“Not to worry, it doesn’t matter,” the lawyer mutters.
“None of this matters,” she snaps.
Izabel drops the pen on the table with a clang and ink splatters from the nib in a black blob, again bleeding across thecrisp white paper. He hurriedly grabs a tissue from his pocket and dabs at the ink pool, but only ends up making it worse.
The lawyer groans in annoyance. His upper lips curls upwards in disgust. Clearly, he likes his paperwork un-smudged and perfect. Clearly, Izabel doesn’t give a shit what he wants. I smirk as I watch her storm away into the living room and the lawyer mutters his disapproval under his breath.
After I’ve signed, he stacks the pages into a neat pile, still pissed off.
“Is that everything?” I ask.
“Yes, you are officially married.” He glares after Izabel, as though indicating that he can’t fathom why I would want to marry such a savage little creature.
“You may leave,” I tell him.
That savage little creature belongs to me now. The ferocious little pixie.
She’ll be tamed. One way or another.
“I’ll send you a copy and file this one away…neatly.”
“Good. Thanks,” I say.
I wait until he is out of the door and it’s locked behind him before I head into the house to find her. Everything is locked up, so I’m not worried about her getting away. She obviously needed a moment to breathe after selling her soul to me.
“Pixie?” I call out as I walk into the living room.
She doesn’t move or reply. She’s standing with her back to me as she stares through the patio doors at the sky. The sun is setting. It’s streaked orange and purple as though putting on a show just for her.
“That went well, I think,” I muse, stepping behind her.
She shudders when I get too close and sidesteps away from me.
“Don’t you dare come near me!” she snaps.
“Shouldn’t we celebrate our marriage. I have champagne,” I taunt her.
She scoffs and turns to glare at me.
“Your house is nothing but a prison to me. And that signature on that document means nothing!”
“Actually, Pixie, this is your home too, now. Everything here is yours. And that document means that you now belong to me. You’re my wife, and I assure you, I will be taking good care of you,” I smile.
She shakes her head, taking another step away from me.
“Well, Anton Radev, I hope you didn’t want a sweet, submissive wife. If you did, then you are about to be bitterly disappointed. I am going to make your life a living hell. Every chance I get, I am going to make sure you are miserable. I am going to ruin everything. On top of that…the moment I can escape…I’m going to. So, if you wake up one day and I’m gone, well, don’t be surprised,” she snaps at me, her eyes so fierce and beautiful that I’m struggling not to push her against the patio doors and kiss her.
“You will never escape me, little pixie. I will hunt you down no matter where you hide. I will find you and bring you back home.”
“Home?” she mutters, looking around in disgust. Her nose is scrunched up, and her lips curled back. “This isn’t my home. And the only ones doing any hunting are my brother and Josiah. They will hunt you down, and when they find you, I amgoing to watch every single minute of your agony as they skin you alive and leave you to bleed to death.”
It’s incredible to watch her explode with such intense emotion. The way her eyes burn, lighting up, her fists clenched at her sides. She is wild. She isn’t holding back. And I know her goal is to scare me, maybe even just to annoy me or bother me with her threats of death and violence…but all she’s doing is turning me on.
The more I see of her, the more I want from her.
Unable to control myself, I step forward and reach out to wrap my hand around her jaw. My fingers dig into her perfect, soft skin. She tries to tug her face free of my grasp, but I hold tighter.
Her eyes flare again, and my cock stirs. Leaning lower, I hover my lips close to hers.
