Page 68 of Dangerous Contract: Part 1

“My bad.”

She pulled the paper back a fraction. Her signature was scrawled at the bottom of the page.

“See,” she said, tossing the paper back on the table. “The contract is signed. I’m all yours. Likewise, that means you’re mine now, Orazio. And you and I will sit here together until we both starve to death. This is love, right?”

“Starving to death? You know that isn’t love.”

“But when you were drunk, you were saying stuff like, I’m keeping you here because I love you.”

Damn. He was never drinking again.

“You also said you bought me because you love me. And you couldn’t let me go because that would destroy you.”

Why the hell did he drink that last glass? He was paying for it now.

She placed her hand against her chest, batted her eyelashes, and sighed deeply before saying, “And that wasn’t even the most romantic thing you said to me while you were drunk.”

Raz held in his groan. He didn’t want to know what else he’d said. But Monique was determined to tell him.

“You told me to consider the tip of your dick as a ring. And since you’ve already put a ring on my pussy, we should consider ourselves married.” She emitted another dramatic sigh. “That right there was some Hallmark-level romance.” She started clapping. “Bravo, Orazio. I mean, husband. You won my heart with that one.”

It was the husband part that stuck with him. Her calling him that felt good. It felt right. He wanted to hear her say it again. With a roll of her eyes, she stared back down at the paper she was reading. She picked up the pen next to her and began writing.

“What are you writing?” he asked, almost done working the rope loose.

“Our tragic love story. I want the world to know that we loved each other.” Her smile disappeared as she glared at him. “To death.”

“To death?”

“Like Romeo and Juliet.”

“Stop being dramatic.”Almost done with this rope.

“I’m living a real-life drama. Why can’t I write about it? I’ve been kidnapped by a rich man who swears he loves me too much to let me go. He’s paid all my bills and wants to cherish me for the rest of my life.”

“I never said for the rest of your life.” However, that was slowly turning into his intent.

“You said it when you were drunk.”

“You can’t take drunk words as truth,” he told her.

“Your drunk words are the same as your sober words. They’re all bullshit. How can I determine which ones are shittier than the others?”

This motherfucker!She stood up and stretched. His gaze roamed over her curves. She caught him looking.

“Like what you see?” she asked.

“You know I do,” he whispered, almost done freeing his hands, which had started getting some feeling back in them.

She leaned down, getting so close that for a second, he thought she was going to kiss him. That was wishful thinking on his part.

“Too bad,” she whispered, breath caressing his mouth, causing his cock to jerk. “Because you’ll never touch this body again. And....”

He freed his hands before she could finish her sentence. Though his hands felt like a thousand tiny needles were pricking them, he was still able to wrap his arms around her and pull her into his lap. Her sentence ended with a squeak as she plopped down into his lap. Her shocked gaze rose to his.

“Liar,” he whispered, staring down into her brown eyes and trying not to get lost there. “You said I’d never be able to touch you again. I’m touching you, Monique Rose. And I never plan to stop.”

She squirmed, trying to get out of his lap.

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