She’s scared, but she wants me.
She hates herself for it, but she wants me.
She’s disoriented from the abrupt change in her life from this morning, she’s worried about her niece and furious with her brother, she’s horrified to find herself married again when she was so against the
idea that she had it tattooed right onto her skin, but still… She wants me.
And that’s exactly what I’m going to make her focus on for the rest of the night.
I stride up to the king-size bed, drop her onto it, and start tearing off my bowtie.
“Say no if you want me to stop.” I toss the tie to the floor and rip open my shirt.
Buttons pop. So do her eyes.
I throw the shirt aside, kick off my shoes, and climb onto the bed, kneeling over her with my hands planted on either side of her head.
Breathing shallow
