Till Death Do Us Trope



I fidget with my dress, feeling a little out of place.

“Told you that you should have let me dress you up tonight, Ara,” my friend Julia yells over the music in the loud club we are in. I look down at myself, thinking maybe she was right.

She’s dressed to kill, fitting right in like she belongs. I look like I might be going to church. Her strapless miniskirt hugs her curves, showcasing off her perfect body.

Julia and I are like night and day. She is tall with curves in the right places, short black hair that is styled in a perfect bob, showing off her shoulders and highlighting her cleavage. Her dark, sparkling eyes and blemish-free mocha skin finish off the flawless package.

I’m the opposite. I’m more than on the short side. It doesn’t help that I can’t wear heels to save my life. I have a habit of tripping over my own feet with perfectly good flats. My hair is long and so blonde that in the summer it almost turns white in color. The color of my hair and my fair pale skin make my bright blue eyes seem too big for my face. And well, I do have curves, but more than I really should have. Hence why I’m in a simple white dress that hugs me at the top and flares out at my waist. The tulle of the skirt gives it even more fluff. But like always, my boobs are still trying to bust free. No matter how hard I try, I can never keep them locked away. I swear they have a mind of their own. To get a top that comes close to fitting them, I have to go a million sizes too big and I look even bigger than I am.

“He seems to like it.” Julia smirks at me. I follow her line of sight to see a man leaning up against the bar, his eyes trained on me. His dark eyes meet mine and my heart starts to race. I’m frozen for a second.

“He’s so fucking you with his eyes,” Julia says next to my ear, shaking me from my trance. I snap my eyes from him and bring them back to her. My face feels warm and I don’t think it’s from the one amaretto sour I’ve had since we got here. Then again, maybe it is. I’ve never drank before. “This is what we talked about, Ara,” Julia reminds me. “This is what tonight is about. Don’t want to go off to college with that virginity. Those frat boys will sniff that shit out. Have a man your first time. He’ll know what he’s doing. Not some drunk college boy putting notches in his bedpost.”

I know we talked about this before we left. We graduated high school today. Julia met some guy who said he worked the door at Eres Mía. The club was only a year old and one of the hottest around, or so Julia had informed me. It was twenty-one and up, but he told her he’d get us in. And he had. Not only that, he got us a special table in the VIP area. It was roped off and actually had a guard standing in front of the rope.

My cheeks heat even more at Julia’s words. I love her to death. We became best friends in the sixth grade at the private all-girls school we went to. She was always full of life and personality. I was shy and didn’t have any friends because I was the new kid. She sat down right next to me and started talking and never stopped. She pulls me out of my shell and I love her for it. Sometimes she can be a little too wild for me, but tonight I caved to her idea of going to a club. Maybe meeting a guy. Though I didn’t really think I would follow through with it. Until now.

I glance over my shoulder to see the man who has his dark eyes trained on me. He looks like more than a man. He fills out his expensive dark gray suit. I know it’s expensive because my own dad owns hundreds.

Everything about him seems dark. His eyes, his hair, and the power that is flowing off him. I can tell just by looking at him he’s a man in charge. It rolls off him in heavy waves. I’ve been around enough of them to know what that’s like. Men like this make up the company my dad keeps.

A smirk pulls at his lips, revealing his perfect smile. I bite my lip and glance back to Julia to see if maybe he’s really looking at her. As I do so, our security guy steps out of the way as a server comes up and sets down another round of drinks and two shots.

“Vodka.” Julia sings the word. My eyes widen, but she reassures me. “It’s fine. Swallow and chase it with your drink fast. You won’t even taste it.” I raise my eyebrows at her. “Okay, you’ll taste it, but you won’t die.” I laugh.

“To the next journey of our lives.” She holds up the shot glass as she says the words. It makes me pause for a moment because I don’t know what my journey is. I know what other people want—well, more specifically what my father wants. College. I’m not sure that’s what I want, though.

“To the unknown,” I hedge, as we clink our shot glasses together. The bitter taste hits my lips, sliding down my throat as it turns into a burn. I pick up my drink and chug it down, trying to get the taste out of my mouth. Julia giggles next to me, then screams “Hell yeah!”

