Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 71832 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71832 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Her jaw drops. “Carson, this is beyond inappropriate.”
“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, greedy for 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.”
Chapter 12
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’m positive he’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 his wife.
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 word obsession sends 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 need space.” 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.
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.