Wickedly Twisted
"I can't marry you. I don't even know you. I don't even like you."
"You like it when my mouth is between your legs. What else do you need?"
"Don't be an asshole." I turn on him, anger flaring again. "Do you have any idea how hard this is for me? I ran from one abusive relationship only to end up in the mansion of some rich Greek gangster and I'm supposed to suck it up and marry you? And oh, yeah, you have all these enemies, and I have to be your wife or my fucking ex-husband is going to hunt me down, because you punched him in the face and told him I'm yours, which I did not agree to, and—"
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