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Her eyes widen. “I absolutelydo not—”

“You can lie to me, but can you lie to yourself? Can you stand there, breathing hard, looking like you want to wrap your legs around my face, and really try to believe that you don’t want me?”

Her jaw drops. “Carson, this isbeyondinappropriate.”

“And yet here you are, staring lust into my eyes, your heart racing, your mouth hanging open, your nipples stiff.” I grab one of her wrists and pin her hand above her head. She gasps, chin tilting up, her mouth moving toward me. Hungry, fuck,greedyfor me. It almost makes me go full-on savage. But I still have to be under control. I can’t let her understand—not yet. “I want you to be my wife,” I whisper, dragging my mouth down her throat. “And I’m not going to let you leave until you agree.”

Chapter12

Ash

Holy hell.

If I haven’t burst into flames yet, it’s out of sheer luck, because this man is burning me up right now.

My nipples are hard. I’m panting like I just ran a marathon. And I’m pretty sure I’m dripping down my leg, which would be mortifying, if it weren’t for the fact that I’mpositivehe’s rock hard.

What is wrong with me? What is broken in my brain that I’d find this actually hot right now?

My family was just slaughtered, my brother might be dying, and I might be next—and here I am, lusting after the guy that’s responsible for it all.

The guy that wants to make me hiswife.

That talks to me like he owns the world.

That looks at me like he can’t imagine looking away.

It’s intoxicating—and it’s terrifying.

The absurdity of the situation almost breaks me. But Carson’s grip on my wrist only tightens as his mouth comes up to mine.

Do I kiss him like I want to?

Or do I scream for help?

“I’d make a terrible wife,” I say quickly before I can do either. “I don’t cook. I don’t clean.”

“I have cooks and maids. I’m rich, remember?”

“I’m not fun at parties. I’m a know-it-all, I’m pretty bossy, I can be really annoying, I have a horrible singing voice—”

“You do have a horrible singing voice,” he purrs, smirking now.

Bastard. “You don’t want to marry me. You’re just—you just feel guilty about Iain, that’s all. You’re doing what you think is right by trying to marry his little sister. But making me your wife won’t fix what went wrong.”

He slowly shakes his head. “You have no idea what I’m thinking, my little obsession.”

That wordobsessionsends a shiver down my spine. “Just, please, think about this for a second. We’re strangers. Would your family even accept me? Why marry me when there are a dozen more eligible women to choose from?”

“Because I already made my choice.”

He bites my earlobe harder than he should. I let out a whimper, a weird sound I’ve never made before in my life, half pained and half excited.

Yes, I’ve officially gone insane.

My vagina crawled up into my skull and beat the crap out of my brain, and now I’ve lost it completely.

“I can’t do this. I can’t think. I need—I need—I needspace.” I twist away from him, jerking away as hard as I can. He grunts, releasing me, and I scamper across the room, gasping for air.

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