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“Don’t diss romance novels, Murph! They’re the only thing that’s gotten me through the last year!”
“To the future. May it be as bright as you all deserve. From the bottom of my heart, thank you for being such wonderful friends. Actually, you’re more than my friends. You’re my family. I love you all.”
“I want you to marry me.”
And next you’ll tell me you’re a billionaire book lover who wants to help save my store.”
“If I were looking at you like you were my next meal, you’d already be eaten.”
“It’s only lunch. There’s nothing to be afraid of.” It’s chilling how strongly I suspect both those statements will turn out to be lies.
“I’ve been obsessed with you for years. I’ve watched you from afar, planning, scheming, waiting for exactly the right moment to make you mine. Now all my planning has paid off, and the moment is here.”
His mysterious smile grows wider. “Hello, little lamb. Welcome to the lion’s den.”
“Telling a woman not to overthink something is as dangerous as telling her to calm down when she’s angry.”
“Wait, this is confusing. Just because you’re rich doesn’t mean you wouldn’t murder anyone.” “It means I wouldn’t have to do it myself.”
“I’m sure we can find something better for you to put in your mouth, Emery.”
We both know that I’m five-feet-two inches of bad attitude, high anxiety, and no filter. Nobody’s jealous of that. And by the way, why can’t we come up with another word than ‘curves’? I’m not a mountain road, for fuck’s sake.”
I could figure out what I really wanted to do with my life. Who I actually wanted to be, aside from the person I was always expected to be. The good girl. The dutiful daughter. The person who took on the identity her parents wanted for her. The hardworking, self-sacrificing, loyal-to-the-family-before-all-else child.
“Haven’t you ever heard of personal space?” “Not a fan.” He looks at my mouth and licks his lips.
everything about this man seems designed to draw a woman in close. His face and body lay the trap, but it’s his eyes that are the real snare.
“Everything about you is my business.” “Since when?” “Since you’re going to be my wife.”
“You’re something much better than beautiful. And when we’re married, I’ll tell you what it is.”
“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”
“Love is overrated, in my opinion, and an unreliable basis for something as serious as marriage.
“Because my wife asked me to. And I’ll give her anything she wants.”
“Why is it so hard for you to believe I’ll give you whatever you want?”
“No. I don’t care what other women think of me. Because they’re not you.”
“I told you I’d give you whatever you wanted. All you need to do is ask.”
Except I could cry in my Lamborghini instead of my beat-up Volkswagen, which sounds a lot better.
“We’re getting married. Or did you already forget that you said yes?”
You hung up on me when I said I’d be your wife, then you show up a nanosecond later with an attorney and a priest!”
a king
“You scared of me, little lamb?”
“What are you doing?” I cry, panicking. “Taking my wife home.”
On the best of days, my brain works at about ten percent capacity. Today, that wimp quit for good and left anxiety in charge.
“What’s happening?” “We’re going home.” “Your home?” “Our home.” “But…I’m working.” “Not anymore, you’re not.”
“Why are you acting so weird?” His smile is beautiful and terrifying. “Because your favorite word in the English language is no. But I just got you to say yes.” “Oh, I get it. You think you won, huh?” “Whose ring is that on your finger?”
screaming
Did I just legally promise myself to a psychopath? Oh God, what have I done?
“We’ll see. In the meantime, there’s one last thing we have to do to make the marriage legal.” Suspicious of his tone and this new curveball, I say, “What?” “Consummate it.”
“Let me go. I’m serious.” “I’m never letting you go, wife. Get used to it.”
The way he said “wife” is so possessive, it makes my face hot.
“You never have to be afraid of anything again. If you have a problem, I’ll fix it. If you need something, I’ll give it to you. If anyone bothers you, I’ll make them wish they hadn’t. Whatever you want or need, you tell me, and you’ll have it. You’re mine now.”
“You’re mine,” he interrupts firmly. “And if you ever start to doubt that, look at the ring on your finger.”
“When I said you don’t have to be afraid of anything again, that includes me. I’ll never harm you, Emery. And deep down, you know that, or you’d never have agreed to become my wife.”
“And I’m gratified that you’re not one of those silly girls who’d be offended or refuse to use it on the grounds of your feminism or some such.”
“My brand of feminism is too smart to turn down free stuff. By the way, I borrowed one of your cars.”
“Don’t roll your eyes at your husband, darling. That will earn you a spanking.”
My new husband and I are going to have a serious discussion about personal boundaries when he gets back.
I can tell you with total confidence that he’d do anything to make you happy. It’s all he wants.”
But words become unnecessary when he leans down and kisses me.
“I know, baby. I know what you want. And as soon as you ask me properly, I’ll feast on this pretty wet cunt, then fuck it. If you’re a good girl and you ask very nicely, I’ll spank your sweet ass, then fuck that too.”
Now ask me for what you want. And say please. You have five seconds.”
“Have I told you lately that I can’t stand you?” “Yes, baby. But we both know you’re a liar.”
“Come for me, baby. Let the whole city hear who you belong to.” I scream his name.
“That’s my good fucking girl. Now ask me to spank your ass.”
“Yes, wife. I own you now. You’re mine. Now take my dick like a good girl and maybe I’ll let you suck me off when I’m ready to come.”
