Page 122 of Stolen Matrimony
“Yessir.” He nodded, turning to leave.
I licked my lips and glanced at the black box that had been sitting next to me all night. Pushing back from the table, I picked it up and went around to the other side.
“What are you doing?”
“Just trust me.” I set the box down and her eyes went to it. Confusion was plastered all over her face. Digging into my dress pants pocket, I grabbed the key to her collar and reached for it.
“What are you doing?” Her hand went to my wrist in a panic when I placed the key inside. Ignoring her, I unlocked and removed the collar for the first time in over three months. There was a slight tan mark from where it used to be, making the area lighter than the surrounding skin.
“Nazai.” She rubbed the now empty area. I watched her to see how she would react to the gesture.
“Why?” Her voice shaky and airy as she squinted.
“When I first put that on you, it was a sense of entrapment. While I still want you and everyone to know that you’re mine, I think the meaning of the collar has changed.” I reached for the black box and opened it.
Cashlynn’s mouth dropped and her brows shot to her hairline seeing the diamond collar. The base was made of white gold and diamonds covered it. Hanging from it was a charm that had NT just like the nipple rings I had pierced her with.
“Did you have to include your initials?”
I smirked and brought it to her neck.
“Of course, wife. Everyone has to know who you belong to.”
“I’m not your property,” she muttered, bringing her hands to the collar and brushing it lightly.
My dick filled with blood seeing my initials hanging from her throat.
After securing the collar, I moved my hand up and cuffed her hair. I gripped it tightly, forcing her head back. Leaning over, I inhaled her heavy breathing, loving the blazing passion now in her eyes.
“And that’s where you’re wrong, Wildfire. Everything about you, from the baby growing inside you to the air you breathe to the fight inside you belongs to me. There willneverbe another who will ever say they have ties to you.”
“Same goes for you,” she breathed out. Her chest rose and fell quickly.
I grinned. “Of course.”
“Because you know what will happen if you ever tried to be with another woman.”
My dick grew harder and my pulse raced.
“Tell me… tell me what would happen.” My mouth was now inches from hers.
Cashlynn reached up and gripped my beard. “I’ll kill both of you, slowly and painfully, using my knife.”
Smiling harder, I crashed my mouth into hers. She moaned and slanted her face a tad to give me better access when she opened her mouth for me.
Cashlynn might have felt love wasn’t for her or that she wasn’t capable of handling it, but she was wrong. Her actions proved to me every day that she loved me more than she allowed herself to see.
The end!
