“Someone once told me not to run from monsters because they give chase.” The ghost of a smile crossed his face. “Next time, you run. Or if you can’t, you ram your knee into my balls.” He wasn’t joking. “If I’d done that today, you would have lost control. The only reason you didn’t was because I treated you like my husband, not a monster.” He traced my lips with his thumb, then brushed my cheek. “You are far too beautiful and innocent to be married to someone like me, but I’m too much of a selfish bastard to ever let you go. You are mine. Forever.”
