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“Marry me.”
Chapter Eight
DASH
“Marry me.”
Bianca’s mouth opens and closes while her eyes widen like saucers. Her delicate hand flies to her lips as she blinks in shock at her own words. It gives me time to hide my own surprise because not even in a million years I would’ve expected them. Especially not from her.
The woman who, only a few nights ago, called me her biggest regret.
The one who has my emotions tied in a knot.
Whom I warned to stay away from me.
Memories of her have been distracting me ever since she stumbled into my life again, day and night. I’m haunted by her scent that reminds me of the ocean. Mysterious, addictive, and peaceful.
The vixen that is aching for a man to draw her out. To introduce her to her hidden desires ever since I glimpsed them in her doe-eyes. Her lithe curvy body is made to be worshiped for endless hours.
If I don’t keep my distance, I will end up devouring her.
Neither of us wants that.
Because it will unleash deadly secrets that are better left buried. If that wasn’t standing in my way, then my deeper urges should make her run in the opposite direction. I kept them leashed and hidden when I fucked her the first time because of her innocence and knowing she was heartbroken over my stepbrother. I let her use me to purge herself of her demons while holding mine at bay.
None of it’s standing in my way now, except the truth she’s unaware of. A truth that will end with her hating me and not looking at me like I’m a mystery she can’t solve.
Or like right now… Like I’m the answer to her problems.
No. Bianca cannot be in my life.
She never belonged in it seven years ago and neither does she belong in it today.
Her last words awkwardly hang in the air between us, making me intrigued about her intentions. It certainly isn’t because she secretly loves me. I can bet all my billions that she probably dreams of killing me in her sleep every night and then wakes up with a smile on her face.
Why the vision is amusing, I have no idea.
“Are you proposing, kitten?” I drawl, tilting my head.
The nickname for her has made its home on my tongue. It spills before I can stop it and causes her enticing tits to shake as she breathes deeply. Her body, exposing the fact that she wants me every time we’re close.
Did she desire me back then too? Or maybe she simply fucked me to piss off Niall?I can’t help but ask myself.
Her silky hair escapes from her ponytail as she nervously pulls on it. I trace the movement of her tongue as she licks her lip. My dick twitches, wishing she was licking it instead. I could teach her how to take me deep down her throat without choking. Well… Maybe a little.
Fuck. Thoughts like that are dangerous.
“It’s not a real proposal, Dash,” Bianca answers, slowly regaining her composure.
“So no marriage, then?”
“I was kinda hoping for a fake one.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes,” she replies earnestly.
I chuckle while crossing my arms and peer down at her. “Care to elaborate, kitten?”