I shake my head at her. A giant smile lights up her face and I see it’s not at me. She’s looking at someone else. Just as I turn to see who she’s looking at, she announces, “I’m going to dance. Have fun.”

The man from the bar is standing behind my chair. The guard must have let him in. I look up at him. He seems even bigger than before. I know my eyes grow wide. He places his huge hands on the back of my chair, and his warm honey-whiskey smell fills my lungs.

“I’ve been waiting for you.” His voice is deep, just like I imagined it would be. But I wasn’t prepared for the goosebumps that break across my skin at the sound of it. My mouth falls open a little. I’m speechless. I’m not used to men coming on to me, and that’s clearly what he’s doing.

I don’t need words because his mouth falls onto mine. His tongue swipes into my mouth, and I let it as my whole body loosens. He pulls me easily from my chair, and instinctively I wrap my legs around him while letting him dominate my mouth. I close my eyes, enjoying the feel of his body against me.

“Kiss me back,” he growls, pulling away for a moment, then taking my mouth again. I do as he says. His command lights something deep inside me. I moan as our tongues tangle together, his warm whiskey taste filling my mouth.

I hear a ding and realize I no longer hear loud music. The sound of it is faint now. My eyes flutter open, and I see we are stepping into an elevator.

“What are you doing? Where are we going?” I pull back when I finally understand we aren’t in the club anymore but in a back hallway.

“Don’t stop kissing me,” he warns me. I look into his eyes and see they aren’t as dark as I thought they were. A soft bronze color surrounds his pupils. I get lost in them, and his mouth comes back to mine.

Heat rushes through my body like nothing I’ve ever felt. It’s as if I’m on fire. I find myself moving against him. My eyes fall closed again and I get lost in this man who has taken over my body. Every clear thought I should be having has vacated my mind.

Softness meets my back and his mouth goes to my neck. He licks and sucks, and a feeling I’ve never felt before washes over me. Moans leave my mouth.

“What are we doing?” I ask mindlessly. I know I shouldn’t be doing this, but I also don’t want to say no either. This is like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

“Little love, don’t tell me to stop. I’ve waited a long time for this.” His words only partly penetrate my brain. I can’t think with his mouth on me like this. I think my neck might be a weakness I didn’t know about.

“I don’t want you to stop. It feels so good. You feels so good,” I admit.

“Fuck,” he growls against my neck. “Let me get this off you. I don’t want to rip your graduation dress.”

“Hmm,” is all I can say in response. I’m not listening to him; I just want his mouth back on me.

I hear the zipper on the side of my dress descend. He slips my straps down off my shoulders, then pulls the dress down my body. I reach for him, want him back on top of me. I love the warmth of his body. The smell of him. His size makes me feel delicate and small.

“Fuck,” he mutters again. I open my eyes to see him standing at the end of the bed. His suit jacket is gone and he’s unbuttoning his shirt, but his eyes are running all over my body. I feel some flashes in my head, like reality is intruding, reminding me of what’s really happening here, and I feel self-conscious for a moment.

“You’re the most decadent thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” From the look on his face, I believe him. “Take your panties off. Show me you want this.”

I feel sexy and wanton in this moment. I’ve never felt like this before, and my momentary self-consciousness is a distant memory. I’ve never felt more alive. I want this. Even if it’s only a one-night stand. I slide my thumbs into my panties and slowly slip them down. When I bring them down to my knees, he grabs them and finishes the task for me.

“Part them.” His voice is even deeper now, and I do as he commands. Something inside me wants to please him. I need to see if that hungry look he now has stays on his face when he sees even more of me.

I slowly part my thighs, and he hisses in response. Before I can really read his face, his mouth is between my legs. My body jolts, and my hips try to come off the bed, but he stops them.

“I can’t go slow, little love. I need this. I can’t take the agony of wanting you any longer.” His mouth goes to my center, sucking my clit into his wet warmth. A single finger enters me, and I cry out at the pleasure. Everything is happening so fast. Emotions and feelings pump though my body, and I cry out at his firm assault of my clit. My nipples grow even harder. My hips jerk as an explosion rocks my body. I cry out; the pleasure is fiercer than anything I’ve ever felt.

