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At first, I think it’s to lift my miniskirt and rip my panties aside. He has such a fetish for eating me out, and,god, I’ve missed him.

But Nash surprises me.

Reaching into his disguise, his creased khakis, he lifts a black velvet bag and tugs its gold drawstring open. Grinning, he pulls something out. “If I tried to hide a ring box in my pants, you’d snark about my huge size, so I hope this is too big for you, too.”

“It’s not too big.” I shake my head at the enormous black, pear-shaped diamond surrounded by a halo of clear ones on a gold band. “It’s perfect.”

“Perfect for my beautiful wife.” He lifts my left hand to his lips. “Poison, will you marry me and vow to kill me with that mouth every day?”

I nod, tears salting my smile. “On one condition.”

“Only one?” He smirks.

“Okay, three.”

“Should’ve shut up at one.”

I wink. “You’ll learn.”

“Name them.”

“Okay, five, now.”

“Vale.”

“Okay, one: You dress like Gomez Addams at our wedding. Pinstripe suit. Pencil mustache and?—”

“Fuck, no.” He laughs on bended knee. “Try again.”

“We get married at night by the river.” His brown eyes sparkle, imaging it, too. “In the backyard of our new house.”

“Done.”

“I want all the kings and queens there. That means Alena and Loch, too. So we have to wait until they’re back together, or she’s moved on.”

He nods. “Of course.”

“And three, but I’m saving the last two for later. That’s part of your groveling punishment…”

He holds the ring poised over my shaking black fingernail. “Yes, we can serve Happy Meals at our wedding.”

How did he know?

“Okay, then, four: We invite my father to our wedding. I want to give him a chance to make it right.”

“Whatever you want, poison, it’s yours.” He still holds my ring, waiting, asking, “Now, will you finally let me makeusright? Will you marry me?”

“Only if you vow to stay big and hard like my ring.”

That’s my sweet, snarky answer, and he smirks, sliding it on. “This diamond, my heart, and my dick are yours forever.”

He rises with my smile. After a kiss that rips my breath away, he scoops me up and tosses me on the bed, red tulip petals bouncing around me.

He tugs off my shoes, leaving my thigh-highs on. “Show me what’s mine,” he orders. “Only mine, or I’ll kill someone. Do you understand me now?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I tease because Idounderstand him, and he understands me, too, as I lift my black mini-skirt and tug my white panties aside. He licks his lips, staring at my pussy, so I clench it for him. His heated glare and hard cock in his pants are making me wet. I need him so much…

“But Nash,” I nod toward my door, “go lock it. I know we’re safe and all now, but?—”

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