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"You’ve already told me your family is guarding the entrance to the dungeon—"
"Basement," he corrects me.
"Funny, from where I am, it resembles a torture chamber."
He laughs, "You think this is a torture chamber?" His grin widens, "Wonder what you’ll think when I take you into the real torture room."
"Oh," I swallow, "you’re joking right?"
He arches an eyebrow. "Have I ever joked with you?"
Of course, he hasn’t. The alphahole doesn’t have a single funny bone in his entire body. Hell, even if I were to tickle him, he’d probably just respond with that glowering expression, before telling me that I bore him.
My pulse begins to race and sweat laces my palms. Shit, shit, shit. Had I actually thought that this man was going to let go of me that easily? Wait, actually, I hadn’t thought much at all. But the fact that he has an honest-to-god torture chamber down here, one that he plans to use on me… Shit, I am not ready for that. Seriously, not.
"So what…" my voice cracks and I clear my throat, "what are you going to do next?"
"It’s more about what you are going to do next, Beauty."
How I hate that nickname. I am going to find a way to get back at him for this. For making me feel so helpless, like I am completely at his mercy, which I am… But hell, does he have to rub it in this way? Of course, he holds the power here, doesn’t mean he has to go all villainous on me and threaten me without saying anything. Argh!
I fold my fingers in front to stop them from trembling, then force myself to meet his gaze.Don’t say it, don’t say it.But there’s no other way out. Best I pretend to play along… At least, for the time being. At least, until I have figured out a plan of action.
I set my jaw, "What…what do you want me to do?"
His pauses, taps a finger against his chin, then nods, "Strip."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. Take off your wedding dress, wife."
I grit my teeth, hating the fact that I can’t tell him off for calling me that. Loathing the fact that he is, on this account, at least accurate. I am his wife…technically.
"Don’t make me wait," he says in a casual voice, "and don’t even think of disobeying me. You know I can strip you of this dress very easily, I am giving you a choice here."
"Oh, yeah?" I scoff, "What’s that?"
"You can strip your dress on your own steam and then I can fuck you, orIcan strip off your dress and then..." He bares his teeth, "I can fuck you."
