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She continued to ride my hand as my fingers moved inside her until I felt a rush of her essence over my fingers as she trembled. Her eyes were slightly glazed, and her cheeks flushed when I pulled my hand free. I placed the two fingers in my mouth and licked them clean as she watched.

“The only man you will ever be on your knees before is me, love. And I can’t tell you how much I look forward to seeing your lips wrapped around my cock.” I gripped the back of her neck and pulled her mouth to mine, knowing she could still taste herself on my tongue. “But first, I have a surprise for you.”

Chapter Eight

Bri

The desire I had for this man was almost like a craving, an addiction I couldn’t deny, and I hated myself for allowing it to overpower my good sense. The thought of resisting never crossed my mind when his hands touched me. Although I still protested when he claimed that I belonged solely to him, the idea of being in his bed was not nearly as disturbing as it should be. There was something about him, something that was almost as magnetic as it was alarming. Whenever he kissed me or touched me in places no one had before, it was as if I was in a drugged stupor unable to fight against the hold he had on me.

Even the danger surrounding him did not detract from the sexual appeal that radiated from his every pore. I had to get control of my emotions, of my desires. I couldn’t let my body betray me. The man was a threat and I had to find a way to walk away. I couldn’t continue to allow him to control me, to use me, no matter how much pleasure his touch brought me.

The car came to a stop in front of a large cathedral.

“Why are we stopping here?”

He reached over and took my hand. “There is something that needs to be done.”

“If we are here for the priest to listen to your confession, we will be here all day.”

The driver opened the door for him, and he stepped out of the car tugging me behind him. “Confession is not my thing, Angel. We are here for something entirely different.”

I followed behind, not really paying attention until we entered the sanctuary and saw a priest standing at the end of the aisle, wearing his long robes and holding a bible in his hand. An ominous feeling swept over me, and my nerve endings began to tingle as my brain started sending out warning signals to the rest of my body.

I stopped suddenly and pulled my hand from his grasp. “What’s going on? Why are we here?”

I wasn’t sure why my instincts were sending me red alert warnings. Surely, he had not brought me here to have a priest give me last rites before he killed me. I shook the absurd thought from my head. I was being ridiculous. No, I wasn’t here because he wanted to kill me.

I felt his hand reach for mine again, this time holding me tighter. He stood in front of me, blocking my view of the priest who was still standing and waiting.

“Do not make a scene. I will caution you about what you say. Father Michael is a friend of mine and while he knows what I do, I still do not wish for him to think the absolute worst of me.”

“Great. I’ll just wait here in this pew while you conduct whatever business you and the good Father must do.”

He squeezed my upper arms a little firmer. “I’m afraid your presence will be required.”

The increased intensity in his eyes made my pulse quicken. “Stop being cryptic. There is a reason you brought me here, what is it?”

It was easy to see from the arrogant tilt of his chin that I would not like what he was about to say.

“When you first walked into the club, I knew at that moment that I would have you in my bed. At first, that was enough. But after touching you and tasting you, after learning that I was the only man to have ever had you, I knew a few nights would not suffice. But as you have already learned, the world in which I live is dangerous. I am surrounded by it. It isn’t safe for you to be around me, in my life, without protection. Not to mention the fact that you are running from a man that tried to rape and kill you. This way I know you will be safe, and you will receive the respect you deserve; other men will not even entertain the thought of having you for themselves, and it will make it easier for me to protect you.” He gave me a crooked smile. “Not to mention the added benefit of no longer having to listen to your constant insistence that you don’t belong to me.”

I listened but still wasn’t sure of what he was trying to tell me. “So, are you going to leave me here with the priest? Why not just let me go home?”

My face must have given away my confusion. He leaned closer, his voice was at the same time soft yet firm as steel.

“No, my plans do not include leaving you here. You are mine, Bri. I have already claimed you. You can deny it, you can try to fight me on it, but nothing will change that fact. If you try to run, I will chase you. You can try to hide, but I will always find you. You can scream and rage at me, but the inevitable will happen. You will become my wife on this day.” He shrugged hisshoulders nonchalantly. “And as my wife, you will be protected from both your enemies and mine.”

I couldn’t have heard what I thought I did. I must have misunderstood or maybe this whole thing was some weird dream. There was no way in hell he thought I would agree to marry him. “You brought me here to marry me? Are you delusional?”

I put a hand over my mouth as a burst of laughter sprang forth. “This is a joke, some sort of trick or game you are playing. Trying to shock me or cause me to panic? Because I know you can’t be serious.” I laughed again and his eyes narrowed slightly. “You can’t think that I would agree to something so ridiculous, so incredibly bizarre. We haven’t even known each other for a week.”

“I know how hard you come for me when I am deep inside you. I know the seductive sounds you make when you reach the point where you can’t hold back anymore. I know what it feels like to have your body against mine. I know you like the way my tongue feels when it licks your folds before I suck your clit. I savor the sweetness of your taste, your smell, the feel of your skin, and every curve of your body. I know I was the first and only man that will know those things about you.”

From the way his eyes had narrowed, and his lips had thinned into a firm hard line, I was beginning to think that he was indeed serious.

“This can’t be real. I’m not going to marry you.”

“I am quite serious, and I don’t have time to indulge you in another argument. So, shall we get on with it? Father Michael was gracious enough to work us into his schedule today.”

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