Joey (Chicago Ruthless, #2)

by Sadie Kincaid

I, Joey Moretti—a one hundred percent card-carrying feminist—would gladly drop to my knees and crawl to this man if he told me to.

“But I’m going to make sure you’re ready before I fuck you.” “Oh, god,” I whimper as tremors ripple through my body. “And I’m gonna need you soaking wet for the way I like to fuck.”

I guess the past doesn’t matter so much when my future is standing right here.

How do I expect her to be all I know she’s capable of being if I don’t let her breathe? If I wanted a submissive, compliant woman who obeyed my every whim, Joey Moretti wouldn’t be the woman for me.

I will never be anyone’s prey ever again. I am Joey Moretti, hear me fucking roar.

“Don’t you ever mistake my wife’s submission to me as anything but a reflection of my utter fucking devotion to her. I would crawl through fire and broken glass on my hands and fucking knees if she told me to. If you ever disrespect her like that again, I will rip out your fucking tongue and use it to choke you to death. You got that?”