When I finally come to, I open my eyes and see he’s looming over me, a hungry look on his face, but he smiles as his hard length presses against me.

I’ve never done this before,” I tell him.

“You think I’d ever let another man touch you?” I don’t understand his words, but I haven’t understood much since I laid eyes on him.

“I should have taken my time worshiping you. I regret rushing this tonight, but my control—” He closes his eyes like he’s pained.

“Take me. I want this,” I admit. I do. I feel more alive than ever. I’m not as shy as I normally am. Maybe it’s because I want it so much. Want him.

He pushes inside me. I moan and contract around him. Even my body is trying to take him.

“Sorry, little love,” he says before his mouth lands on mine and he pushes forward. I cry out at the sharp pain, but he drinks in my whimper. His body stills for a moment, but he keeps kissing me.

He pulls back. “Tell me you’re okay.” His eyes are pleading.

“I’m more than okay,” I whisper. The pain has passed and something else is growing in its place. I feel myself start to clench around him again, over and over, my body demanding his move.

“Fuck,” he snarls.

“You curse a lot,” I tell him on a moan.

“You’ll get used to it,” he grunts. “Wrap around me, little love. I want to feel you everywhere on me.”

I’m already doing it before he can finish what he’s saying wanting to feel every part of me on him. He moves inside me. I feel fuller than I ever have in my life. He moves his hips, touching something inside me that sends pleasure radiating up my spine.

“It’s happening again,” I moan. I feel my orgasm pushing down on me again. The first one was fast and hard, I already know this one is going to be deep and mind-blowing.

My eyes lock with his. I can’t read his expression. He looks agonized.

The pleasure hits hard—intense and life changing. I scream, and everything goes dark.



My eyes flutter open. Light streams through giant windows. The night before dances through my mind. I move a little and feel last night between my legs, a sweet ache resting there. I roll over and see the bed empty, and I wonder where my sexy stranger went. I bite my lip worriedly. What do I do? Suddenly, Julia comes to mind.

“Crap,” I mumble to myself. I totally ditched her. I roll over, looking for my purse. I find it, and sitting up, I grab it but don’t see my phone inside. Double crap. Did I forget it last night? I look down and see I’m totally naked. I stand up and search for my dress, and find it bundled on the floor. I swiftly throw it over my head and zip it up, making sure my boobs are in place. I search for my underwear but can’t find them anywhere. Oh well. I slip on my flats and grab my purse.

I wish I could call Julia because we never talked about what to do after the fact. This was a one-night stand, right? My heart hurts a little at the thought. He was so sweet last night, but I woke up alone. I glance at the sheets and see the evidence of my virginity on them. He knew I was a virgin. That he just left me alone in bed hurts, but then maybe I’ve read too much into this.

I need to get out of here. I need to talk to Julia. After slipping from the room, I make my way down the hall. All the walls are plain, white. It almost feels like a museum. When I get to the end of the hall, I see an elevator and rush toward it, wanting to make my walk of shame as fast as possible. I push the call button over and over, but nothing happens. Suddenly, two hands land on either side of me.

“Where do you think you’re going, little love?” The deep voice from the night before vibrates through my body. I turn in his man-made cage and look up at him. My heart skips a beat. I can feel heat hit my cheeks.

“I thought I should leave?” I croak, but it comes out as a question. I don’t want to. Something about this man makes me gravitate toward him, but I know nothing about men when it comes to something like this.

“You’re not leaving. I’m making you breakfast,” he tells me, a command in his voice.

“I really want to stay, but I can’t find my phone and I need to text my friend Julia to tell her I’m okay.”

“I texted her last night for you,” he says simply.

“You have my phone?” I ask. He nods. “Can I get it back?” I venture. He doesn’t answer my question.

“I’ve made your favorite, French toast and bacon.”

My stomach grumbles at his words.

“How did you know that’s my favorite?” I tease, thinking he just made a lucky guess. Who doesn’t love French toast and bacon? He just shrugs once again, not answering me.

