Page 110 of Remi's War (Four Dark Horsemen 2)

For a second, I imagine what it would have been like being gifted this ring if Remi asked me to marry him while we fell madly love.

I’d be the happiest woman alive, soaking up all the attention and possessive ways, gladly showing off all the hickeys and elements of his absolute rights over me.

Because no one else would have mattered to me.

However, in this fairy tale of mine, there is no Prince Charming, and I’m all alone, faced with impossible choices while living in an illusion.

And all mirages need to be destroyed—otherwise, I will look at the world through rose-colored glasses, believing a man can change.

Only, villains don’t change, because their greed and desire to burn the world are always greater than any love they might experience.

“Yes, I guess diamond handcuffs were out of the question. People might have frowned too much at you being so obvious about having a captive.”

I regret the words the minute they slip from my lips, as the energy around us changes instantly, polluting the air with wickedness and forbidden desires, warning me of the upcoming doom, as I dared to go against the monster’s wishes.

Remi’s eyes become pitch-dark, and he grips my hand hard, pulling me toward him and then pressing me to the nearest wall once again, my back connecting with the hard surface. My groan echoes through the room when his pelvis pushes into me, trapping me in his embrace and leaving no space to run away.

“What did I say about calling yourself anything but my wife?” he asks calmly, although by how his body vibrates with tension, I know he is far from it. His hand wraps around my throat, making me tilt my head, and his hot breath fans my lips as heat envelops me, sending scorching sensations all over my system while my body buzzes with anticipation. My core contracts at the action, needing very little to stoke the lustful fire within me.

His tobacco mixed with freshly consumed coffee scent tingles my nose when he leans closer, his lips brushing over mine as he speaks. “Is your pussy wet, chérie?”

I shake my head, refusing to admit it, because I’m such a weakling when it comes to this man. Which is my personal shame, even though the little voice in my head whispers that he’s been amazing toward me.

But his real identity has to keep me from falling for him. For if I can be enamored with the beast, then… who am I?

How can I accept his touch and this union for however long he plans to stay married to me, if he is a coldblooded killer?

“Stop fighting it,” he orders, skimming his lips over mine before pressing his thumb into my chin, forcefully opening my mouth for him. “I’m your husband.” A thrill travels through me, tingling sensations zipping in waves from the top of my head to the tips of my toes at the absolute obsessive way he utters this obvious fact. “You. Are. Mine.”

He sucks on my neck—hard, to the point of pain—and I whimper, lacing my fingers in his hair while he stakes his claim all over me again. The wind from the open balcony door whooshes over us, bringing much-needed relief to my heated skin while desire consumes me, his touches setting my body aflame and driving me insane.

“Accept it. Learn to live with it. Fucking thrive in it,” he says harshly, tearing his mouth away from me before gripping my dress and ripping it in two. The cloth sliding down my form lands by our feet, leaving me standing in only my sodden panties in front of him.

His hand slides into my hair, fisting it hard as he tips my head back, exposing more of me to him while his hard-on grazes my stomach, adding to the blazing fire spreading by the second and breaking goose bumps on my flesh over and over again. My core clenches just remembering how the thick bulge feels stretching me, and I moan, hiking my leg over his hips, trying to climb up him.

He grips my hip, keeping me steady, and the action does little to give me much friction, and I cry in frustration, pulling at his hair and silently demanding he comply with my wishes. “Who do you belong to?” he asks. When I give him no reply, he slaps me on the ass, the action making my breath hitch in my throat. “Who owns this body, Penelope?”

I jerk my hips forward, seeking his cock, but he sways backward, making me groan in frustration. “Please, Remi.” Does he want my shame? Why can’t he just finish what he started, since we both seem to need it so much?

My body becomes an instrument in his hand that he plays so masterfully it should be forbidden, yet I come back for more over and over again.

Common sense. Dignity. Humanity.

All this is pushed to the back of my mind when faced with the passion this man inspires in me.

I claw at his shoulders harder, whispering again, almost in a frenzy, “Please.”

He places his hot palm on my bare stomach, and it dips under the touch, bliss traveling all over me, and then his grip on my hair tightens as he slams his lips on mine, sealing us in an all-consuming kiss. Our mouths fight for dominance while our tongues brush against each other, creating a whirlpool of sensations within me, and he swallows my moan as the kiss becomes hotter and deeper, mimicking the art of lovemaking.

This kiss seems a claim on its own, announcing to me that I can never, ever outrun this man who craves me and refuses to be alone in this passion.

In this dark abyss when darkness and vices rule, the monster keeps me caged so I’ll never escape the magical effect he has on me.

A protesting whimper rocks between us when he tears his mouth away, only to turn into a moan when he drops to his knees, his fingers digging into my skin when he takes my leg and throws it over his shoulder after tearing my panties off and throwing them away.

Resting my head on the wall, I thread my fingers in his hair as he rubs his face over my damp core, inhaling deeply, and his touch plays with my nerve endings, awakening everything female in me. The frenzy of need becomes almost unbearable, his hot breath tickling and tingling my skin.

“Remi, please.” My hoarse voice sounds painfully akin to the hurt my body experiences right now when he denies my pleasure.

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