Page 166 of Mayhem and Minnie

“You’re crass.” Her nostrils flare.

“I’m honest. I want to fuck you,” I murmur as I let my fingers trace the contour of her waist until I reach the curve of her hip. Spreading my palm over her ass, I pull her closer to me so she can feel what she does to me. She’s turned me into a fool ruled by his baser needs, and she needs to take responsibility for it—spell or no spell.

“I want to have you on my bed. Naked. Although…” I pause, letting my gaze roam over her glorious body. “A bed isn’t that necessary.”

She gulps down.

“I want to fuck you long and hard to make up for all the restless nights I spent going mad over you but with no relief in sight.”

“T-that sounds like a y-you problem,” she whispers, her tongue peeking out to wet her lips.

“And when you’re my wife, it will be your problem, Minnie.” I chuckle.

She blushes furiously and tries to push me away, turning her head so she looks anywhere but at me.

“I think you’re still confused from your injuries,” she mumbles. “I need to go…”

“You’re not going anywhere until you tell me the truth, Minnie.”

“What you’re saying is absurd, Marlowe. And your language is so sordid and?—”

“You think fucking is sordid?” I raise a brow.

“I mean… The word f-f-fuck is sordid,” she murmurs in a barely audible voice.

“Ah, Minnie. I’ll enjoy fucking that coyness out of you.”

“Please stop saying f-f-uck…” she whispers, her eyes squeezed shut.

“Why? It’s what married people do. And you want to marry me, don’t you?” I ask in a smooth voice. “That’s why you bewitched me. Because you want me, don’t you, Minnie?”

“Yes, but…”

Aha, there it is. I smile to myself.

“But?”

“I should go. You’re unwell and this is quite inappropriate and…”

“Why is this inappropriate, Minnie, when fucking is all we’ll be doing? Morning, noon, afternoon, evening, night… Maybe a few times in between,” I muse aloud.

“T-that many times?” she stammers, her eyes growing wide with shock. “Is that even possible?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t tried it.” I shrug. “But I’m looking forward to.” I wink at her.

She reddens even more, so much so, she resembles a cute little tomato that I wouldn’t mind taking a bite out of.

“You’re trying to scandalize me.”

“If you think this is scandalous, my little heathen, wait until you’re mine,” I murmur seductively. “I have so many plans for you.” Leaning in, I whisper, “And they all involve a variation of the word fuck.”

She sputters.

“Marlowe!” she cries out. “I… I need to go. Please let me go,” she says and renews her efforts to evade me.

I smile at her.

“Why should I?” I raise a brow. “I still have not extracted a confession out of you.”

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