Claim (A Dangerous Man, #3)
return for a huge profit.” I reply.” It was good business, and he made money from Preston Corp every day we’ve been in existence.”
    She draws in a deep breath, and I can see that she wants to believe me. “All those pictures of the two of you...”
    “Mean nothing,” I insist, “We went to a lot of the same places, and people are used to mentioning our names together.”
    “Why don’t you want anyone to know about me?” She asks with a small sniff.
    Where do I start? I’d have to tell her everything about Carole, Toby Felt, and how I almost lost my company.
    She gets up suddenly. “Fine, don’t tell me,” she says angrily, walking away from me. I follow, stopping her at the door.
    “Sophie.” I take her hand. I don’t want to fight. Carole is not important enough for us to fight about.
    She turns around to face me, for a moment, I think she has relented, but then she pulls her hand away from mine. “Don’t touch me.” her voice is shaky, “Don’t ever touch me again.”
    Now she’s definitely overreacting. “Don’t be childish Sophie.”
    She reacts as if I’ve slapped her. She turns and rushes away from me.
    “Sophie, for God’s sake.” I follow as she runs to our room, catching up as she rushes into the walk-in closet.
    She wants to leave.
    I feel a knot tighten in my stomach. I reach out for her, gathering her into my arms. “Stop.” I can hear the plea in my voice. “Stop.”
    She holds on to me, clutching me tightly. I bury my nose in her hair, breathing in the essence of her. This is what I want, to feel her like this, to know that she knows that she’s mine.
    I stroke her hair, listening as her breathing slows.
    “Why did you marry me David?” She asks shakily.
    I pull back so that I’m looking into her face. “Because I wanted you,” I say truthfully. “I wanted you the moment I saw you standing outside that little shop in that small town, looking so lost and alone. I wanted your innocence, your beauty,” her lips are trembling. Distracted, I kiss her gently at the soft corner of her lips. “I wanted your body Sophie, I wanted to see your face when I make you scream my name.”
    She sways, her body pressing against me. “You didn’t have to marry me,” she says quietly, “You already had me.”
    As if once would ever be enough. “And then I wanted no one else to ever have the pleasure. Understand that Sophie, You are mine.”
    Her lips are parted, inviting me. My body responds without holding back. I kiss her, tasting the sweetness of her lips.
    I undress her in a hurry, and tear off my clothes as fast as I can. The bed is too far away, so I carry her to one of the armchairs, kneeling between her parted legs. Then she takes me in her hand and guides me inside her slickness, her eyes closed, and her lips parted in an expression of ecstasy. My breath hisses out of my chest, and I almost explode. The fever of desire engulfs me, and I plunge in deep, going insanely, pleasurably mad with each thrust. Wanting her is like a fire in my blood, and it doesn’t let go until I’m utterly spent, and barely able to carry her to the bed.
    We lie side by side, her head resting on my shoulder while I stroke her hair. I have never felt like this with anyone else. It’s crazy and scary at the same time.
    “You know, I owe you a honeymoon.” I say.
    She turns to me and smiles. “Yes, somewhere that would ‘blow my mind’.”
    “Is there anywhere in particular you would like to go?”
    She sighs. “I’d go anywhere with you.”
    In that moment, I’m totally, irrevocably hers. I lean over and kiss her until I’ve tasted every corner of her mouth.
    “I think I know just the place.” I say when I pause for breath.
    She smiles. “I thought we were going out for dinner?” She doesn’t sound too eager.
    My eyes skip to rosy nipples, erect and asking for my attention. What dinner?
    “Forget dinner.” I say decisively.
    And then I make her forget.

Chapter Seven
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