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“My best friend would have never stayed with someone who hurts an innocent.” I’ve seen firsthand what true evil does, so I know Callum is not like the Church Killer.
None of them are.
“You have such faith in her.”
“I guess the same faith you have in Florian,” I fire right back. “You need to say it out loud, Octavius.”
“Say what?”
“That you don’t kill innocent people.”
“I already told you what I think about it.”
“I can’t resist you. My body is addicted to you. I’ve been obsessing over you for months.” He jerks at my admission, but I have no time to fixate on that. “One of these days if you try hard enough to seduce me, I will fold. And I’ll be a willing participant in the pleasure.” He takes another step toward me, but I move back, raising my hand to stop him. “I’ll hate myself afterward, though. I won’t be able to stand the knowledge that my husband, the man I allowed to touch me in the most intimate way…is anything like the psycho who massacred my entire family.” I exhale heavily. “If you want an us, however insane that sounds now…you need to tell me the truth.”
He moves to the glass shelf instead and grabs one of the knives, and my stomach flips as I turn around, ready to bolt, only to cry out in surprise when he wraps his arm around me from behind and presses me hard to his chest.
Our heavy breathing fills the space as seconds trickle by and I feel his hot breath on my nape, goose bumps breaking on my skin. The familiar thrill and anticipation travel through my veins and ignite my blood. His lips skim upward until he reaches my ear and whispers into it, “Kitten.”
“Yes?” I ask, my heart beating wildly in my chest, and I try to peel his arm away from my stomach, wanting to free myself from his hold. Because his hard muscles digging into my curves and his hard-on paint all kinds of carnal images in my head that have no space between us right now.
Not until he tells me the truth.
In order to protect my soul, I have to deny my body, and that’s a sacrifice I’m willing to take.
“You’re mine,” he whispers almost in wonderment, rubbing his stubble over my shoulder before peppering small kiss over it, and my eyes close of their own accord at the contact, my fingers curling around his arm while I swallow hard. “You’re my wife now.”
“I know.”
This is my doom, isn’t it?
To be seduced by his gruffly and huskily spoken words that send me into a spiral of madness as they serve akin to gasoline to the fire that’s my lust and desire for this complicated and mysterious man that owns me despite all my reservations.
He sways backward and I bite on my lower lip, holding back the protesting whimper, but relief washes over me too. Maybe he has emotions for me, after all, and accepts my request to stay away unless he’s ready to answer my question.
My hopes crush and burn when instead, he places the tip of the knife on my upper back. I gasp when he starts dragging it down, ripping the laces on my dress, and it slowly starts to slide down my shoulders.
I press my hands to my chest, keeping it from falling and leaving me exposed to his gaze. “Octavius, stop.” I hate how my voice trembles, speaking about my inner turmoil and giving him a weapon to use against me.
Or rather…
A weapon to seduce me with because even I know if he pushes hard enough, I will fold.
But then again…
I warned him, hadn’t I?
Once he rips all the laces holding the dress together, he throws the knife away and it drops on the floor with a loud clang, the sound almost deafening with this tension-and-lust-filled energy swirling around us.
“Please don’t,” I whisper when he covers my palms with his and gently pulls them to the side, allowing for the dress to pool on the floor, leaving me standing in just my lacy white panties. I refused to wear any other wedding lingerie attire.
“You’re so beautiful and so very mine.” His voice should be forbidden for how hypnotizing and tempting it is, like the silk gliding over my skin and awakening every nerve ending in me. “And the world will know it.” Something cold touches my collarbone and I glance down, blinking in surprise.
A platinum neckless consisting of black diamonds surrounded by smaller ones shimmers in the light, almost blinding for how clear the diamonds are. A true piece of art.
He puts it on me and when he clasps it closed, there is an odd finality about it. Like in this moment, truly nothing will ever be same because now I wear his claim.
“What is this?”
