many times I saw it, I’d never get used to it.
“What are you thinking?” I asked softly.
Eyes still locked on me, he pressed the button for the partition behind him. It rose slowly, before locking us into quiet.
“That tonight, when I fuck you, you’ll be my wife.”
I looked away on a smile, pressing a hand to my hot cheek. I really liked the sound of that.
I heard shifting, and when I looked back, Grayson was on the black velvet floor of the limo, on his knees, hands on my thighs.
Grayson Crowne on his knees before me, I would never get used to that sight.
“You’re mine, little wife. You’re officially Mrs. Crowne.”
The white satin and tulle of my wedding dress swallowed him. He dug his hands into the fabric, into my thighs, sliding up my body, pressing me back into the leather.
Until he caged me.
Until his lips were hot on my ear.
Until goose bumps slid up my spine, and I couldn’t breathe anything but Grayson.
“You are always, forever mine.”
I sighed at his reverent tone. I could feel it bleed into my heart, and I melted into him. Boneless.
“I was always yours,” I groaned.
The car came to a stop and the door opened, ushering in bright sun. Grayson didn’t even flinch. His throat bobbed with a jagged swallow, hand burning through the fabric.
It wasn’t perfect, as he’d said months ago when we’d proposed to each other. Though many had resonated with my confession, others still saw me as the girl who broke up his marriage, or saw him as the guy who left his pregnant wife for his mistress.
On the inside…I was finally with my soulmate and Lottie was finally free to find hers.
Grayson encased his teeth around my ring finger, tongue swirling around the flesh, eyes locked on mine. Heart jackhammering at the heat of his mouth, his hot lips.
Why couldn’t my heart get used to him, even now?
With so much trust, love, so much everything. It pounded like a jackhammer with the predatory way he watched me and the smile he had.
Slowly, he pulled my chin to his, and our eyes collided.
“Hey. Right now I’m just…” he trailed off, then the biggest Grayson Crowne smile graced his lips. “I’m just your husband.”
“And I’m just your wife.”
He fell forward into my neck on a groan.
When he came up, the playful look in his eyes had vanished into heat. “Say it again.”
“Wife,” I said softly.
I didn’t want perfect, and neither did he…because everything else was just fantasy.
We would be imperfect and ugly and happy.
Finally husband and wife.
THE END
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There are rules to being Abigail Crowne’s bodyguard, rules to watching the infamous billion-dollar heiress, otherwise known as the Reject Princess.
Never forget your place, always put the Crowne name above all else, and never, ever hurt the Reject.
Especially don’t torment the Reject.
Even if she is a spoiled brat.
So when an opportunity presents itself to punish her, you definitely shouldn’t take it.
Then again, Abigail loves to be tortured, and I’ve waited patiently for revenge.
I’ll keep her safe... with cruel protection.
Love is off limits with Abigail Crowne, but no one said anything about hate.
ABIGAIL
My head pounded as I dragged my feet through the gate. Carrying my strappy Jimmy Choos, I walked alone past towering wrought iron, along cobblestone and perfectly trimmed emerald-green hedges, past crystal-blue fountains and dower-faced guards. They didn’t look at me, but I felt their stares all the same.
I’d lost my bodyguard. Again.
I’d been caught by the press. Again.
“You’re in so much shit.”
My older sister, Gemma, leaned against pretty white embellished walls, a cup of tea in her hands. When she saw me, she came forward, like she’d been waiting. I wouldn’t doubt it.
“I think I heard Mom say the words ‘complete disappointment.’” A smile curved her red lips just as a laugh echoed