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By:Shelly Bell Chapter One


“Because I’m yours.”

With one thrust, he seated himself inside her pussy. “That’s right. And no one touches my wife but me. Every part of you belongs to me, just as every part of me belongs to you. But I understand your desire to be watched, and how I love to watch you, my sweet. I want to hear you. I want the workmen to hear you. Fuck, I want the guy delivering the mail down the street to hear you.”

He wasn’t gentle, driving into her over and over, swerving his hips in frantic motion. The noise of their lovemaking sent her careening toward climax. His skin slapping against hers. Her pussy’s wet suction of his cock. His groans. Her cries. Those workmen could hear everything. They could see everything. See her.

Her body trembled as everything in her tightened, and nothing else existed except for the throbbing electric spot high inside her pussy only Cole could touch and claim. On a scream, she unraveled, pleasurable spasms clenching around Cole’s cock as she came and came and came. She was still coming when he shuddered, bathing her inner tissues with his hot release. He collapsed on top of her; then, after catching his breath, he rolled off and removed the restraints from her arms and legs.

She sighed as he massaged her wrists. “I can’t believe we did that. Even with the confidentiality agreement, the workmen are going to tell everyone they know what goes on here.”

He shrugged. “Those aren’t the builders. I requested a few of the male slave trainees take a walk by the gazebo.”

Of course. Cole would never risk harming her in any way. “I should’ve guessed.”

“There’s something I wanted to discuss.” He sat her up and kneeled beside her. “Before I met you, I lived in the dark. But since you’ve come into my life, even the darkness is filled with your light. I don’t know how much time I have until I lose my vision completely. Before I do, I want to see you walking down the aisle of the church wearing white like the angel you are. Danielle, would you do me the honor of marrying me?”

She cocked her head. “That was a beautiful speech, but your memory must be fading along with your sight because we’re already married.”

“I want to do it right. You deserve more than a five-minute ceremony at the courthouse. This morning, I officially asked Roman for your hand. I never thought I’d get married, and now that I am, I want it all. The church wedding with our family and friends, the reception at the house, the honeymoon.” He took her hand. “Say yes, Danielle. Even when I’m blind, I’ll still see you. I don’t need working eyes or photographs for that. You are my light.”

She cupped his cheek. “And you are my mirror. I’ll always say yes. Of course I’ll marry you again.”