Page 91 of Brutal Savage

“You’re my wife. My property.” A single finger traces up my sternum, causing a breathy sigh to escape. “You will share my bed. You will share your body. And I will own every inch of you.”

I shouldn’t like his words, yet all I want is to hear them again.

How is he doing this to me?

“I want an heir, and you will give me one. That’s all I need to make my father happy.”

“That’s all you want? One child?” I breathe, still not turning toward him, afraid of the feelings he elicits from me.

“That’s all.” His mouth drops to the crook of my throat, and my head falls against his chest.

“And our child has two parents who don’t even love each other?”

“No,” he husks. “Our child will have parents who love him.”

“Or her.”

“Yes…or her. But we don’t have to love each other to have a child.”

“And you’re gonna wanna…”

“Fuck?” he grunts, rolling a thumb over a pebbled nipple. “Yes. A lot.” His teeth nip my earlobe, and I let out an illicit moan. “I thought we established all this earlier. How quickly you forget.”

“Mm…” I can’t help how amazing this feels.

“You keep sounding so good, and I might start trying early.”

“Oh, God… After the baby, you…you won’t touch me anymore, right?”

Please touch me again…

“Well, you will be my wife, and a man does have his needs. Do you suggest I go elsewhere?”

“No.” The answer is instant.

“Good girl.”

I want him so badly, I can’t even comprehend feeling this way for a man. Never been this way for anyone.

“I’ll not only pay you for every year we remain married, but I will also pay you to have my children.”

“You mean our children, and you said you only needed one.”

“Yes, Mrs. Quinn.” He spins me around until my body is pressed up against his. “But with all our fucking, we may end up with more than one child.”

His words flit down my skin, causing every inch to wake.

“You understand how crazy this is, right? Please tell me you understand.”

He nods. “I never wanted a wife. It was never in the cards for me, but my father had other plans.”

“It wasn’t in the cards for me either.” I glance at my feet right before he takes my chin firmly in his hand.

“Why not?”

The way he looks at me, it’s like he wants to see me. Like he wants to know everything about me. It’s almost enough to tell him everything.

Almost.

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