as supposed to
that feels more like a prison than a sign of happiness. There's no joy here
n Pi
d mafia boss. Cold
timidating mansion. The room I'm in feels more like a cage. The dark red walls look like they're covered in blood, t
h a click that sounds more l
rn a
e sharp, like he's swallowing me whole. I can
ls the silent room. I don't move, but my whole
touch my hand gently. He loosens my tight
says in a deep, sharp voice that sends chills do
e. But more than that, I feel like I
and look him in the e
ly. His eyes roam over
s voice leaves no room for argument.
ack, but before I can speak, his ey
stion," he say
ree
face hardens, and he g
still a
t skips
says slowly, demandin
, caught in h
y chest tight. Nolan's eyes don't move from mine. His smirk is f
lenging. "You're my wife. That means you'
ing every reaction I give him. Calmly, he starts unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his muscul
room just by being in it. Without saying anything, I turn and
ainst the wall, eyes closed for a moment. It's only the firs
own. My hands tremble when they touch my skin-not from fear,
into some pajamas-somehow already hanging by the sink-and look at mys
ath, I open the doo
asually leaning against the frame, but his
in his deep, rough voice, the Italian accent
t him, get into bed, and stare
ords echo in my head. Mi
m. "Stop call
ound my anger amusing. He stepped closer,
oth like a tease-but his eyes said
'm not your toy, Nolan.
ng me to prove it. "You're my wife. Th
"A wife you forced into marriage. That doesn't
gently tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear-a move that should've f
quietly, his tone calm but chilling. "But
nd away, hard. I
of this tension. "I like your fire," he said, leaning lazily agai
aside and walked casually across th
k. "Don't get too c
er his shoulder with a k
ht have just started, but one thing was clear-I wa
.
felt to
silence wrap around me. My thoughts were
ot just rich or powerful, but a Span
as here, in
ed up. Nolan was leaning against the bathroom
ice had that rough Italian-Spanish acce
"Stop calli
. "Why not? You're my wife. That makes you
because we're married
ed slowly toward me, and in seconds, he was right in front of me. I
oice low and intense. "The second you said 'I
"Oh yeah? I'd say th
re out what I meant. Then I stood up, facing hi
o bad-I'm a dark romance addic
gh, like I'd said s
ter around myself, hoping the night wo
.
ed on. I still
the blanket and glancing at the sofa across the room where Nolan
ng to sleep?" I
ng. "You think I'd sleep next to a woman wh
es. "I'm not t
h, but how wou
n't r
d up. I tensed slightly as he cam
me and leaned in, his fa
why I chose you, K
. "Because you ha
. "Maybe. But I'm also curious... h
in his voice. Not a
gaze head-on. "You want me to give u
epping back, as if silently acknowledg
nce I arrived at this man
e. I was going to win-and ma