Page 110 of Beautifully Reckless

He blinks at me.

And then smirks again.

Before I can scream and punch that smug look off his face, he steps close, invading my personal space, snaking his thick corded arms around me, and yanking me flush against him.

Then he dares to give my arse a biting squeeze.

“Firstly, Angel,” he growls, low and lethal. “I haven’t fucked youyet. But I will. Mark my fucking words, I will.” He fists the hair at my nape, tugging my head back sharply. “And just so there’s no fucking confusion moving forward. Youaremy old lady andwill bemy wife, Angel. You are both. There will never be anyone else.”

“Notare,” I snap, pressing my hands to his chest, and trying, and failing, to shove him back. “Notever.”

Ringo’s jaw ticks as he stares down into my raging eyes, and then he sighs and releases me.

Shooting him my best glare, I quickly straighten my dress with sharp, angry movements, making sure he sees every bit of my rage.

“Look, we kind of don’t have a choice.”

My brows shoot up at his words.

No… he wouldn’t.

“You’d better not be saying what I think you’re saying,Cameron Musgrove.”

His eyes darken instantly. “Don’t use my real fucking name around my club.”

I scoff, too far gone in my anger to care.

“Oh,I’m sorry. How rude of me to use yourreal name. What a heinous crime.”

“Don’t get fucking sassy with me, Angel,” he growls, and I gasp dramatically, feigning my fear as I slap a hand to my chest in overexaggerated shock.

Then I roll my eyes.

“I’m not scared of you, Ringo.” I shove my hands on my hips. “And if I want to be sassy, I’ll befuckingsassy.”

His brows shoot up in surprise… then of course he smirks.

“I think I like you like this. All riled up. Swearing like a sailor.”

Heat licks over my cheeks in shame, and the weight of what this actually is slams into me.

This isn’t just bickering. A disagreement over something mundane.

This is real.

The anger in my arms unravels as my hands fall from my hips.

I don’t understand why this is happening again.

Marriage.

No long love story with a heart stopping proposal that has bystanders in tears.

Just another person telling me what I have to do. Who I have to marry.

And once again. I don’t even know why.

“You know I can’t marry you,” I whisper, emotion thick in my throat, and despite how I feel, I’m not prepared for the flash of pain in his eyes.

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