Page 173 of Risks of Temptation

"Emil—"

I cross my arms.

He exhales. "Ma belle, this underworld we are in..."

"What about it?"

"I sometimes wonder if you forget it's dangerous."

"Why would you think that?"

"There are things you seem okay with. You handle them better than I do."

"Are you referring to the sex?"

His voice lowers. "You seem unfazed about anything with others around us. When you're ordered to submit, it's..."

My stomach flips. "It's what? Say it, Malin."

"Most women don't like it. I see it in their eyes. But your eyes..."

I step closer to him and gaze up. "My eyes what?"

"Fire burns in them."

I stroke his cock and push my other hand through his hair. "I always thought you loved my eyes and the desire for you sizzling in them."

"I do. It's the ease at which you do it. And how good you are at doing it that worries me."

"Why? You would rather I shake in fear and not enjoy it?"

"No."

"Your wife likes sex, Malin. You taught me to love it. But with you and only you. I do enjoy submitting to you. I enjoy submitting to the other men because they will never get what they want. You will always get it. And it fuels me to know they want me, but I'm yours. And if anyone touches me, you will kill them. So while they think they are breaking me, I am the one breaking them. They are vile, disgusting human beings who always get everything they want. But not me. Only you get me. And it burns them. I love every minute of their desperation to have what only you will get."

He stays silent. His worried expression doesn't fade.

"And I'm your wife. You are my husband. If you want me, you shall take me. I do not want you to deny yourself if I am what you crave. And I don't want to worry about anyone else and what they think about us. Especially men I hate, and when we are in the pit of sin. All I want to focus on is you and to know I can make everyone else disappear because all you are fixated on is me, your ma belle."

He slides his hands in my hair. "I'm always fixated on you."

"I know."

"I don't need to prove anything to any of those men, and neither do you."

"I didn't say that."

"Didn't you?"

I shake my head. "No."

"It sounds like it to me."

I stand on my tiptoes and kiss him. "I want a dark corner, Malin. If we are to be there all night and into the morning hours, I want to do whatever we want with no boundaries."

"We have boundaries for a reason, ma belle."

"I know. For normal situations."