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Now he wants to brand me like an animal.

Fuck that.

Fuck him.

Chapter Five

LUCIAN

Ilove making her crazy.

Almost as much as I love making her scream.

Which is exactly what I want to do.

Spin her around, bend her over the table, and bury myself so deep my dick’s rearranging her guts.

But I have to control myself for a few days longer.

New Orleans was a mistake.

Well, not fucking her. That’s never a mistake.

Doing it without my intentions being apparent to her was an oversight.

I realize that now since she seems so shocked about being my partner not just my wife.

From the jump, I’ve known she’s beauty and brains in one perfect package. I’ve also known she loathes the idea of marrying me. If I’d been clearer, maybe she wouldn’t detest the idea so much.

Rage burns in her expression as she stares up at me.

“I’ll kill you before I let you put a tattoo on me.”

I honestly believe she would try. “Everyone needs to know you’re mine.”

“But I’m not and never will be.”

I loosen my grip and grab her arm wedged between us. I raise her hand and kiss the ring I just placed on her finger. “Someday you’ll be proud to be my wife.”

A brutal, ugly laugh rips from her succulent mouth.

“That will never, ever happen.”

The unadulterated contempt in her words perplex me.

“I could never be proud of being married to a man who made me feel like a whore.”

What the fuck? Where did that come from?

Now I’m livid too. I admit I’ve enjoyed pushing her buttons and pissing her off over the years, but I’ve always treated her with respect. “What the hell are you talking about?”

She purses her lips together, and I lose her gaze as she shakes her head. “Forget it. Let me go.”

Attempting to break free from my hold, she twists and shoves against me. I lock her down quick. “You don’t get to drop a bomb on me like that and then expect me to take you home without an explanation.”

“Yes. I do.”

Backing her up a few steps to the cabinets, I box her in with my arms on each side of her body, palms on the island. “Tell me what you’re talking about.”

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