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She slammed her hands against my chest, jerking her head back. “Stop!”

Breathing hard, I lifted my head, but I didn’t let her go.

“It’s…t-too much,” she stammered and tried to pull away. “You’re too much. This whole day…all of it, is too fucking much. I don’t know you. I sure as hell don’t like you. I don’t fucking want you kissing me, and I definitely don’t want to sleep with you!”

This was all new to her, a shock. She’d change her mine, she had to. I wouldn’t accept anything else.

I ran my fingers down the side of her face. “I know, pet, but you’ll get used to it. You might even grow to like being here with me.”

She stared up at me, eyes wide. “You’re not just a psychotic monster…you’re fucking delusional.”

I’d heard variations of what she’d just said my whole life. As a boy I’d been confused, had wondered what was wrong with me, had tried to be something I wasn’t to put others at ease. As I’d gotten older, I’d embraced it.

But those words coming from Sophia, no, I didn’t like it, and without my say-so, the facade slipped, revealing the cold, twisted fuck I truly was, the psychotic monster she’d be sharing a bed with for the rest of her life.

“It’s a good thing you’re my wife, then,” I said, taking her chin in my hand. “I may be a monster, but I take care of what’s mine.” I breathed in her sweet vanilla-and-cinnamon scent. “I don’t break my toys, pet. As for being delusional?” I fisted the front of her dress and gathered it up slowly, shaking my head. “If I slid my hand inside your panties right now, are you telling me I wouldn’t find your pussy fucking soaking wet?”

Chapter Nine

Sophia

My heart was racing so fast I trembled.

My mind screamed to shove him away, but I couldn’t move, not when those cold green eyes had pulled me into his web and I couldn’t figure out how to claw my way back out. Oh god, he was right. The throb between my thighs was so intense, I had to squeeze them together, and the slight relief that offered forced a whimper past my lips.

His scarred and tattooed hand worked its way under my dress, brushing my bare flesh, before a rough-skinned finger slid up the seam of my tightly pressed-together thighs, and I shivered.

“Spread your legs,” he said.

I bit my lips, furious with myself. I should be fighting him, clawing and screaming, but what was the point? I was his now, my father had given me to this man, and if I ran, my brother would be in danger. Still, I tried to muster some kind of protest, but for some reason I couldn’t make myself say the words. I couldn’t make myself say no. My pride wouldn’t let me give in to him either, though.

His hand brushed over my panties before he worked his finger between my clenched thighs, grazing my clit through my underwear, and I whimpered again.

“Like I said, pet, fucking soaked.”

My breath shook from me, and I bit my lip harder.

“Giving in to this won’t change anything, Soph,” he said, his voice gentler again, but it wasn’t him, that was someone else’s voice. Dean’s voice. Even the Irish accent had vanished. He was giving me what he thought I wanted, and god help me, it was working. “You can still hate me while I fuck you so good you forget your own name. I won’t judge you for taking something for yourself, something that feels good. You deserve a reward.” He pressed his thumb to my lower lip, pulling it free from my teeth. “Now spread your legs for me.”

My muscles jumped, and I trembled from head to toe. I had to be demented because I wanted it, wanted what he was offering. An escape from the fear and the hurt of betrayal. He pressed down on my lip with his thumb, opening my mouth a fraction, and slid his thumb in, just a little, touching my tongue. It was strange, but it also caused a deep pulse inside me.

He shook his head. “It’ll be just between you and me.” He pressed a kiss to the corner of my mouth. “Spread for me.”

I couldn’t resist, I was aching so badly I couldn’t think straight. Soaking and swollen and desperate for him to take the fear and sadness away. I stepped out, just a little, and he instantly took full advantage, sliding his hand down the front of my underwear.

One of his thick fingers pressed in, right down the center, sliding over my slick clit, the tip of his finger notching at my entrance. “Such a good girl,” he said.

My knees almost gave out. I was ashamed that just hearing him say that, in that deep mesmerizing voice, pretending he was someone he wasn’t, nearly had the power to send me over the edge.

He pushed his thumb deeper into my mouth. “Suck it for me.”

Like the obedient little pet he’d called me, I did what he said, I sucked his thumb into my mouth.

“Your lips are so pretty, Soph.”

A coil of shameful pleasure tightened inside me at his praise. I felt as if I were losing my damn mind. His finger, still pressed to my opening, slowly, so slowly, pushed inside. I moaned around his thumb, and he started finger-fucking me.

“More?” he said, watching me closely.

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