She’s screaming, “Oh, God,” but I’m the exact opposite.
Rome
I’m a fighter, not a lover. I have as many scars as I do notches on my bedpost.
All I do is f**k and forget. But when I lay eyes on Olivia, I know that one time won’t be enough.
I make her scream until her throat is hoarse. I won’t rest until I own her very soul.
But when she’s put in danger, I decide to really claim her.
Now, she’s my wife…
…’til death do us part.
Olivia
Rome is danger incarnate: muscles rippling and tattoos covering his arms.
But when he tells me he’s going to marry me to keep me safe, I can’t resist.
He makes me want to do things I never thought I’d do.
He’s my seducer. My corrupter. My fallen angel.
I should know better, but I’ve got no other options.
Now the devil himself is my husband…
…as long as we both shall live.