Page 231 of Never Fall for an Angel

He’s offering me up a Hail Mary before he takes what he wants anyway.

It’s . . . unnerving.

So is the dark chuckle that rumbles through his chest when I don’t move, and he holds the cuffs up for me to see them broken right at the center.

Oh, shit.

“Remember, you’re my wife, and I love you.”

“Why?” I ask breathlessly, and his lips tip up with a menacing smile.

God, that’s terrifying.

“Because when I catch you, I’m going to fuck you like you’re my whore.”

CHRISTIAN

She runs as fast as she can, barely making it halfway down the hallway before I catch up to her. Stooping down, I hook my arms around her waist and haul her over my shoulder.

“Christian, please . . .” she begs breathlessly, and the dry chuckle that leaves my lips is nothing but deranged.

“What’s the matter, baby? I thought you wanted to play dirty?” My hand connects with her bare ass, and she jerks in my arms. Unfortunately for her, she can’t escape me.

I haul her into the bedroom and drop her on the bed, my eyes taking in the way her tits bounce with the impact in the smokey set of lingerie I got her.

I knew she’d look beautiful in it. I just wasn’t planning on how muchI’dlike seeing it on her.

“I was going to go easy on you tonight,” I murmur, stepping over to the dresser and grabbing what I need. I’d already gotten everything we need for tonight a few weeks ago, since we first talked about this. “Now you’ve pissed me off.”

Her pretty eyes widen when I hold up the handcuffs in my hand.

Handcuffing her is the last step in gaining her trust. Her doing it to me first makes it even sweeter.

“What are you doing?” she asks when I cock my head at her, watching the unsteady rise and fall of her chest. Her lips part over her breath, and her cheeks are flushed. She’s never looked more beautiful. Messy hair, soft pouty lips.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” she swallows heavily.

Fuck, my chest aches just looking at her.

“Turn over.”

“Wait—” she starts in a panic.

“I won’t ask again. Bend the fuck over.”

She swallows, shivering as she slowly spins over, pretty fucking ass in the air begging for me.

I step up behind her, my eyes tracing over the curves of her hips, her ass, her back.

Fucking made for me.

My fingers trace the wet silk covering her pussy, and I hiss out a breath through my teeth.

“Did you like me at your mercy, baby?” I ask, my voice rough. My cock pulses when a shiver slips down her spine, and the need to bury myself in her roars in my veins. “Did you like knowing you were in control?”

“Yes,” she breathes, her eyes screwed shut. She moves her hips from side to side, attempting to lessen the pressure, but I don’t let her. My hand connecting with her ass causes her to yelp before the sound dissolves into a moan, and I bite back a grin.

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