“Let me go…” I whisper, shocked by how close he is. “I thought you were a decent man, and you…” “There aren’t any decent men, girl,” he smirks. He brushes the knuckles of his hand along my cheekbone and breathes hotly. “I want you.” “Crrrt!” he growls, suddenly bringing our faces together. “I can’t even look at you calmly!” “You understand it’s wrong…” I stammer. “Please don’t make me…” “Then you’ll become my wife,” he says decisively. “Will that be right?” “Yes,” I nod. But I don’t get to finish, because he plunges into my mouth with a greedy kiss. “Let go,” I whimper, helpless and horrified by the realization that I like what this man is doing to me. “You said ‘yes,’” he smirks, pulling away for a moment. “And now any other answer isn’t accepted.”