Page 52 of Relentless Sinner

This girl has fucked my mind over, and I can’t stop wanting her.

I usually take whatever I want and label it mine. I’ve already done that with her. But she won’t feel like she’s mine until she gives in to the desire that makes her want me.

How do I make her give herself to me?

Slowly.

Take things slowly. One step at a time until I break her down into what I want. Then she’ll be begging for my pleasure.

And then she’ll be mine.

So much more than just my wife.

Chapter Eleven

Gabriella

He’s back.

I heard Jaxon’s car pull in over an hour ago.

It’s almost nightfall and I’ve been in the hall with the seamstress forhourscompleting the finishing touches to my wedding dress.

I was already in a state of angst before the she came by. Now that Jaxon is home I feel like I’m going to implode. All I’ve done for the last three days is think about him and this plan of mine to escape.

My mission this evening is to get the plan moving by speaking to Jaxon about returning to my voluntary job at the hospital.

I’ve been worrying about how I’d broach the subject with him.

It should be simple. Itcouldbe simple but there’s also the matter of what happened when we last saw each other that I have to consider.

Everything I did with him and what he didtome has been riding my mind and plaguing my thoughts like a treatment-resistant virus.

I’m nervous about how I’ll be when I see him. Worst of all is my embarrassment over the things I’ve been doing to myself at night when I’m alone in his bed.

A madness seems to come over me, and I touch myself. Yes,me—the same level-headed girl who should know better than to lust after the mafia boss who was contracted to be my husband.

I’m worried about myself.

I think being here in this twisted situation has made me go crazy and want a man I would never normally want.

And God, when is this woman going to finish?

I didn’t know the appointment was going to take so long. It might have gone way faster if the seamstress hadn’t been talking so much about all the luxury weddings she’ll be catering for this fall.

“Your dress is so gorgeous but I do wish you’d chosen the lace body we spoke about, like the Hemingway dress I’m making for the wedding in the Hamptons.”

There she goes again.

“I like the satin,” I reply, trying to keep the annoyance out of my voice. I hate that she’s criticizing the one thing I chose.

“Yes, dear. I’m just saying the lace would have looked glorious on you.” She launches into something else but I tune her out, hoping she’ll be done soon.

I hate waiting for anything but I’m more impatient than usual because I’ve been waiting to speak to Jaxon for way too long. Longer than the three days he’s been away.

Cora came to see me earlier and we mulled over some ideas. She has some people in mind who may be able to help me but she hasn’t approached them yet. She won’t do it until I’m able to get back to the hospital, so that part is key.

We couldn’t brainstorm as much as I wanted to because the guards came around. They seemed to be doing their standard rotation but I’ve been so paranoid that I was worried they heard us.