Page 61 of Possessive Mr. Pen

“I’m sleeping on the couch,” I snarl with a twist.

For the briefest of moments, I freefall, but the sensation is terrifying enough I screech.Connor catches me with ease and smirks as I clutch at his uninjured shoulder.

“You’re still hurt,” I chide.

“I can carry you all day long and not break a sweat.And my offer will always stand.Give me everything, my gladiator goddess.I can handle it.”

His smug smirk brings out the worst in me.

“You think so?Then let’s meet on the mats tomorrow after getting our marriage license.”

“I look forward to it,” he rumbles.

“At my gym, not yours,” I clarify.

Several unreadable emotions play over his features.

“Whatever my warrior queen commands,” he vows as he lays me in the bed and tucks the blankets over me.

“Goodnight, Hilary,” he murmurs.

“Goodnight…” I don’t know whether to call him Connor or Heath.Heath seems wrong.He’s not a little boy anymore, especially not right now.

“Say my name, Hilary,” he demands, giving me the answer.

“Goodnight, Connor.”

Pleasure softens his expression.He brushes his closed lips over my cheek and pulls the blankets tighter around me before turning off the lights and settling on the couch.

I drift into a serene lake with a small smile on my face.

Today may have been horrible, but tomorrow promises adventure and fun.

I’ll marry the man who can infuriate and arouse me at the same time, who also happens to be the boy I saved in my early teens, without worrying about guest lists, fancy attire, or the status quo, and then I’ll get to introduce him to someone who can deliver worse damage than his uncle.

Although maybe I don’t want him beaten to a pulp again.Tomorrow will be our first night as a married couple.

In the peace between the present and sleep, I can’t lie to myself anymore.

Momo is right.

I love Connor Pen.

I may have signed a contract for a five-year marriage, but he’ll never get rid of me.

He’s mine.No matter what name he goes by or how grandiose his plans for revenge may be, I will always be by his side.

I’m his gladiator goddess.His warrior queen.

He’s my king of vengeance.

Connor Pen.

Chapter 16

Connor Pen

I hide my giddy excitementbehind a wicked smirk and accept the gaudy piece of paper from the clerk.