Page 37 of Desperate Actions

And just like that, she drops her gaze, her fingers twisting together, her whole body tensing with something that looks an awful lot like shame.

I don’t like that.

I don’t want her looking anywhere but at me.

I tilt her chin up, forcing those stunning green eyes back to mine.

“Aella, you’ve belonged to me since you were just a kid. Do you deny it?”

Her breath hitches.

She shakes her head.

Another victory.

“You know that, don’t you, Pixie? You’re mine. Always been mine.”

Her lips part, but she doesn’t argue.

She never could when it came to me. And she can’t now. Not about belonging to me.

That’s enough. It has to be.

So I take the win, and I march forward, pushing through the chapel doors.

But before I can make it three steps, she speaks.

“Okay.”

I stop.

Turn towards her sweet face.

“Okay?”

I cant my head to the side. And it’s like suddenly I can’t speak English or something.

She bites her lip, then nods.

“Okay, I’ll marry you before weyou know.”

A slow, sharp grin pulls at my mouth.

“I mean, if you even want to,you know,” she whispers, eyes darting to the side.

I smirk.

“You can’t say it?”

Her cheeks turn pink, and I swear, it’s the cutest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

“Oh my God, yes, I can say it. If you still want tohave sex,” she forces out, voice low, almost breathless.

I lean in, my lips just barely brushing her ear. “You’re goddamn perfect. Do you know that?”

“I am not. You just, I mean, it’s the heat of the moment. You can see for yourself I’m not even close to perfect,” she argues, gesturing to her body, but I have no idea what she means.

I shake my head before she can even try to convince me otherwise.

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