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“What are you doing?”
“Breaking you.”
IVY
I felt my heartbeat quicken and time slowed as he walked back in front of me. The tie he had in his hands already spoke volumes to what was about to come next and…I kinda wanted to tell him I wasn’t 100 percent serious about the break me thing.
“Do you trust me?” he asked and the way he looked at me sent a chill down my spine. Like the whole world could fall away and he’d still be standing there looking at me like this.
Feeling a little awkward, I tried to lighten the mood and said, “Enough to sleep with you…and marry you.”
However, he wasn’t having it. “Yes or no, Ivy?”
“Yes,” I admitted even though I had no idea why.
“Good. Because I trust you.” He kissed my forehead.
I closed my eyes, preparing myself for whatever he was going to do. However, when I peeked them open to see what was happening, I wasn’t prepared at all for the sight of him taking the tie and wrapping his own eyes.
“Do your worst, wife.”
“This is breaking me?” I scoffed, not really sure what in the hell he was thinking.
“Yes, wife,” he answered directly.
I stood there, not sure what to do, and he just stood there too, like a naked Greek statue, perfectly relaxed.
“So I can do whatever I want to you?” I asked, stepping up, waving my hand in front of his face to really make sure he couldn’t see.
“Yes, wife.”
Grinning like an idiot, I really wanted to see if he’d do anything I wanted. “Kneel…and kiss my feet.”
His face was hard and he hesitated.
“I knew—”
Before I could get the words out he’d taken a step closer to me and forced me to look up at him until he put his hand gently at my waist and went down onto his knees. His hands trailed down until he touched my feet and he kissed them. The moment he did, for some reason, I felt my chest tighten and I wasn’t sure from what. He just waited, still kneeling.
He was Ethan, asshole, cocky, know-it-all, Mr. Center-of-the-World, big bad Callahan, and now he was kneeling at my feet, waiting for me to tell him what to do.
“Why are you doing this?” I whispered.
“Because you…we need it, wife,” he replied, calling me wife for the fourth time since doing this. “You need to feel like you control something. That you are different than every other woman. I need you to know you do. And you are. You control me, something no one else has ever done.”
It felt hard for me to breathe, so I had to look away from him, and I wished I hadn’t because it was then I saw his gun sitting on the center cabinet.
Reaching up, I placed my hand on his hair, which felt much softer now that I wasn’t tugging on it.
“You know I could kill you right now.”
He smiled. “If it makes you feel better, wife.”
WHAT IS WRONG WITH HIM! My mind screamed and yet my body was shaking. Worst of all I was confused over whatever the hell I was feeling.
“Rough sex would have been just fine,” I muttered.
“Break your mind, wife, and your body will come soon enough.” He smiled.
