Page 11 of His Virgin Wife

“Yes,” she said.

He got to his feet, and then wrapped his fingersaround her throat, but he didn’t strangle her. No, he held her as he kissedher.

This was a different kind of kiss. This was ahunger, a feeling she had never experienced before.

Dom broke the kiss before her. “Then I’ve gotanother deal for you, Emily.”

Deal?

She then remembered their first deal. For herfreedom, she had to belong to him until he got bored. Yes, she had to keepremembering that.

“If you want my dick, and to find out what exactlyit means to be my dirty little girl, you’re going to have to marry me.”

This made her gasp.

He pulled back just enough to kiss her lips, andthen he stared in her eyes. “And if you want to know what it is like to ride mycock, to make you watch as my cum falls from those pussy lips, and then my dicksliding deep into your juicy ass and showing you everything it means to bedirty with me, you’ll marry me.” With that, he stepped aside. “Oh, and youcannot touch yourself or let yourself come until you give me a decision. I willknow as well.”

He left her sitting there on the dining roomtable. Her hands still holding open her sex, she was so wet, sodden even.

What the hell had just happened?

Dom had changed the game. She now had to marryhim, and he was going to show her everything she wanted. What? How did thiswork?

She was his captive. Didn’t he just want to fuckher until he got bored?

She let go of herself and climbed off the table.There was no way she was going to marry him. She stomped to the door andgrabbed her robe. Marrying him didn’t set her free.

Do you want to be?

She paused.

Or don’t you want to seehow good it will be to belong to him? To fuck him every single day. Come on,Emily, live on the dark side for a bit.

This was not good. But what other choice did shehave? Dom was not going to let her go. Why didn’t she at least enjoy what theycould have? What was wrong with that?

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Dom should have known what her answer to hiscuriosity was going to be. He didn’t expect to find the perfect woman. Emilywas untouched, she was different, and she was not looking for a way to use himto gain power.

She was his enemy’s daughter, but pushing thataside, the way her gaze looked, he saw the hunger in her eyes.

Life could be cruel at times, but this solutionwould work well for both of them. He could teach her everything she knew, andhe’d get to keep Nigel’s daughter. Even when he was done with her, he wasn’tgoing to let her go. Then, piece by piece, he could finally rid the world ofthat piece of shit for good.

The only problem was, he didn’t need Emily to dowhat he already planned. Emily was not a pawn in this game. She had become hisfucking queen—a dream come true. The woman had stepped right out of hisfantasies.

He took a long drink of his whiskey. He’d not seenEmily all day, and he knew she had been around the house. From time to time, heheard her speak to one of his soldiers. He told her to ignore them, but he alsoknew Emily couldn’t be rude.

There were a lot of things he knew about Emily.Which is why heanticipatedher stepping into hisoffice at eleven at night. She closed the door behind her.

“What would it mean to be married to you?” Emilyasked.

He turned toward her. “What do you want?”

“I want to be … free. To come and go as I please.”

He raised his brow.

“I’m not even allowed to leave the house. I’m onlyallowed in the gardens when I’m with you. I’m trapped here. Being married toyou, I want to be able to leave, to go shopping, or to walk the gardens withoutasking permission.”

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