My entire body is vibrating as I watch Anna sign her name to the marriage license.
It’s brash and reckless. Stupid? Maybe. But I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks.
That’s my baby she’s carrying beneath her breast, and I want it. I won’t acknowledge the part where I want Anna just as much.
I haven’t touched another woman since New Year’s Eve. Haven’t wanted to, and yeah, there’ve been offers.
Blatant ones.
I’m the king of the fucking Vipers. Bodies are cheap in my world.
I hesitated the last time I had her in my grasp, and I refuse to make the same mistake now that she’s back.
Six fucking months without a word, but it doesn’t matter. My body reacts to her like it does to no other.
My dick is painfully hard beneath my tailored pants, and I want her with a need I can barely contain.
Her face is tear-stained, free of makeup, and the loose sundress she has on is crumpled.
Still, she looks beautiful.