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“Yes.” “Yes, what?” “Yes, it belongs to you. All of me belongs to you.”
I wanted him before I even knew his name.
“Fuck, baby. You’re even better than I imagined. You’re everything I dreamed.”
“On your hands and knees. Get ready to open that pretty mouth for me.”
“Now suck and swallow. And don’t you spill one fucking drop of my cum, you understand me?”
But now it’s too late. We touched the fire. There’s no going back from here. The tragedy of it all is that I already know this man will ruin me, but even that isn’t enough to make me want to save myself. Now, I just want to jump into the flames and burn.
We’re cuddling? What a disaster.
“Annoyance always gives me courage.
“I love it when you glare at me like that. Small evil things are my favorite.”
Lowering his head, he whispers into my ear, “Your mouth is heaven.”
“Be a good girl and ask for my dick.” “Or you could be a good boy and just give it to me.”
“You’re not in charge of me.” “The hell I’m not.”
“My defiant little darling. Let’s see how long you can keep defying me before you start to beg.”
“Make another sound, and I’ll give you something to keep you quiet,”
Now use your words and your manners. I won’t give you what you want until you ask for it nicely.”
“Please,” I beg in a broken whisper. “I need you.” Exhaling with a groan, he says, “Ah, God, baby, I’ve waited so long to hear you say that.”
gasping with the kind of pleasure that walks the razor’s edge with pain.
“And if I ever catch you without your ring again, darling, there will be hell to pay.”
“Please don’t stand up. I’m not royalty.” “Around here, you are.”
“Don’t let the flowery cover fool you. This sucker will burn off your eyebrows.”
“Flirt with another man again, wife, and I’ll send you his head on a platter.”
For such a control freak, he loses his shit on the regular.
I agreed to marry you, not hand you the keys to my autonomy.”
“You have abandonment issues, is that it?” “I have you issues.
😫
But I can’t promise I won’t be possessive, or worry about you when I don’t know where you are, or want you to show me the simple courtesy of informing me of your whereabouts, because that would mean I’d have to become a different man.
I know I’m not perfect, but you don’t have to play games to try to get me to change my behavior. Tell me, and give me the opportunity to correct it myself.”
“Oh my God, Callum. You’re absolutely insane.” “Yes. Get used to it.”
“Wife.” “Yes?”
It’s a thrilling sort of darkness that courses through my veins on seeing that look. It makes me feel bold and uninhibited, sexy and feminine, and honestly as powerful as fuck.
“Wife. Please.” “Do you want me?” “You know I do.” “And if I let you have me, will you promise to take care of me?”
“I promise to take care of you in every way for the rest of both our lives. Now give me fucking permission to touch you before I die of need, you stubborn fucking woman.”
So charming, those boutique ladies. They made me feel as if suicide was my only viable option.” “Tell me which ones, and I’ll have them all fired.”
“No, you be careful. Because if you think you married a pushover, think again.” “I know exactly who I married,” he says softly, his eyes piercing. “Do you?”
“Sweet girl,” he whispers, a thrill in his voice. “My dirty sweet girl. You were made for me.”
“Ask for it, wife.”
I squeeze my eyes shut tight and decide to book an appointment with a reputable therapist first thing tomorrow morning.
“Yes, baby,” he pants. “Fall apart for me. Now be a good cum slut and get on your knees.”
“My sweet wife. You’re so fucking perfect.”
“And the next time you think about handcuffing me to the furniture again, remember that an angry wife is a dangerous thing. Tread carefully.”
“Not everyone in this marriage has quite the refined sense of vengeance you do.”
You nearly ripped the head off one of my customers just for standing next to me.”
“I did. And the same thing will happen with any other man you stand too close to. So do the male population of Los Angeles a favor and keep your smiles for your husband, or you might find yourself standing in a pool of someone else’s blood.”
“Normal is overrated. And if you ever start to doubt that, go for another ride in the Ferrari.”
“Callum?” “Yes, wife?” “Stop staring at me.” “Never.” “Try.” “Even if I tried, I couldn’t. It’s my favorite thing.”
His smile could send every demon screaming in terror straight from the depths of hell.
“You have to trust me,” he says urgently, gazing deep into my eyes. “My trust is earned, not dispensed on demand.” “Then at least cut me some slack until you can trust me.”
“You okay?” “No. But I will be as soon as I’m inside you.”
He’s beautiful, this mysterious stranger I married. A beautiful enigma who walks through the world as if he owns it, wearing all his secrets like a second skin.
“Now get on your hands and knees like a good girl and show me how much you missed me with that pretty mouth.”
“Callum?” “Yeah, baby?” “You don’t really think you’re the boss of me, do you?”
