Page 90
“No. I’m taking it off, and I’ll put on one of the sets I bought for you today?” I breathe out.
He bends me over; my face slams against the counter, his fingers pulling at my hair.
“Do you want to know the truth about what I think is happening here?” he asks.
“Not really.”
“Tough. I think as much as we pretend to fight each other, we’re both obsessed. I think we’re two of the same.”
“What, so we’re trauma bonding? Just like I always dreamed.”
He smacks my ass, hard, and I cry out.
“No, you wanted to marry me because you were drawn to me, like I was to you. I believe you have an ulterior motive for moving in on Sterling Ranch.” He pauses.
I feel sick.
“And I don’t give a fuck. I know you can’t hurt us, no matter what you try. Because deep down, you want this with me as much as I do. We aren’t friends who fuck. This isn’t just me teaching you how to explore your desires so you can go jump on the next dick that takes your fancy.”
His hands slip under my panties, tugging them to the side, and my body vibrates.
“This is me claiming you as my goddamn wife and giving you what you need. Getting you out of your own head. Making you understand that you are your own person.”
“Doesn’t seem like it. I can’t even take my dress off without your approval.”
He pushes his hard cock against my ass. “And you know I’d stop the second you tell me to. All you’d have to do is say the word, and I’d let you go. But you haven’t. Why is that?”
Holy fuck. I never knew you could be this turned on. “Because I want you,” I whisper.
“Louder, Gianna. More.”
“Because I fucking want you, Colten. And that scares me,” I admit.
He bends over me, pressing a soft kiss on the back of my neck. “Good girl,” he growls in my ear.
“You’re an asshole,” I hiss.
“I know. But I got you out of your mood, didn’t I?”
I smile. He’s right. Of course he is.
“Are you going to do anything about how wet I am?” I ask.
He nips at my throat. “Nope. Not a single thing,” he whispers, swiping his fingers along my pussy, and a moan slips from my lips.
“Please,” I cry.
“Nope. We’re going to eat. We’re going to sit under the stars. And you can think about the fact that you tried to tell me I’m your friend who fucks you. And once I feel you’ve contemplated that for long enough, I might put you out of your misery.”
My stomach sinks. “Evil,” I mutter.
“You’re going to learn an important lesson tonight, Gianna. Embrace it.”
He releases me, and I stand, tugging down my dress. “I need to pee.”
He smirks. “I’ll know if you get yourself off, G. Don’t even bother trying to find a loophole with me.”
I flip him off and stomp to my room, slamming the door shut. I need a minute away from that man and his spell over me.
