marry tomorrow?
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"What... what?" Ana stammered in confusion.
It wasn't that she hadn't heard him, but the way he spoke made it sound like he was stating some undeniable truth.
"You ask so many questions," remarked Edward.
Was it sarcasm? Ana wondered, considering she hadn't even begun asking anything. Nervousness gripped her, and as things unfolded, all she wanted was to decline and retreat to the comforting embrace of her bed.
Summoning her courage, she straightened her spine and stepped forward. "Look, Mr. Edward, not to disrespect you, but I am not ready for marriage. I..."
She intended to elaborate a bit more, express her concerns, and perhaps concoct more reasons, but he abruptly interrupted her.
"Why? Are you a kid now?" he retorted rudely.
'Mister?' Ana thought, 'What's next? Uncle?' She didn't appreciate the way he was distancing her, and refusing the marriage was evidently not acceptable to him.
Ana wasn't one to tolerate a rude confrontation. "No, it's just that I don't know you, and we don't match," she replied.
"Of course, we don't," he grumbled, standing up.
Ana also rose at this sudden outburst. His eyes were narrow, tone severely rude, and she felt a lump in her throat.
Edward was struggling to keep his temper in check. He pulled Ana towards a nearby wall, positioning himself between her legs.
"Who do you think you are, huh?" he roared.
"I'm not asking you to marry me; I am telling you. And do think about your family before taking any reckless action."
Ana stared at him, continuously.
Was it a threat?
Without saying anything, they locked eyes. Edward knew the proximity was making her uncomfortable. She lowered her eyes, hoping he would take the hint and step back, but he intentionally pressed himself against her.
'What the...?' Ana placed her hands on his shoulders to push him back.
Unfazed, he didn't allow an inch of movement. Holding her face in his hands, he declared, "You are mine," in a dense voice, licking her lips.
'Dog,' her mind retorted, disregarding the situation.
Playing with her lips, he kissed her neck and then her collarbone.
"Please," Ana whispered.
This was entirely new for her. Second, the devil was boldly handsome, and he knew it.
Edward embraced her tightly, capturing her petite body. To him, she was nothing more than a small teddy. Her whole body touched his, making her dizzy. It didn't feel right. It hadn't even been two days, and the man was invading her personal space.
What happened next made her scream a little.
He placed both hands on her buttocks and squeezed.
'Why me?' she mentally berated herself.
Edward let her go as he declared, "Let's marry the day after tomorrow."
"Why so late?" Ana yelled despite her nervousness. Her response was fitting for the situation.
'What's the matter with this guy?' she thought.
Edward took in her angry state, and wicked thoughts crossed his mind. "As you wish, my love." He slipped his hand around her waist.
'The audacity of this man,' she thought. "No, I don't want—"
Edward eyed her.
She sighed.
"Why are you doing all this?" she asked, her voice edged with frustration.
Edward placed his hand on her chin and lifted her face. "I love you," he said.
'Finished? Done? Is that what people call a proposal? One line?' Ana collected her thoughts.
Shaking her head to keep herself focused, she asked him, "You can have others?"
"You don't have thorns yourself," replied Edward.
Her eyes widened at this.
He was so rude to her, yet he wanted to marry her.
For what? To bully her for the rest of their lives?
Seeing Ana's expression, Edward tightened his embrace, and in a husky voice, he whispered in her ear, "Let me make it simple for you. You just have to kiss me and say yes. You don't understand what I can do if your family doesn't give you to me."
It was a threat. She understood the power he wielded and had no desire to be a witness.
"Now, kiss me," ordered Edward.
She turned her face to the other side, to which he bit her ear and then her lips.
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