“Here are the updated terms. I will not negotiate further. You marry me. I kill Peter. When you decide you’re tired of playing hard to get, you’ll crawl to me and beg for my cock. I’m all too happy to give it to you any way you like. Every way you like.”
He hauls me to an elevator and ushers me inside. The second we’re behind closed doors, I yank my arm free. “Manhandling is not sexy.” “I beg to differ.”
“I ought to put you over my knee for that bullshit.” She smiles sweetly. “We both know I’d enjoy that too much for it to serve as a deterrent. Give it up, Hook. I win this round.”
I have to bite down the impulse to tell Hook to put me down, that I’m too heavy. He’s obviously got things well in hand, and it’s just my fool brain being an asshole.
In such a fantasy world, this is the most real life sentence.
I narrow my eyes. “You’re just looking for a hand job.” “Maybe I’m just looking for you.” I don’t know what to say to that, so I back into the bathroom before my mouth can betray me yet again.
“I’m only doing this because I want to, not because you told me to.” “Bullshit. You get off on obeying my commands as much I get off on giving them to you.”
Marry me, and we’ll spend the rest of our lives bickering and fucking and raising a family of little hellions while we run this territory the way it should be run.”
Happily ever after
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