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His dark gaze rakes over me, head to toe. I swear I think he can see my naked body right through my clothes.
My vagina wakes up from her six-month nap and screams at me that though this man looks like the emotionally unavailable type with major control issues, she would very much like to be wrecked by him.
If my vagina could detach from my body and fling itself right onto his face, it would.
My heart starts to pound. My hands start to shake. This crazy son of a bitch actually sounds serious.
When he doesn’t respond and only stands there looking at me with an inscrutable expression, I grow self-conscious. “What?” “It’s just that people don’t often say no to me.” “Meaning never.” “Exactly.”
“If the large and intimidating stranger who walked into your bookstore and proposed marriage were looking at you as if you were his next meal, you might be tense too.” A note of darkness creeps into his voice. “If I were looking at you like you were my next meal, you’d already be eaten.”
How am I going to get through an entire lunch with this man without having a spontaneous orgasm? It’s impossible. I might have multiple orgasms just sitting next to him. His sexual magnetism is astonishing.
Whew. If I’m going to have to beat my vagina into submission every time this man says something sexy and commanding, my arms will fall off.
His tone gently mocking, he says, “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.”
My smile is small and nervous. I’d better get him talking about something else other than his appetite or my vagina will seize control of the rest of my body and stage a coup.
“Telling a woman not to overthink something is as dangerous as telling her to calm down when she’s angry.”
“Holy shit,” I breathe, astonished. “What is this?” “Chateau d’Yquem,” comes the amused reply. “It’s a French white. Do you like it?” I laugh. “Like it? I want to have its babies! This stuff is incredible!” Just to make sure, I drink more, then nod. “Yep, it’s the best thing I’ve ever put into my mouth.” When I realize how that sounded, heat rises in my cheeks. The heat grows hotter when Callum murmurs, “I’m sure we can find something better for you to put in your mouth, Emery.”
Pretending I’m accustomed to having billionaires use the local police force to kidnap me from taxis, I smile blandly at him. “Hello. Are you going to tell me why the cops snatched me from the back of my Uber?”
He fed you, Em. Even after you rejected him. And we both know where food sits in your hierarchy of needs. If you say ‘I’m hungry,’ there’s about twenty minutes before you turn into something that should be chained in a basement when the moon is full.”
“Hello, little lamb. Welcome to the lion’s den.”
When he turns his gaze to me, it’s so scorching, it could light the whole room on fire.
“Everything about you is my business.”
“You’re something much better than beautiful. And when we’re married, I’ll tell you what it is.”
“Are you kidding me? I’d say yes, then climb that man like he was a tree and fuck him silly!”
In a hot, dark voice, he says, “Because my wife asked me to. And I’ll give her anything she wants.”
“No. I don’t care what other women think of me. Because they’re not you.”
I close my eyes and grip the phone so hard, it’s a miracle the case doesn’t shatter. “All right, I’ll be serious. Are you listening?” I mutter, “Unfortunately, yes.” “There’s nothing in the contract about divorce because if you agree to marry me, you also agree to never leave me.” “I want to leave every time I spend more than ten minutes with you. How am I supposed to promise I’ll stay with you forever?” “Simple.” When he doesn’t continue, I say, “Waiting over here in nail-biting suspense, Hitchcock.” “Because you’re going to make a vow,” he says softly. “A very serious vow that includes the
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“Could you lower the stapler, darling? You look a little unhinged.”
Gritting my teeth and staring into his eyes, I say, “I don’t care how many people you can summon at midnight on Christmas Eve to do your bidding, demon spawn, I’m not one of them. And if you don’t move away right now, we’ll see exactly how weak I am, because I’m gonna start squeezing. I won’t stop until you’re passed out on the floor.” Into his eyes comes a look of such hot excitement and pure animal savagery, I almost pee my pants in terror. He grips my hips, yanks me against him, and growls, “You better make sure you squeeze hard, schoolgirl, because if I’m not passed out in five seconds,
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His hot gaze flashes up to mine. “You scared of me, little lamb?” “Call me a farm animal one more time, and your testicles pay the price. Step back.”
The man needs someone in his life who doesn’t cower or swoon in his presence. In fact, I’m probably doing a public service. I should get a tax credit for this.
He holds me captive between his spread legs and drinks from my mouth as if from a well of water he’s been crawling over miles of burning sand to reach.
“You don’t want to murder me. You want to ride my big stiff cock until you come so hard, you pass out.”
“Let me go. I’m serious.” “I’m never letting you go, wife. Get used to it.”
“God, I can’t fucking wait to do that. I want to spank your pussy until you squirt all over my hand.”
He turns his head and gazes at me. After a thoughtful pause, he says, “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.” He reaches out and caresses my cheek. His voice drops, and his eyes start to burn. “You belong to me.”
“You’re mine,” he interrupts firmly. “And if you ever start to doubt that, look at the ring on your finger.”
“I don’t even know where to start. Every time I have a conversation with that man, he turns my brain into mashed potatoes.”
I sense him before I see him, the way a storm brewing in the atmosphere can be felt long before the first drop of rain ever hits your face.
Then he steps into the room and an electrical current sizzles through me, alighting every nerve. Quiet as a panther, he moves closer.
“You need to learn to be my good girl.
“Have I told you lately that I can’t stand you?” “Yes, baby. But we both know you’re a liar.”
I cry out his name. “Yes, wife. I own you now. You’re mine.
When I turn my face toward his, he takes my mouth in a deep, dominant kiss. He’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted.
I wanted him before I even knew his name.
“Darling wife,” he whispers, laughter in his voice. “You’re such a shitty liar.”
I let my gaze trail over his body, taking in all the planes and angles, all the muscles and manliness and the tattoos down his arm, and pinch my lower lip between my teeth. Eyes aglow, he whispers, “That look will get you fucked again.”
I’ve never met anyone so fucking sexy who I also wanted to kill with my bare hands.
He draws the covers over me and kisses me on the forehead. “I’ll have some food sent up. In the meantime, rest.” He pauses, smoothing a hand over my damp hair. His voice an octave lower, he says, “And if I ever catch you without your ring again, darling, there will be hell to pay.”
I want to tie your legs to the bed, bind your hands above your head, bite your neck, and bury my cock in your gorgeous body.
“Flirt with another man again, wife, and I’ll send you his head on a platter.”
“He must’ve dicked all the anger out of me.”
“I have you issues. Do you have any idea how badly I want to throw you face-down onto that bed and spank you until you’re begging for mercy?”
“Oh my God, Callum. You’re absolutely insane.” “Yes. Get used to it.”
“Wife.” “Yes?” “I want to restrain you.”
