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“I love you,” I murmur, trying out the words. They echo in the silence, sounding so loud to my ears. Even the city seems to keep quiet so my stepfather—and now husband—can sleep. “I love Ramses Maurizio Alexander Moreno. The fourth,” I add with a wry smirk.
“Is that so, daughter?”
Fucker.
As he turns, propping himself up effortlessly on one elbow, I wonder how long he’s been awake. I glare in the half-light seeping in from under the doorway, then soften as I remember when he used to force Mom to let me have the light on in the hall because I was scared of the dark.
She would tell him I was old enough to get used to the dark. He would ignore her and make sure I felt safe.
“Wife,” I murmur. “I’m your wife now.”
“Say that again. Makes me feel like a fucking king.”
I lick my lips, my heart thundering as I open my mouth, hesitate, then plunge into the deep end. “I’m the wife of Ramses Moreno. I love Ramses Moreno. He’s my stepfather and my husband,” I tell him, pushing the smile to my lips, watching a softness enter his hard blue eyes as those dark lashes flutter.
“Fucking right.” He chuckles conceitedly, bristling with self-confidence as he turns, and I see the tattoos across his back, following them with my eyes as they stretch and undulate with every movement.
Then I spot it. Glinting under his pillow.
Looks like I’m not the only one with a healthy fear of the dark. My stepfather sleeps with a gun tucked under his head.
I still remember the times he took me to the gun range. And the other times. The times when the guns weren’t licensed, and the targets were set up by hand. He taught me how to take the safety off, how to hold a firearm, and how to shoot a man so he won’t get back up.
Ramses knows how proficient I am.
This is it. The moment I knew would come.
But, what about…what if… I let my fingers drift to my belly.
Doesn’t matter. No one takes me by force. He’s a ten, but he’s a psycho and has some many red flag flying over his head, I need to be practical.
I’m one hundred percent running on impulse, fire in my veins as I lean in to kiss him, my hand easing under the pillow.
“Kiss me, Daddy,” I purr, and something inside him melts. I see it in the weight that lifts from his shoulders. The furrow in his brow smooths.
Now, Bijou.Do it now…
The handle of the gun slips into my fingers so easily, the weight reassuring. And I’m on my feet, not caring that I’m naked. This man’s put his cock inside me pretty much everywhere possible so a little skin between husband and wife doesn’t even register for me at this point.
In a breath, I’m pointing the gun his way, sliding out of the bed, backing across the room on a smile. I flick the switch to see his smirk, eyes glinting as his tongue plays with the corner of his mouth so enticingly, I almost drop the weapon and fling myself at him.
“What game are we playing, Little Lamb?”
“No game. I’m leaving. And if you come after me, I’ll shoot you. I’ll have this marriage annulled by lunchtime.”
His eyes dart up and down, taking me in, pupils dilating as they skim over every inch of exposed flesh.
“Really? Dressed like that? Or undressed, I should say. You realize of course I’ll be forced to cut out the eyes of any man that sees you. And their tongues. Can’t have them talking about what they’ve seen.”
“You’re a bastard.”
“That’s me being my most philanthropic, darling daughter wife. I could kill them, but I’ll let them live if they can’t speak.”
“Fucker.” I blink, surprised when it turns the room into a kaleidoscope of color. Am I crying because he’s such a psycho, or because I want to be with him?Focus, Bijou, it’s now or never. You’ll never have another chance. “Throw me one of your shirts,” I demand.
He chuckles, turns, and pulls open the drawer beside him. And I panic.
“No sudden moves,” I tell him. “Slower. One hand. Damn it!Stop.You know I know how to shoot.”
