He sneers before a subtle smirk plays across his lips. “You afraid you can’t take me?”
Apparently, he knows how to get a rise out of me because I’m half tempted to release him so I can hand his ass to him, but I stop myself. One of the many gifts my dad gave me was the ability to think through situations before being hasty, only allowing myself to lose control with those who have earned my wrath. “It’s a nice attempt,” I say, “but I don’t want to damage my fiancé.”
I study his body, which he already put through a bit during the scuffle, and I reach out, resting my hand beside a pink mark on his hip that I assume will bruise, caressing gently. He has beautiful flesh; there’s no denying that or what it’s doing to me.
“Could you stop calling me that?”
“It’s true, isn’t it?” I run my hand down his torso, taking my time, noticing his dick stirring, which makes me smile. “Ah, there it is. So I can turn you on after all.”
“I don’t know how many times I have to tell you I’m straight,” he insists, which makes me chuckle.
“As I told you before, I don’t really care either way. It changes nothing.”
He grits his teeth and lurches forward, only hurting his wrists and ankles as he gnashes his teeth like he’s trying to take a bite out of me.
“Fuck, you’re gonna be fun.” I grab hold of his cock, stroking, enjoying the way he fills my grip.
“It’s a dick. That’s what it does when it’s played with.”
I step closer, and he makes a go for a bite, nipping at my chin before I have a chance to grab him by his hair with my free hand, tugging his head back sharply.
“Fuuuck,” he groans, his face tense as he endures the pain.
“One thing you should know…if we’re gonna make this work, I won’t tolerate disobedience.”
Keeping his hair and cock firmly in my grip, I move closer still, until his lips are millimeters from mine. I run my tongue up his lips, curious to see if he’ll risk another move or take the violation.
Logan takes it, which makes me smile nearly as much as the taste of his delicious flesh.
“Mmmm…someone enjoyed tequila earlier tonight.”
He pulls away once again.
“Don’t keep pretending you don’t want this,” I tell him.
“Who’s pretending?”
“Your actions say one thing, but you think I didn’t notice how you turned into a rock after I licked you?”
He thrashes about, this time wilder than before. With how furious he is, I figure he’s liable to tear his hair from his scalp, but it’s his to tear loose if he chooses. I tighten my hold, pulling him to my face. “Be nice, Logan,” I warn. “It’s not my fault you’re getting hard when I’m being rough.”
“You don’t seem to care whether it’s even something I want.”
“Maybe you should tell me it’s not something you want.”
“Would it matter if I did?”
“Not sure I’ll know the answer until you tell me you don’t like it,” I say, stroking his shaft, uncertain myself whether him saying no would be enough to deter me. Maybe that makes me a monster, but isn’t that what I am?
“I don’t think it matters,” he insists.
We stare each other down, and I can’t help but smile. “At least now I know you’ll be able to consummate the relationship on our wedding night.”
“There’s not gonna be any consummating because there’s not gonna be a fucking wedding. How many times do I need to say that to get it through that thick skull of yours?”
“Thick?” I give him a firm squeeze. “Yeah, that’s the word for it.” At his glare, I release him. “I’ve teased you enough.”
Something wicked moves through me—the sadism my brothers and I inherited by blood. The fucked-up logic that makes our family not just criminals, but fucking monsters. I retrieve the contract, displaying it for him once again. “I’ll give you a choice: you have one opportunity to end this agreement, and I will burn it right here and now. But if you choose not to, that means you consent to being my wife.”
