“In the letter. You made it clear that we can live our separate lives in private,” I remind him.
“What exactly are you saying?” His calm voice can’t hide his body’s reaction. He’s tense, a spring wound up, ready to uncoil.
“We can fuck whoever we want.” At this point, the idea is pissing me off as much as him. But I’m not letting that stop me from winning this argument. From letting it enrage him.
“Let me make one thing clear, doll. If another man so much as looks at you, I’ll gift you his eyes. The same goes for every part of him that touches you.” A soft smile grows on his face, but his wild, black eyes reveal his craze. He’s insanity incarnate.
“Excuse me?” I repeat his words from earlier, disbelief clouding my understanding. There’s no way this man in this tuxedo is capable of such a thing.
Then I remember how barbaric the Syndicate is, and realize, yes, he probably is.
“You are my wife. I will not have any other man near you.” It’s a promise and a threat wrapped in one.
“In name only. I’ll do as I damn well please on my own time,” I fight back. It’s addictive. The fight, the adrenaline, the power. I can’t get enough.
“Then their blood is on your hands. Every man you so much as look at will pay the price. In fact, I’ll make you watch as I dismember them.” He looks content with that and sits back.
I just stare at him, mouth agape. Because he’s not threatening to hurt me. No, he’s threatening to hurt men that want me. And I think it’s because he wants me. I can feel the promise in his words. And for some reason, it thrills me.
I must take too long to respond because he winks at me and walks to what must be the adjoining bathroom.
“You’re a sick fuck!” I throw at him, but he just chuckles.
“Doll, you haven’t seen anything yet.”
Chapter 18
Dominic
This fucking woman.
How is the porcelain doll I married this crazy? This infuriating? This alluring?
I scrub my teeth harder than necessary as I replay tonight’s events.
It was fun. The fighting. It was fun until she started mentioning other men.
Her being a virgin didn’t matter to me. In fact, it was an inconvenience. Why would I want a woman who I’d have to train? I don’t want some inexperienced girl.
But as soon as she started mentioning all the other men she’s been with… my vision started darkening around the edges. How dare any man touch my wife? How dare they try?
Even if it was before our arrangement, they shouldn’t be near her. She’s too perfect for any of them.
She’s perfect for me.
And no other man gets that perfection. My fiery dragon is mine. And I won’t share.
I don’t give a damn what that fucking letter said. I wrote it before I knew her fire. Before I knew how irresistible she is.
No man is going near her. There will be no private lives.
She’s my wife. She’s going to start acting like it.
It’s going to be hard, but I know I can tame the beast.
I just need her controlled enough to respect me in public. I won’t even squash her fire. Her rebellion, her sass, has my blood boiling in the best way.
I’m addicted to the high of fighting with her. Her passion and fury fuel me.
