceived of by men who are tired of doing their own laundry and cooking their own meals,’ we both know you can’t do laundry for shit and I’m the better cook.”