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There we are; the walls are going back up, brick by brick.

“No? You don’t want me?” I ask, leaning down.

Which is a mistake on my part. Her hand wraps around my throat, her pointed nails dig into my skin, and her knee smashes into my stomach.

I grunt out in response, and her grip tightens.

“You squeeze any tighter, viper, and I might come in my pants,” I growl.

“You don’t tell me what to do,” she whispers in my ear callously.

I grit my teeth. “Let go of me, Gianna,” I warn.

She does, and I rub at my throat. She’s got a good grip and a killer knee. Fuck.

“I’m going to fuck those girls tonight,” I tell her. I’m only messing with her; I want to see if that gets me a reaction. I need to work out fast what makes my wife tick and if jealousy is a button. She’s a hard read, though. In reality, I’m not interested in anyone except my wife tonight.

She doesn’t flinch. “Great. I’m sure they’ll be disappointed.”

I bite my lip. “And I’m disappointed my wife is running out on me.”

“You told me, explicitly, to stay the fuck out of your way, cowboy. So, I’m doing just that. Way out of your way… and perhaps I’ll find a man who isn’t going to disappoint me.”

I don’t know what comes over me. She turns, and I reach out to wrap my fingers around her wrist. Already bracing for the impact of whatever she’s about to do to retaliate.

Her hand lands on my chest as I hold her by her wrist. “You ain’t fucking another man, Gianna,” I growl.

Her eyes darken, a slow grin spreads across her lips. “Do you have memory retention issues, Colten?”

I feel the sharp prick at the side of my neck, and I hiss out a breath. My wife has a blade to my throat. And I’ve never been more turned on in my life.

“Go ahead, roll your eyes; you might find that last remaining brain cell back there,” she sasses.

Fuck. Me.

I wrap my hand around her throat. “You have no idea what you’re doing with me, viper.”

Her fingers drag up my thigh, the knife still firmly against my throat. “I have a pretty good clue.”

There is no way either of us is going to survive if this is how we behave around each other on day one of our marriage.

“I have a proposition for you, wife.”

“I’m listening…”

I tighten my grip and her pulse picks up against my palm; the warm trickle of blood rolls down the side of my neck. That sets me on fire for her.

“We need to fuck,” I say bluntly. “We need to get whatever this weird fuckin’ energy is around us out of our systems so we can carry on with our lives.”

She swallows.

“One night. One wild wedding night where we fuck like husband and wife. Or enemies. I don’t care. Because I haven’t stopped thinking about sinking inside your tight cunt since the first time I laid eyes on you, Gianna.”

I release my grip on her neck, watching her calculate her options, squeezing her thighs together.

“One full night? I’m not some chick after a quickie in the back of a truck, Colten. I have standards.”

She lowers the blade and jabs the point into her index finger, spinning it. She is insane. And hot. Insanely fuckin’ hot. This could be the most incredible sexual experience of my life.