Page 12 of Wicked Oath

“No, Little Flower,” I say. “As long as you never try to hurt me, and you remain faithful, we will not have an issue.”

“Can you really go forever only fucking me?” she asks.

“Laney, I would live buried inside your pussy if I could,” I say, making her smile brightly. Fuck, she is so damn beautiful when she smiles. She should want to run from me. “You are the only one I will ever have sex with.”

“Good,” she says. “I don’t like sharing.”

“Me either,” I smirk. “Did you want to fuck last night, or was that assault? I was so caught up in my emotions that it was hard for me to slow down and pay attention.”

“I did want it,” she says. “You seem to enjoy when I fight. At the end, I was in pain, but I kept fighting anyway. I’m sore today, but it’s not a big deal.”

“You were crying before you came to bed. Why?” I ask. She starts to shut down and no longer makes eye contact with me. “Laney…”

“Can I be honest?” she asks.

“Please.”

“I feel like you are going to hurt me,” she says. “Not physically, I don’t think, but emotionally… You’re cold and indifferent and I wish I could be like you. If I didn’t care, then it wouldn’t hurt so badly to be used.”

“You think I use you?” I ask.

“Well, aren’t you?” she snaps. “You just want revenge on Logan. I am just a warm body to fuck and a presence to keep around to serve you. You don’t want me; you want what I can do for you.”

She’s wrong, but I don’t know how to explain it. “I have a lot of learning to do, Laney. I’ve never been interested in marriage until… Well until you walked into that house. I don’t date women. I just fuck them and move on, but I don’t want to do that this time. I want revenge, yes, but it’s more than just stealing you from him. It’s taking you and making you happier than he could have ever imagined. Only now I’m learning that he didn’t care about your happiness. I don’t know what he gained by keeping you, but I do know that I want to make you happy, and I want to take care of you.”

“My parents gave me to him,” she says. “They were merging their company with his and marrying me was how they were going to accomplish that… But now… I don’t know.”

“An arranged marriage?” I ask. “That makes sense.”

“Why? Because someone like him wouldn’t pick someone like me?” she asks harshly.

“No,” I frown. “Well… kinda. He wouldn’t pick the nice girl. He would choose someone already trained to be subservient. You… are not subservient.”

“Then what am I?” she asks with an attitude.

The chuckle bursts out of me. “A brat. You aren’t comfortable yet, but when you are… You are going to push me just for the sake of being punished.”

“Why would I want to be punished?”

“Because your punishment for being a brat to me will not be how Logan punished you for existing,” I say. “You smart off to me… and I’ll throat fuck you. Or maybe I’ll bend you over and fuck you to tears. Piss me off, and maybe I’ll tie you down and make you come so many times that you pass out only to wake up with my cock buried inside of you.Reallyfuck up and I’ll hold you down and fuck your ass while you beg for mercy.”

She is nearly panting as I talk, clearly liking the idea of being punished. “So… I think… you should go fuck yourself then,” she says with a playful smile that grows exponentially when I smile back at her.

“Laney, you are wanted here. My reasoning might stem from my hatred of Logan, but I still want you. I want you to want me. I don’t want to have to drag you to get married today. I want you to marry me out of spite for him. I am cold and heartless, but I will never hurt you. I expect you to bend for me, but I will never break you. I will build you up and pray that you stay with me.”

“You want to be loved,” she whispers.

“But I am not capable of love. Far too much has happened to me for me to be close to someone on that level. I cannot even promise that an hour from now I won’t be an asshole to you. Justkeep in mind that I will never cause you harm. I will never let anyone hurt you.”

“So… Do as you say but prepare to get fucked if I push back?” she asks.

“Yes.”

“And don’t expect you to show that you give a fuck when around others?” she asks, and I raise an eyebrow at her. “I don’t know who made you think you were heartless, but you’re not.”

“How do you figure?”

“If you were heartless, you wouldn’t care about my happiness,” she says. “You wouldn’t have clung to me all night through endless nightmares if you were heartless. Talon… I don’t know what they did to you, but I understand more than you know. I could have easily walked out of this house and far away from you last night, but I chose to stay and hold you through your nightmares. I will keep choosing that as long as you don’t hurt me. I still think you will hurt me emotionally, but I’ve been through far worse.”

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