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getting anything from me will be to rape me because my hate for you would immeasurable.”
    “Dio mio, amore. You are a feisty one. If you say they are good then I’ll leave them alone, but if they try to take you from me we’re going to have a problem.”
    “I want to talk to them.”
    “Not yet.”
    “Why not?”
    “Because I fucking said so. You seem to forget that I’m a man not to fuck with.”
    “I haven’t forgotten. I just don’t like them worrying about me.”
    “Behave, and they’ll have nothing to worry about.”
    “Are you going to keep up with the death threats for as long as you keep me? Because I assure you that isn’t going to turn me on.”
    “I didn’t say I would kill you, but they’d have to worry about the fact that your ass will be so damn sore that you won’t be able to sit for a fucking week.”
    “Are you use do beating your women?”
    “You’re the exception to all the rules. I never beat a broad before. I used them to get off and left them. I’m not a kind lover, but a spanking is completely different.”
    “So you’re into the dirty abuse as foreplay?”
    “No, I’m not into hurting a woman. I fuck and go, no preliminaries, and no sticking around.”
    “So, I’m special. Fabulous.”
    “Yes, you are. You’re marrying me, you’re going to have my babies, and you are definitely the only broad I ever brought in this house. I expect you to be a good wife and keep your legs closed for any other man, and my dick is now only for you.”
    He just stared at me waiting for my reaction, but I didn’t know what to say. I was confused, my body screamed for his, but my mind was telling me run as fast as I can back to Ireland. He saw my indecision and changing the subject, he asked, “Do you normally cook?”
    “Yes, I do. My mom had an accident when I was thirteen so I decided to help her and became really good at it. So much so that when she got better I still cooked at least three times a week.”
    “So what were you making me for breakfast before I scared the shit out of you?”
    “Who said I was cooking anything for you? I was hungry and making some pancakes.”
    “My favorite, thanks, amore,” he said cheerfully as he kissed my cheek.
    I was looking at him like he was crazy and I wasn’t making anything for him.
    “Please. Don’t look at me like that. I can tell a lot about a person from just a first meeting. I need to learn all I can from the start in order to survive in this world. You’re a sweetheart, the proverbial good girl next door. Did you grow up on a farm?”
    “No, my mother was a teacher, and my father is a lawyer.”
    “And they were going to let you marry a farmer?”
    “Declan is a good man. They wanted someone who loved me and cared for me. Declan cares for me.”
    “Do you miss him?” he practically growled.
    “At first I did. When I got here, he called me when I landed, and I was feeling homesick.”
    “But now?”
    “Besides feeling awful for betraying him, I haven’t thought of him.”
    “Really?”
    “Yes.”
    “Good because I didn’t want to have to kill Mr. Sullivan.”
    “You know his name?”
    “I know a lot baby. What do you think I was doing all night? I was looking into who you and your family are and your ties to your uncle.”
    “Did you learn enough?”
    “Don’t get all pissy sweet cheeks. I needed to know what I needed to know. There are things you’re going to need to know and other things you don’t.”
    “Selective honesty. I’m not sure I can work with that. So I’m just to ignore the mistresses and the partying and not ask any questions when you come back bloody like yesterday!? I’ll pass. What are you doing?” I asked as I saw him undoing his belt and then unleashing that beast while slowly stroking it.
    “What did I tell you earlier?”
    “What command are you talking about?”
    “Later woman I’m going to show you what talking back is going to get you. I told you, you’re mine, and I’m yours;