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The devil never showed up in a cheap, knock-off suit—he always came clad in Armani, didn’t he?
“Because you just degraded her. I told you that several people sang her praises, and you said it must be because they want to sleep with her. How would you feel to hear someone speak about your mother or your sister like that? I know you’ve been through a lot, and leaving the SEALs was harder than you thought it would be, but that does not give you permission to be an asshole. I’d rather have someone lose their temper at a gas station than have someone belittle another person just because they didn’t get their way. You’re better than that, Wolf.”
The man oozed BDE.
But he’d met his match. Because we both had big dick energy. And I would not back down, even if he was the sexiest man I’d ever laid eyes on.
“You’re so fucking aggravating. So far under my skin, I can’t fucking see straight.”
“Yeah. You will be. If you so much as look at Dylan Thomas again, I will hunt your ass down and fucking end you. You won’t be the first one I’ve done it to, so don’t press your luck.”
“Come for me, Minx,” I whispered against her skin, and her body convulsed against me, and she cried out my name as she rode out every last bit of pleasure. Fuck me. If I never kissed another woman again, I’d die a happy man. That was the hottest fucking make-out session I’d ever experienced in my life.
This was not the norm. Not now. Not ever. I wasn’t a cuddler. I wasn’t an affectionate person. I wasn’t a talker. But something about this woman made it impossible not to touch her. Not to want to keep her close.
“I told her I was in a relationship. Because whatever the fuck this is, it makes me happy. I don’t want anyone else. And I know that fucking scares you, and it scares me, too. And maybe it will end in a day or two. Who the fuck knows? But I told her I wasn’t interested because I was with someone else.”
“I don’t see me skiing down any slopes in my underwear. But I’ll happily drop to my knees anytime you want me to.” I nipped at her bottom lip as we pulled up in front of our building.
“Mine.” The word had more meaning than I wanted to admit. Because she was mine. There was no way around it anymore.
Dylan Thomas was what had been missing from my life. This wasn’t temporary—this was forever.
“I fucking love you, Dylan Thomas,” I whispered and closed my eyes. I felt a weight lift off my shoulders once I said it. Words I never thought I’d say to a woman that wasn’t my mother or sister. Even though she hadn’t heard me say it, I had. And it felt good to say it out loud.
pulled on a pair of leggings beneath Wolf’s sweatshirt. I closed my eyes and sniffed it because it smelled like him. And apparently, I loved the smell of the devil. Because I was a masochist. I’d fallen in love with a man who wasn’t capable of loving anyone but himself.
“I’m sorry. I can’t tell you where he went, but just know it’s to help someone in need. Because that’s the kind of man he is. He protects the ones he loves.”
I couldn’t fucking fathom the thought of anyone hurting her. I’d burn down the whole fucking city.
“Minx. I love you in a way I didn’t know was possible. My life doesn’t work now without you, and I want you to know that if I don’t make it home, you were my last thought. My only thought. I know you’re pissed because you’re always pissed at me, right?”
“I left you because I would die before I let anyone, or anything, hurt you. This is what I know. My need to protect you is innate. And if I survive this, I’m coming for you. I’ll always come for you, Minx. You’re mine, and I’m yours. No more secrets. No more exit strategy. And if I don’t come back, I hope that you won’t date anyone else because I will hunt that fucker down from the grave. I love you. The big, bad Wolf.”
“We don’t do anything conventional, Minx. But you’re it for me. I already know you’re my forever, so I thought we could make it official. We love big. We fight hard. And we just work. I’m not certain about a lot of things in this life, but I’m certain about you. About us.”
“What do you say, Minx… You want to get hitched?”
