“I will not lay claim to you until my end of the deal is fulfilled.” “Lay claim to me?” A predatory smile took his face, and heat trickled through my core. “An old-fashioned expression,” he said dismissively. “Would you prefer something more modern? How about, I will not make you scream my name and beg for mercy as I ruin you for all other men?” Oh god. “This isn’t making me more comfortable about staying with you,” I croaked, as the now-familiar ache returned. I wouldn’t last a damn hour alone with him if he kept saying things like that. “The way I see it, Beth, you have a choice. Either you
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