Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 141255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
“Will you own me? Let me be yours, your husband? Will you be my wife, make babies with me, lay on my belly and let me feed you fried spaghetti while we watch sports? Will you let me try to be what you need, whether that’s to be your Master, your equal, a bit of both, whatever helps you feel safe? I want everything you have to give me and that includes your truth so that I can help you through healing from it. Will you be what I need, too? Sweet, beautiful, funny, submissive, wild? I want it all.”
I did a face-plant into his chest and his arms came around me. I felt his fingers in my hair.
“You can heal, baby. You are resilient. I know you are. You’re all I want and all I need and that’s despite what they did to you. I look fucking forward to watching more of that experience peel away. It’ll always be with you, but it doesn’t have to cover you. I will do my fucking best to be all you need. You, Angelica Elizabeth Macleod, my Angel, need to be the mother of my babies. No one else. You. I want to keep seeing your spirit shine through, I want to have thousands of hours with your legs wrapped around me, I want redheaded or blond baby boys and girls that look like a perfect mix of me and you. I want you, your sexy white lace, your cowboy hat, and everything in between. I want to make you feel safe, collar, no collar, whatever you want, whatever you need.”
He let go of me, reached to the floor, and then he opened a ring box and showed me a man’s platinum band with the inner inscription, “Owned by an Angel” with a tiny pair of engraved wings. And then he showed me the other ring box’s contents, it had a big diamond ring and beside it was a blue sapphire crusted eternity band with three rows of gems.
“I had a jeweler friend take apart that first collar and make that for you. At first I never wanted to see it again but it’s part of our story, our truth, my baby.”
I choked on a sob. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”
“I know we have a long road ahead for you to heal but I want to walk that road with you. I want to help you heal. I have all the patience in the world for that because you’re my end game, Angel. You’re it for me. Will you marry me? Before you answer, I know you’re feeling broken. I know this probably goes against what any therapist would recommend, but you’re mine. I’m yours. Marry me?”
“Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you. I would be the luckiest girl in the world to make a family with you. Do you know why?”
“Why?” He smiled at me.
“Not because you’re my Master. Not because you own me. But because when you took a wet pile of dirt and formed it into a castle in front of my very eyes it was then that I knew that you could build, with your hands, a place where I’d want to live for the rest of my life. You did that. You brought a broken girl back to life. You took a wet pile of dirt and formed it into a castle for me, Dare. You did this with your bare hands. With those hands you also took a broken girl and you glued her back together, too. I want to spend the rest of my life making your dreams come true. All of them.”
“I love you,” he said and then his lips touched mine as he slid the engagement ring on my finger.
Epilogue
We got married in a beautiful little church with his family around us. He wore a tux. He was beautiful. I wore a white strapless wedding gown and a veil and left my hair loose and curly. He’d also bought me a new necklace for my birthday a few weeks before, which I wore on our wedding day. It was simple, white gold, and consisted of three chains with a pendant of two hearts linked together. When he lifted my veil, he fingered a curl and gave me a dazzling beautiful smile as he gently poked the side of my nose on the tiny diamond. I had put my nose piercing back in the night before.
Maybe after everything I’d been through, I wasn’t Angie Macleod any longer, but I was looking forward to being Angel Ferrano.
The wedding happened a month after he’d proposed. He’d been busy with work during the day and at nighttime he was always there, always attentive. Sometimes we played rough and sometimes we played gentle. He seemed okay with the rough, okay with my submissive tendencies. We were very compatible sexually.