Page 26 of Malicious Wedding

Fuck, this is crazy. Carson’s staring at me like a beast, like a devourer, and I’m pretty sure I got lucky last night when he didn’t break down the door while I was in the tub. He looks almost unhinged, but there’s a calmness to his expression, like although he’s doing something absolutely insane, it’s something he’s confident he wants.

Somehow, he wants me.

As his wife.

And I don’t get it at all.

“Okay, okay, listen.” I run my hands through my hair, head dizzy with lust and confusion. “Take me to the hospital—no, don’t interrupt,listen. Take me to see Iain, then afterward, I’ll come back to your little mansion with you and we can talk some more. Okay?”

He doesn’t like that compromise. His jaw ticks as he thinks. “I’m not negotiating. You want my help? You want me to save you? Then you’ll be my wife.”

Some anger breaks through the veil of horny that’s currently ruining my brain. “Is that how you want to start this, you big idiot? You want to coerce me into marrying you? You realize I’m just going to stab you in the face in the middle of the night if you force me into marriage?”

He grunts, head cocked like he honestly hadn’t considered it. “Maybe you will, but I think I can convince you to enjoy being mine before that happens.”

“How exactly—” I hold up my hands, immediately regretting that.

But he answers. “I will give you everything you want. Each night, I’ll please my wife in ways you’ve never experienced, and I promise you, my little obsession, I will be very creative when it comes to getting you off.”

Holy fucking fuck.

Now my ovaries have joined my vagina in beating my brain into submission.

It’s me versus my sexual organs, and I am losing.

“Would you stop doing that?” I say, exasperated.

“Doing what?”

“Saying—stuff. Like, sex stuff. You’re driving me insane.”

“Because you like it. Admit you like hearing my voice describe how I’ll make you come. Legs spread, juice dripping down my tongue. You can grind your hips against my stubble, moaning my name, whimpering it over and over.”

I stare at his mouth, and yes, I very much enjoy it. “You disgust me. You’re like a big, violent, psychopathic, controlling, overly privileged—”

His eyes sparkle with amusement. “All right, Ash. If you don’t finish that sentence, I’ll agree to your compromise.”

I pause in surprise. “Really?”

That was easy. I am immediately suspicious.

“We’ll go to the hospital. You’ll visit Iain. Then when we’re done, I’ll bring you back to the mansion and I’llshowyou what being my wife will be like. Is that a deal?”

I blink rapidly.

I’m pretty sure he’s propositioning me right now.

Not in a business sense, but in aI’m going to bone you so hard your back breaks and your vagina’s ruined for all other men foreversort of way.

Which is admittedly horrifying and appealing.

Because I’m pretty sure he can make good on a promise like that.

“So long as you don’t get any ideas, I agree.” Pathetic. Puny. I’m disgusted with myself. Also, extremely aroused at the thought of letting this man go to town on me in his ridiculous mansion.

What is broken inside my skull right now?

His smirk makes me want to scream. “I have plenty of ideas, my little Ash. Now come on, let’s get going. I have a long day ahead of me, and I suspect I will be spending the majority of it showing you just how imaginative I can be.”

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