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186 pages, Kindle Edition
Published September 4, 2023
“If you’d had a husband,” he said, his eyes like a brand on my skin. “I would have killed him as soon as I’d hunted you down to take you. Nothing is going to stop me from marrying you.”
“Well, you can’t want to marry me!” I said uneasily. “You don’t even know me.”
“No, I don’t,” said Jake agreeably, blowing a lazy smoke ring out the open window. “But I know I want to marry you.”
He flicked his eyes over to me again. “And I get what I want.”
He kissed me like it hurt him not to, like he wanted nothing else in the world beside the feel of his tongue on mine.
“Why do you keep introducing me as your wife?” I snapped.
“Because you’re going to be,” he said matter-of-factly, and I didn’t know how to argue with such obviously insane delusion.
“You’re basically abducting me, you know!”
“No basically about it,” he said, trapping both of my wrists behind my back so he could press his body against mine. “I want you, and I don’t care how I get you. Now let’s go have some pie.”
“Surely there’s other women that you can marry without having to kidnap them?”
“There’s hundreds of them,” Jake replied, tapping his cigarette case against his palm. “I want you, though.”
“What kind of town are you running here?”
I asked. Mr. Witherspoon sputtered incompetently.
“This man has kidnapped me,” I said indignantly, pointing to Jake. “He’s holding me here by force and you want the Sheriff to arrest ME?”
Mr. Witherspoon looked like a shifty rabbit.
“Is that true, Jake?” “Damn straight,” said Jake.
“And I’ll keep holding her by force until she stops fighting me.”
“Well, there you go,” Mr. Witherspoon said. “That sounds reasonable.”
“You’re going to be my wife because you’re mine. I’ve claimed you.”
“You can’t just claim another person!” I protested.
“I can fucking claim you,” he said.
He looked feral, savage, unbound, my blood still a smear on his lips and chin. He opened my mouth harshly, reaching down to kiss me, forcing his tongue in my mouth, forcing the tang of my own blood into my mouth.
“Take everything I give you,” he ordered.
And I knew I wanted to.
“I hate you, you goddamn criminal monster!” I yelled as loudly as I could.
Jake was unmoved. “You mean your goddamn criminal monster husband,” he corrected me
He might be a criminal, kidnapper, abductor, drug lord, and stalker, but goddamn did he know how to fucking wear jeans.

“Fucking stop trying to escape, Saoirse. You have no idea how far I’d go to keep you.
"The sooner you realize that there’s no choice except submission to me the better.”
"I knew he could consume me and the embers would still be his.
“That’s a good girl, Saoirse. Come all over my face.”
“Why do you want to marry me so badly?” I asked heatedly.
He gave me a look, and then headed up the stairs to his parents’ trailer.
“If you’d had a husband,” he said, his eyes like a brand on my skin. “I would have killed him as soon as I’d hunted you down to take you. Nothing is going to stop me from marrying you.”
“I didn’t fucking abduct you for you to get yourself killed by a meth dealer,” he growled angrily.
“Well, then why did you?” I gasped.
He jerked my face in to kiss me, his kiss hard and demanding. “All I did was take what’s mine. I took you so no one else could touch what’s mine.”
…he entered me, the violence of his thrusts raising my hips from the bed. I felt the power of his obsession fill me as the pressure began to build in my core and a flame burned in my chest. And then I felt my orgasm…
…he shoved his dick through my legs and into my pussy. His cock pulled and ripped and tore and filled me…