Status Updates From The Sheikh's Disobedient Bride

She was angry, very angry and he didn’t blame her. Everything she’d said was true. Everything he’d done had been manipulative. The problem was, in her world what he’d done was wrong. Immoral. But in his world, he’d been sly, clever. He’d found the woman he wanted and taken her, made her his. In his world this was good. Successful.

“I’ll have to kill you,” she said dully, filled with weary resignation. “It won’t be easy, but it must be done.”

The tent was silent and for a long moment Tally held her breath, waiting for his response. And then it came. He laughed softly. “Good luck.”

“You’ve been to war?”
“I live the war.”
She didn’t know what that meant. It was such a vague, cryptic thing to say. Part of her wanted to know what he meant and another part of her didn’t. He was frightening, too frightening, his body a canvas of cuts and wounds, his strength formidable, his courage incomparable. She’d never met anyone who could do what he could do.

“You’ll be fine if you do what you’re told,” he added shortly, thinking he’d already spent far more time conversing than he liked. Talking irked him, it wasted time. Too many words filled the air, cluttering space, confusing the mind. Far better to act. Far better to do what needed to be done.

El final estuvo bastante decente

Detesto a las mujeres que no mantienen sus ideas solo porque les gusta estar en la cama con los tipos x-(