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“What did you expect? Zebra print walls and some inspirational quotes? Something like, Only you can be the one to make it happen?” he mocks.
“I feel that way too. But, I do have to go away for a little while, love.” My smile falters. “Where? Not prison, I hope.”
“No.” His voice is firm. “No? You’re telling your wife no?”
“Temptress. I am not taking you into an active warzone to watch me torture a man.”
“It’s dangerous.” “More dangerous than what you just did to me?” I spit back. “Low blow,”
You don’t have to take on the world on your own.
I’m not just his wife. I’m his partner. At work, at home, and in every shadow his world demands.
“What are you doing?” His voice is full of hunger. “Fucking some sense into my husband.”
“Yeah. Really. Whatever you think this will achieve, you’re sorely mistaken. I’m not a man you tie up without consequence.”
“So… you don’t want your breakfast now?” I lift myself, hovering just above him. “Stephanie.” His growl sends sparks through me. “That’s a shame. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Didn’t they teach you that in med school in Dublin, Finn?”
“I suppose you did get all my toys delivered. Nothing like reading a good book with one of those. Hmm. Maybe that will be fun.”
“All you have to do is agree to take me, Finn. Say the words, and I’ll sit on your face and let you taste what’s yours.” “This is cruel, baby.” His breath is hot against my thigh. “I know. But you love me this way.”
“Stephanie. Pull those panties to the side and sit the fuck down,” he growls. Sparks shoot through me. “Does that mean I can come?” I ask, looking down at him. His eyes burn into mine. “You can come on my face, yeah.”
“Fine. Yes. My demanding wife. You can come to London with me. But you’ll follow every damn instruction. You won’t leave my side. And I’ll be taking you up on that offer of fucking every ounce of frustration out on you, even if I’m covered in blood. Do you hear me?”
The second my wrists are free, the beast inside me snaps loose. I hurl her across the bed like she weighs nothing, her back hitting the mattress. I’m up on my feet, and I drag her down and pin her to the floor. Before she can even blink, I’m on top of her. My mouth crushes hers, teeth clashing. She tastes like sin, like victory, like the one thing I’ll never let go of.
“You tied me up?” I growl against her skin, biting again at her collarbone until I feel her shudder. “You thought you could trick me into getting your own way?” And she can. Because she won.
“I don’t get restrained, temptress. I do the restraining.”
“You’ll wear me,” I snarl. “Every mark, every bruise, every bite. You’ll carry them until you can never forget who you belong to.”
“You’re mine,” I whisper against her hair. “And I’ll never let you go. Even if I ruin you.”
“I’m yours to ruin, Finn. Do your worst,”
And I know, with bone-deep certainty, she doesn’t want saving. And that she wants me—exactly as I am.
“I thought you were taking an army with you?” I whisper. “We are. We just have separate jets. You don’t take a whole army on one plane.”
“What’s your favorite food?” I ask softly. “Your pussy,” he answers flatly.
“You already know all the important things. More than anyone else, ever, in my life.” His voice is low as he presses a kiss to the top of my head. “Yeah, but I want to know the trivial stuff too. Like what I can do for your birthday. Date nights. Fun stuff.”
His hands slide over my hips, and he squeezes. “Baby, I need something to grab hold of to fuck you thoroughly. These are staying. Your ass is staying. I want you exactly how you are.”
“If you even contemplate arguing with me on this, I’ll feed you every damn meal myself. Mouthful by mouthful. Got it?”
“So you do jerk off to other women?” I ask. His expression hardens like stone. “No. I don’t even touch myself. I have no need. And now, the only time I will is if I’ve got a front-row seat of your ass so I can paint my cum all over your cheeks.”
“Noted. Want me to spread them apart, or…?” He groans low in his throat. “Not here, love. Not here.”
“Oh yeah? You still want to be Daddy Finn, huh?” His mouth finds my ear. “I’ve already started tracking your cycle, temptress. It’s not an if, it’s a when.” My eyes widen. “You… what?” “I’m a doctor. And I know you very, very well, Stephanie,”
“You better get all the action in before then, doctor.” His fingers curl lightly around my throat. “Nothing can stop me from having you, love. We’ve established that the blood doesn’t faze me.”
“Family is everything to me, temptress. I’d die for them. I’d die for you. And for our children? I’d rip my own heart out for them. You’ll never have to worry. Here, we stick together. Always.”
“You’ll always be safe with me,” he whispers, sealing it with a kiss. “And your heart is safe with me, Finn. I swear.”
“Your wife not only had a hit out on you twice, but she was also prepared to shoot Conan. I don’t think you are in any place to talk shit about my fuckin’ wife, Declan. Choose your next words very carefully.”
The energy shifts in the room. My heart slams against my ribs. I turn, and my lungs seize. “Holy shit, love. You look breathtaking.”
“Absolutely beautiful, temptress. Gorgeous. Stunning. A masterpiece. Perfection.” My lips hover over hers. “All fuckin’ mine.”
“I’ll look good as an accessory on your arm, Dr. Quinn.” “No. You’re the main event.”
“It’s done. Now we have one more task to complete. Then I’ll be free.” She wraps her arms around my neck. “And then what’s the plan?” “World’s ours, love. Whatever we want to do. Just as long as we’re together.”
They run New York. She’s the commissioner.” My jaw nearly hits the floor. “Pardon?” “Corruption at its finest,”
“Nice. Married the boss.” She winks. “That wasn’t my initial plan.” “No. She wanted to kill me, really,”
“I’m not your typical surgeon. I guess you could say I have a past. And… some interesting pastimes.” Their eyes light up. “Tell us more,” Mila presses, leaning in. “Well,” I lower my voice, “up until recently, I had a part-time gig at a strip club. So I could hunt down men from my past… and kill them in their sleep.”
“Ever shot someone?” he asks casually, but I feel the weight of the question in my bones. I shake my head. “No. But I know how to use one.”
Precaution. Nothing about this night feels like precaution.
“And what if he brings an army? What if he’s already planted bombs there?” Drago asks, his voice like ice. “We own the building. Twenty-four-hour security. You think I wanna get blown up? No thanks.
“It’s beautiful here, Finn.” “Hmm. It is,” he rasps. A blush spreads up my neck as I glance at him. He isn’t looking anywhere else other than at me. “Smooth,” I tease.
“You need me? Huh? Or just my dick?”
“You did. But I’d still have to try out alien dick if I ever get the chance.”
The husband who teased me about chocolate strawberries and alien dick is gone.
My pulse stutters because I realize this is what he meant. The version of him that has to exist to keep me safe.
My husband isn’t just a man. He’s a deadly weapon.
No matter how much you prepare, no matter how many people stand on your side, you never know when shit will go south. It’s how I’ve lived my entire life. Coiled. On edge. Waiting for everything to fall apart.