“You’re not leaving,” he tells me. I smile at how much he wants me to stay. Maybe this isn’t some one-night stand after all. I reach up and trace his lips with my finger, remembering all the wonderful things he did to me with those lips.

“I don’t want to leave either,” I admit. “I’m just going to run home and change and I’ll come right back. I promise.”

He bites my finger, then sucks on it before letting it go. My whole body heats.

“You’re not leaving, period.” His voice grows deeper, and there’s an edge to it now. The hairs on my arms stand up. “If I let you walk out of here, it will be trouble to get you back here. Trouble, and time I’m not willing to waste. I’ve already had to wait to get you here. I’m not waiting anymore.”

His face hardens.

“I said I’d come back.” I whisper the words, unsure of what’s happening.

“He won’t let you,” he rumbles.

“Who?” I ask, even more confused now.

“Your father.”

“I-I…” I trail off, at a loss for words. I’m eighteen. I’m sure my dad doesn’t want to find out I’m dating and even having sex, but it’s not like he can stop it. I’m supposed to be going off to college soon. I’m sure he knows it’s going to happen. Maybe not with someone so much older than me, but still.

“How do you know? You don’t even know my father,” I throw back at him. He raises his eyebrows like I’m wrong. “You know him?”

“I’m Romeo Trope,” he says smoothly, and everything inside me freezes. I know that name. It’s a name I’ve heard my dad mention before. I don’t know much about my dad’s business acquaintances, but I know this is a man he hates more than anything.

“Don’t look at me like that, little love.” He smiles “I’ll take very good care of you, but know this, you will never leave me.”



I watch Arabella Scarlet eat her breakfast and I think about all I’ve done to get her here. Last night was over way too quickly, but I have to stick to the plan. I have to get her into international waters as soon as possible so that her father can no longer lay claim to her. Right now he doesn’t have any idea she’s become my possession, and I have to use that to my advantage.

“Can you tell me what’s going on?” she asks as she pushes her empty plate away.

I walk over and take her hands in mine, unable to stand the distance anymore. “I can’t tell you everything yet, but I’ve watched you and I’ve waited for the time when I could have you. That time came last night and I won’t let you go.”

“You don’t even know me.” Her words are meant to be defensive, but in her eyes I can see the hope that I won’t push her away.

“I know everything about you, Arabella, and there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to protect you. Especially from the monster you call a father.”

“I don’t understand. He’s a good man. He’s always been decent and kind to me,” she says as her eyebrows pull together and she frowns. “He’s not a monster.”

“He’s a man who will use whatever he has to in order to get what he wants, and that includes you, little love.” I trail a hand down her cheek and she leans into my touch. “He wants to sell you to the Duke of England, and I won’t have it. The duke is known for taking on a wife who mysteriously disappears a month after their nuptials. But no one questions it because of his status.”

I can practically see her mind spinning with questions, but her frown deepens. “I’ve heard of him. But my father never said—”

“You were just a pawn in his game.” I cut her off and pull her into my arms. “But from the moment I saw you, you’ve been my entire world.”

Scooping her up in my arms, I carry her back to the bedroom. I lay her out on the bed and pull away her scrap of a dress from the night before.

“You should only be draped in the finest of silks,” I say as I kiss down her belly and spread her thighs.

She’s wet and willing as I kneel between them and slide my hands under her ass. I lift her pussy up to my mouth and inhale before I give her one long lick. Her body shudders, and I watch as a blush blossoms across her chest.

I feast on her nectar as I bury my tongue in her no-longer-virgin cunt. Knowing that I was the one to take her innocence and I was the one to breed her only heightens my own arousal for her. My cock is hard and dripping in my slacks, but I don’t have time to satisfy him. This moment is only about her pleasure before we have to go.

“Romeo!” she cries out as her legs tighten and her climax approaches.

I strum her clit like a mandolin as I lick as far as I can inside of her pussy. Her thighs squeeze me before she cries out and I taste her sweet release. I want to follow her over the edge. I want to thrust my cock into her and stay there for a month, but I can’t. There’s no time.

“So perfect,” I whisper against her tender lips.

