Chapter 27

He said, “I want you, Robert,” and watched Robert’s expression change, registered the tiny profound catch of breath, the hope. “I am marrying you because I am choosing you. Not merely because of these present circumstances. Because I love you, and I want you. You, Robert Thorne.”

“Yes,” Robert said. “Oh, yes. Please.” He even shivered all over, and licked his lips; his gaze grew more eager, more wondering, drinking in the words, absorbing them. A certainty: Anthony could, and would give him that.

He vowed as much. Over and over, if need be.

Robert said, still kneeling, “May I ask you to fuck me? Or may I pleasure you, this time?”

“You may always ask. Anything you desire.” He stroked Robert’s hair. “I want to give you what you desire. Ask me, and I will provide for you.”