She’s going to hate me. She’s going to need me. She’s going to love me.
I don’t care what order it happens in—she’s mine either way. For two years I’ve waited. Two years of watching, wanting, planning every detail of how I’ll break her in.
Now her father’s dead and the contract he signed is finally mine to enforce. Vera doesn’t remember agreeing to marry me. I remember everything. The way she melts when someone gives her orders.
The way her body craves what her mind won’t admit. The way she’s going to look pregnant with my baby. I’m not asking for her hand. I’m taking it. Taking her. Taking everything.
And by the time she figures out she wants this as much as I do, she’ll be too full of me to leave.
