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“Shut up, Colt,” she whispers.

“I swear to fuckin’ God,” I hiss, opening the driver's door as I crash my lips over hers. With one hand on the back of her head, she wraps her legs around my waist and squeezes, and I maneuver us both out of the truck.

The entire way to my front door, my tongue is pretty much down her throat. I press her back against the front door as I fumble getting the key in the lock. I don’t waste a second; I need to be inside her. I need to taste her.

Her moans vibrate against my lips as I head up the stairs, straight to my bedroom, and flick on the lights before throwing her onto the bed.

Her eyes meet mine as she sits up on her elbows; I hold up my finger and command, “Don’t move.”

Her eyebrow arches; she’s fighting herself not to talk back. I approach the foot of the bed, grab her ankle, and drag her towards me.

Her eyes sparkle as I run my hands up her smooth legs, stopping at the thigh strap. I grin, removing the blade, holding it up in front of my face.

Her breath stutters as my eyes drag down her body. With my other hand, I lift her boot and unlace it, pulling it off and tossing it on the ground with a thud.

I do the same with the other, and lean down, gripping her by the throat.

“Does this do it for you, Gianna?” I drawl out as I run the tip of the blade gently along her cheek.

She doesn’t move. She doesn’t breathe. Slowly, I drag the blade across her bottom lip, watching the darkness take over her pupils.

I continue moving down her body, letting the cool flat side of the blade glide over her skin, over her collarbones, down her arm.

“You’re a sick fuck, cowboy,” she whispers.

I nod as I snake my arm around her waist and cut at the ribbon holding the corset part of her dress together.

She hisses out a breath on the first cut. By the seventh, she’s biting her lip, waiting. Everything around us buzzes. Once I’m finished, I toss the knife onto the mattress, shoving her onto her back beside it.

And I stand there, staring at the woman I married, spread out on my bed, waiting for me with a hunger in her eyes that I ain’t ever seen before. Something so raw, so fucking hot.

“What are you waiting for?” she asks, tilting her head.

“Admiring the view,” I tell her.

“Careful, cowboy; you almost sound like you like me when you say shit like that.”

Grabbing the side of her dress, I peel it off her. She even lifts her hips to help me. I nearly choke on air when I see what's underneath.

Her ink covers her entire stomach, a diamond above her belly button. A deep red see-through bra, with a cross over her nipples, and matching panties.

I run my finger across the moth inked into her skin just below her ribs.

“You like what you see, huh?” she purrs, slipping her fingers under the hem of the lace of her panties.

I clear my throat. Yeah. I think I like it too damn much. She’s like every fuckin’ wet dream I’ve had since I was a teenager.

If I could find a technology to create my perfect woman, it would be this scene right in front of me.

Except for the attitude and the fact that her family almost had my brother killed and forced me to marry her. Tiny details that my dick does not give a single shit about.

“I really, really need to fuck you,” I tell her desperately.

Moving her hands out of the way, I peel down her panties, spreading her legs as wide as they’ll go. Her pussy is glistening for me. “But, first, I gotta taste you,” I murmur as I drop to my knees, dragging her right to the edge of my bed.

I don’t waste a single second. I dive two fingers inside her and suck on her clit. She cries out, tugging at my hair.

Within no time, she’s shaking violently around me. I look up at her from between her legs, her eyes squeezed closed, holding her breath so hard she’s going red in the face.