Page 20 of His Wild Seduction

Sometimes it was good to remember things. It helped me be prepared for moments like this.

Annoying my soon to be wife was simply a fucking bonus.

“Wives generally live with their husbands,” I replied.

“Fine. I suppose they do. But you don’t expect me to sleep in the same bed as you?” she asked, turning bright pink, and shocking the shit out of me.

“In fact, I do,” I answered, surprising myself.

Admittedly, I hadn’t thought through to that part.

But my dick had been half hard from the first second I’d walked into that conference room and saw her sitting there. Now that we were exchanging words, it was at full fucking mast.

“I expect a wife, Little Red. Not a trophy.”

“But why now? Why me?”

“I’m forty years old. It’s time,” I said.

“I can’t believe you would threaten all those people just to force me to marry you,” she said, but I just shrugged.

“I’m not threatening anyone. Franklin signed the contract. He knew what would happen. Now, do you want to save those jobs or not?”

The fact was, I had no real plans to fire anyone. But she didn’t know any of that.

And I wasn’t even considering making her share my bed as part of the agreement until she’d suggested it.

I mean, I was a bad guy, and I was definitely going to do something.

I just hadn’t worked out the what part until I saw her. Then I knew exactly what I wanted.

Meredith Gray. Always Meredith Gray.

Marrying her seemed the perfect answer. I could satisfy my perverse obsession with seducing her and bring my Little Red to her knees. Finally.

Hey, I might be a dick. But I was fucking owed.

This woman raked me over the coals. She killed whatever heart I used to have fifteen years ago.

I was marrying her for vengeance. Not for love. I could have sex with her without falling into old habits.

I just had to keep telling myself that.

And I was man enough to admit that despite everything this here felt right.

It was like a light switch had flicked on in my dark side of the world the second I decided to marry her. Even when I said it, I thought it was because I wanted her to suffer like I had.

Only as I stared at her in that hospital bed, looking so fucking lost and tired and fragile, I didn’t want her to suffer anymore.

I wanted to take care of her.

In fact, I was thinking maybe I just wanted her. Period.

“Tick Tock, Little Red. What will it be?”

I didn’t think it was possible for her to go paler, but she did.

Her mouth opened and closed, and I thought for sure she was going to tell me to go fuck myself.

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