Page 128 of Pretend Wife
“Fuck, I need to get you out of this dress,” he said when he finally pulled back.
“Behave,” I ordered. “Patience is a virtue.”
“Patience is a pain in the ass.”
“If you behave, I’ll make it worth it.”
His brows climbed up his forehead. “Oh?”
“Mm-hm. I’ll even let you use ropes.”
Red lust exploded in his aura, mixing with the softer love and joy that were already there. “You enjoy torturing me, don’t you?”
“Maybe,” I said with a coy smile.
“You know, for an angel, you’re awfully mean.”
“You love me anyway.”
“I do,” he murmured. “So much.”
He pulled me closer, tucking my head under his chin, and I melted into his embrace. I was home, the place I’d been searching for my whole life. I’d just never expected to find it in the arms of a human man. The stepson of a prince of Hell. My mate.
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