Page 45 of Sacrificing Zoriah

“Yes,” I say. “I’ve been through far too much to be looking for sweet and romantic. Although, I do want romance occasionally. Just not this time.”

“Okay, then I’ll corner you,” he says simply.

“When?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he replies with a grin. I smile and shake my head at him, and we continue our drive. I perk up when we get to a gate at the end of a long driveway. As we go through, a gorgeous house comes into view. It’s not too big, but it’s still magnificent.

“It’s beautiful,” I say happily.

“I’m glad you like it,” he smiles. When we park beside another sedan, he gets out and comes around to my door. “Would you like to sign now or later?”

“Now!” I say giddily.

“Okay,” he laughs and pulls a file folder out of his bag. I open it when he hands it to me, and I can’t help but grin. I flip through it and notice there’s no prenuptial agreement or anything. “What?”

“No prenup,” I say.

“Half means half,” he says. “I have no intention of divorcing you. Do you plan on divorce?”

“No,” I frown at him.

“Then, it’s not needed,” he says. I nod and sign the pages he has marked. “Let’s go inside, Mrs. Tolson.”

He pulls me out of the car and kisses me hard before grabbing the backs of my thighs and picking me up. I wrap my legs around him as he carries me into the house. He takes me upstairs and drops our bags first before tossing me on the bed. I giggle when he reaches his hands up my dress and yanks my panties off.

“So much for cornering me,” I say as he moves between my legs and pulls my arms above my head.

“Shhh,” he says. “When I take this sweet little cunt for the first time, it will be when I can make you the most helpless. You want things hard and unforgiving; I’ll give you just that.”

“Oh no. I’m so helpless. Please don’t fuck me,” I say as I wiggle under him. He releases my hands and grabs me by the throat, stunning me for a second when he leans in to whisper in my ear.

“Get all your giggles out now, mi amor. When I fuck you, all I want to hear are your pleas for mercy,” he growls.

“We’ll see about that,” I say sweetly, kissing his cheek.

“Let’s go eat before I decide to have my dessert first,” he grunts and pulls us up from the bed.

“The Chicken Caesar Salad, please,” I say kindly.

“Yes, ma’am. I will have that out soon,” she smiles as she walks away with our menus.

“I like this place,” I say. “It’s cute.”

“Interesting,” he smirks.

“Why is that interesting?” I ask.

“Because this place is pretty cheap. For being married to a billionaire, you have a very affordable taste,” he says.

“Everything is affordable to you, Rome,” I laugh. “Also, twenty-five dollars for a salad is not cheap. Not when I can go to Walmart and get the same one from the deli for five bucks.”

“I have a task for you,” he says.

“What’s that?” I ask. Roman gets his wallet out. “No. Absolutely not. Stop it.”

“I’m not asking, mi amor,” he says, handing me a black Amex credit card. I’ve used it before, and it’s nice to hold. It’s metal and heavy in your hand, reminding you just how much money can be spent on it. He’s tried to get me to hold onto it before, so I wasn’t always having to ask for it, but I’ve always refused.

“No,” I say firmly. “That is not my card. It does not have my name on it.”

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