Wildest Desires: A Dark Short Story Collection
I stand in the center of the plush white rug, my heart hammering so loudly in my ears.
My husband, Ethan, turns around slowly from the door. He unbuttons his black tuxedo jacket, tossing it carelessly onto a nearby velvet chair, followed quickly by his silk bowtie. He loosens the top collar of his white shirt, his dark eyes locking onto mine with a raw hunger that makes my breath freeze in my throat. We are finally alone, and the safe boundaries of our dating life are completely gone. I am his wife now. I am his legal possession.
"Come here, wife," Ethan rumbles, his deep voice dropping into a rough, thick baritone that vibrates straight through the floorboards.
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