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"But you go to the BDSM club."
"And as you’ve experienced firsthand, I don’t have to ejaculate in order to indulge my debaucheries."
Oh, my god!The heat in my stomach expands into a full-blown forest fire, which instantly spreads to my extremities. My lower belly clenches, and I squeeze my thighs together to tamp down on the yawning emptiness.
"For someone who was a virgin until a week ago, you sure relish the dirty talk," he murmurs.
"Only when it’s you doing the dirty talking."
He chuckles, then seems to realize what he’s done, for he wipes all expression from his face.
"It’s okay to laugh and smile and cry and show emotion. You are human, after all."
"And it’s because I allowed myself to be human, because I chose to give in to my emotions, that I'm here today."
A hot sensation stabs into my chest. It’s as if he’s plunged a burning rod into my heart. He seems to realize what he’s said, for he scowls. "I didn’t mean—"
"Yes, you did. You’re regretting that you married me."
"Not for the reasons you think."
"So youdoregret marrying me."
He steps on the accelerator and the car speeds up. "I never regret my actions."
"Expect the time you gave in to your emotions and lost the woman you loved."
Tell me you don’t love her. Tell me you love me. You said it earlier; just say it aloud again.
But he doesn’t. The muscles at his jaw line flex, but he stays silent, focuses on the driving. In another ten minutes, we drive up in front of his townhouse.
We stay in the car; the silence stretches, then he states, "I’m not the man you think I am." His voice is emotionless. "I’m not a knight in shining armor. I’m not Prince Charming."
"No, you’re the beast, the villain. You're Hades, and Severus Snape, and Loki, rolled into one."
"Severus Snape?" He frowns.
"Point is, the darkness in you is what I find so attractive."
His jaw tightens. "You don’t know what you’re talking about."
"Sure, I do. I know that every time you look at me, you feel something, but you’re so convinced you’ll never own your emotions again, you won’t admit it."
"It’s why you should have never married me, Belle." His tone is serious.
And when I search his features, I realize he believes it, too. I swallow hard. "I married you of my own free will."
"Did you?" There’s something in his features, an expression I can’t interpret.
A cold sensation spirals down my spine. I shiver, then shove it aside. "I did," I say in a firm voice.
"What you got a taste of in my office is not even a starter course."
"I’m not scared, Edward. I want to be your main and your dessert. I want to be your eight-course meal."
He scoffs, "You, the newly deflowered virgin… You have no idea what you’re talking about."
"No, don’t do that." I cut my palm through the air. "Don’t patronize me. I am not a child."
