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As for why I want to marry you…” A wolflike hunger flickers in his gaze. “Let’s just say I find you interesting.” If my vagina could detach from my body and fling itself right onto his face, it would.
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.”
“Regretting asking me to marry you already, aren’t you? I could’ve told you I was a pain in the butt back at the shop, but watching you figure it out for yourself has been so much more fun. Would you mind if I tried a sip of that? Sophie forgot my martini, and as she’s probably sobbing into your mashed potatoes at the moment, I doubt I’ll see it any time soon.”
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, I’ll throw you onto that desk, tear off your panties, and give you what we both know you need.”
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.”
“Don’t look so pleased with yourself.” “I can’t help it.” “If you say one word about how much you think I liked that, I’ll commit an act of unspeakable violence.” “But you did like it.” He lowers his head to nuzzle his nose against the tender spot beneath my earlobe. Then he whispers into my ear, “You’ll like it even more when I fuck you.”
“You don’t want to murder me. You want to ride my big stiff cock until you come so hard, you pass out.” His language makes me gasp in disbelief.
When I continue to fight to get away, he says hotly, “Keep fighting me, and I’ll spank your pussy.” Shocked, I fall still and stare up at him with wide eyes, my heart hammering. “Good girl,” he murmurs, pleased. He kisses my forehead. Then he groans softly. “God, I can’t fucking wait to do that. I want to spank your pussy until you squirt all over my hand.”
“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.
“It might be all the sex talk that’s got me so worried. Especially this consummate-the-marriage thing. You never mentioned anything about that before. In fact, you promised I could have my own bedroom if I wanted. I’ve decided to take you up on that.” Callum’s smile comes on slowly. He seems to be amused by a thought, but doesn’t say it aloud. “What’s that face you’re wearing?” “Why? Is it making you nervous?” “Yes.”
He croons, “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.”
want to ask what’s in Prague, but get distracted by the way he’s nipping my nipple. When he slides the head of his cock inside me, I gasp. Against my breast, he murmurs, “Be a good girl and ask for my dick.” “Or you could be a good boy and just give it to me.”
“Oh, wife. If I wanted to take away your agency, I’d already have locked you in the basement and thrown away the key.” After a pause, he adds darkly, “And believe me, I’ve considered it.”
I blow out a hard breath. “You have abandonment issues, is that it?” “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?” “I’m getting an inkling.”
He growls, “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.”
“Oh, this old thing? I bought it with your ridiculous limitless credit card at some fancy boutique in Beverly Hills where the salespeople looked at me as if I’d given birth to Satan’s scaly, forked-tongue baby and was dragging it around by its bloody umbilical cord. So charming, those boutique ladies. They made me feel as if suicide was my only viable option.”
His heated gaze rakes over my breasts. “Careful, wife.” “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?” “Yes. A psychopath with too much money, too little patience, and too much confidence
“Callum?” “Yes, wife?” “Stop staring at me.” “Never.” “Try.” “Even if I tried, I couldn’t. It’s my favorite thing.”
Holding my startled gaze, he says softly, “Sweet little lamb. I’ll give you a five-second head start.” “No.” “Five.” I say sternly, “Don’t you dare start that counting thing.” “Four.” “I’m not kidding. I won’t run. I’ll stab you with my fork.” “Three.” My voice comes out breathless from nerves. “Callum, stop it.” His smile could send every demon screaming in terror straight from the depths of hell. “Two.” My mouth goes dry, my pulse goes haywire, and the hair on my arms stands on end. “One.”
“I missed you too. This big old castle gets lonely without its bad-tempered beast.” “Why don’t you call me when I’m away if you get lonely?” “Because asking that stupid batphone to call Daddy gives me hives.”
“Spread your legs.” “Whatever you’re thinking of doing with that berry, you can forget it.” Holding my gaze, he deliberately places the strawberry into the V between my closed thighs. “Callum. I’m serious. I don’t want fruit stored in my vadge. It’s not Tupperware.”
Sitting back on his heels to admire his handiwork, he says softly, “The tattoo is the first of many I’ll get with your name all over my body.”
Crushing me against his chest, he says gruffly, “I know you think we should’ve gone slow. But I know nothing of slowness. I dove into you like the ocean, headfirst, not caring if I’d drown.”
showed him pictures of him and the girl he was fucking behind your back and told him if he ever spoke to you again, I’d slit his throat. I was holding a rather large knife to his jugular at the time, so he wisely decided to believe me.” Stars burst in the corners of my vision. The room starts to spin. “Oh my God. Oh my God. You’re…you’re…” “Your husband,” he finishes, making it sound like a death sentence. “I was going to say evil!”
“Well, whoopdie-fucking-do for me! I won the psychopath lottery!” He chuckles. “I might have ambiguous morality, but I’m hardly a psychopath. What time will you be home?” “Never!”
When he kisses the back of my neck again, I say, “I swear on all things holy, if you try to fuck me right now, I will end your penis’s life.”
“Sometimes love doesn’t make any sense. But it doesn’t have to. When you find someone who makes your soul sing, all that matters is joining in the song.”
“Now listen to me. No, I’m not a knight in shining armor. I’m the bad guy. I’m the dragon the prince tries to slay in fairy tales. But this dragon is your slave whether you like it or not, and I always will be. We made a vow that included the words until death do us part’.”
He kisses my throat. His voice husky, he says, “I know I’m damaged. But all my broken pieces belong to you.”
Not all happily-ever-afters are for white knights, darling. Sometimes the villain gets the girl. And isn’t that a much more interesting ending to the story? With all my black heart, Your monster
The emotion in his eyes is overwhelming. “Because you’re everything good and true, and I trust you. With my heart, with my life, with everything I am, I trust you, Emery. And I’ve never loved anyone more.”
“Oh, wait. Before I say yes, I should see the ring. Make sure it isn’t another gaudy monstrosity.” “You already said yes.” “I could take it back.” “And I could lock you in a basement.”
