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“I most certainly did not agree to marry this snake.” I stand up straight. “He wants to use me to convince my father to make him underboss.”
“Maybe you should have thought about that before Alexei gave her to that scumbag I murdered,” Lachlan taunts Maksim.
Gasp.Then he and I wouldn’t be together. “I’d like to go home, Lachlan.”
“Aye, my sweet wife.” He puts his knife away, but leans into Maksim’s ear. “I may have married her to get her away from that vile animal, but she and I are turning out to be very compatible. Her cunt weeps for my massive dick every night and every morning. Snooze, you lose, asshole.”
I blush from Lachlan’s graphic confession of our sex life. But I get how alphas are.
“I asked her nicely to be my wife.” Maksim spins around, reaching into his jacket. “I have the means to just abduct her, you know.”
Lachlan bellows a laugh. “Try it. I’d love a legitimate reason to slit your throat. Wives are off-limits and automatic death sentences. No meetings needed for permission to kill. Dante Caruso, the Italian underboss, dared to hurt Kieran’s wife, and he’s worm food right now.”
“We’ll see, Lachlan.” Maksim struggles to keep upright with his cane.
“You won’t be seeinganythingif I decide to blind you with acid.” Lachlan takes my hand and kisses it. “Stay the fuck away from my wife.”
Maksim stalks off, and Lachlan smiles, watching him. Until his grin drops. I follow his gaze and see his brothers, Kieran and Riordan, standing there. He looks away and stares down at me, his eyes burning with passion. Dark possession lurks deeper inside than ever before.
Does that mean he won’t let me go to London, like Maksim suggested?
We drive home, listening to a piano concert. Lachlan parks his Corvette, and when he opens my door, he carries me all the way to the bedroom.
He lays me down on the bed and drapes his massive body over mine. “You looked beautiful tonight. You’re too young and lively for a matronly floor-length dress.”
“I’m nearly the same age as Isabella,” I say, and open for his hungry kiss.
“She’s pregnant and married to the king.”
“Do… Do you want children?”
He stops nuzzling my neck and studies me. “Do you?”
“I hadn’t thought about having children yet. I’d like to dance professionally for a few years first.”
He feathers my cheek with his ringed, tattooed fingers, then closes his hand around my neck. “Then you shall dance professionally first.”
I swallow, feeling the tension under his hand. Did we just agree to stay married? He said nothing about having kids with him, though. But I feel so strongly he implied that.
The idea of a child of my own fills me with joy. And to raise it with its father… Something I was denied. I want to ask a few follow-ups, but I really want him inside me more.
He slides off me and undresses, giving me a show. A few other men showed up in suits and not tuxes. Even though my father lost his shit on me, there were a few other women in knee-length cocktail dresses.
Piece by piece, Lachlan removes his clothes, black pants, black jacket, and the burgundy shirt I picked out disappear in a matter of minutes. All pulled off by thick, rough hands, inked-up with a skull and roses. Death and love.
Lachlan loves to kill people.
“Stand up, my precious little wife.” His deep voice thrills me. “Turn for me.”
I do and shudder, feeling him unzip my dress. “I hope I can wear this again.”
“Me, too.” He soaks my bare shoulder with his warm, wet lips. “You looked so beautiful. Fuckable.”
The sequined cups and thin straps didn’t require a bra, so when the dress slides down my body, I’m there in just a tiny, white lace panty I bought at the boutique as well.
Lachlan doesn’t just sip from my lips. He drinks me down like I’m the last drop of water he’ll ever taste. Or like I’m the blood he needs to maintain his evil image. He claims me with those lips, his tongue, and his hands gripping my waist with bruising strength.
I catch a breath as his tongue circles the tip of mine. “So sweet,” he drawls, his fingers brushing against my sex.