Kissing her pussy one last time, I pull myself from the bed and go to the closet. I select one of the dresses I bought for her and bring it over to where she is sprawled out on the mattress. I hold up the pink silk and she smiles at me.

“Where are we going?” she asks with heavy eyes. “I thought I was staying locked in your tower.”

“I want to marry you as soon as possible. The longer we wait, we leave the chance open that your father will try to take you back to wed the duke.”

“So I’m either going to be married to you or married to the duke? Don’t I get a say in this?”

“I’m afraid you’re just too tempting.” I place a kiss on her lips and then deepen it as her arms wrap around my neck.

Suddenly there’s a loud crash from the other side of the room and I look up to see five men dressed in all black rappelling in through the window. They all pull out knives and throwing stars when they land, ready for an attack.

“Give us the girl and no one gets hurt,” one of them says from behind a hood covering his face.

“Never!” I shout and shove Arabella behind me, trying to think of how I can possibly defend her from ninjas.

“Romeo, don’t let them take me!” she screams, and I turn around to see five more men have snatched her from behind me. “Romeo!”

They’ve got me surrounded. How did they get past all my security? How did they know where to find her? I thought I was so careful last night, but I grabbed her in haste and didn’t pay attention to eyes on us.

“Arabella!” I bellow as I catch a flash of pink being carried away as she’s taken from the room.

I charge at the men, but I’m swarmed then overpowered. They pin me to the ground and one of them brings a can of what looks like pepper spray to my face. I open my mouth to shout, but as soon as the spray hits my face, I pass out cold.

My last thoughts are of my little love and getting to her. Nothing will ever keep me from her.



I stand in Romeo’s living room, shaking. I’d grabbed the sheet to cover my body before one of the men pulled me from the room. I have no idea what’s happening.

Suddenly, my father walks into the room. “Dad?” I rush over to him.

“It’s okay. I got you.” He pulls me into a hug. My dad has always loved me. I know he can be cold at times, but the hug is a little surprising coming from him. He’s not big on affection.

“What’s happening?” I look up at him. His face is hard and doesn’t match the sweet embrace he is giving.

“You got mixed up in something you shouldn’t have.” He steps back and looks me over. It’s clear what happened with Romeo and me. My face flushes red when I see the blood stain on the sheet wrapped around me.

“He was so sweet to me.”

“Stealing a young girl’s innocence is not sweet. Neither is plotting to take a daughter from her father.”

I lick my lips, unsure how to respond. “Is it true you were going to give me to the duke? Like some old-school arranged marriage? You would do that to me?”

“I wanted you to meet him, yes. I thought you’d be a good match. Now I’m not sure he’d want a touched bride.”

His eyes go back to the blood stain, making me wish I had the dress Romeo gave me.

“He said he kills his wives.” I tell my father.

“Don’t be naïve, Arabella. He tried to fill your head with lies to use you.”

“We found something, sir,” one of the many men standing in the room says. I’d forgotten about them. My mind wanders to where Romeo is. If he got hurt. If he was using me. Last night felt so right. The way he touched me wasn’t cruel. It was sweet and loving.

My dad follows the man, and I do the same, keeping the sheet tight to me. We enter a room that looks like an office and I freeze. Pictures of me coat the walls. They are everywhere.

“Looks like he cloned her phone. He was listening to her calls, reading her emails and texts—clearly tracking her.”

I gasp.

“As long as your phone is around you he can hear everything. He can even open the camera and have a look around.”

This is all too much. “Why was he doing this?”

My dad doesn’t answer me. I follow his line of sight to see what he’s studying. It’s a calendar with yesterday’s date circled. As I read the words, I hear nothing but the deafening roar of blood rushing in my ears. In big black letters: Arabella ovulating.

My hand goes to my stomach. My dad turns to look at me, his hand going there too before he storms out of the room. I follow him again back into the living room, where to my horror I see Romeo tied to a chair.

“Wake him up,” my father barks.

One of the men steps up, pulls something out of his pocket and runs it under Romeo’s nose. Romeo jerks awake. Before he’s even opened his eyes fully he’s screaming my name as if he’s in pain.

I go to take a step toward him, drawn to him like a magnet even after seeing what was in the other room.

My father shoots me a hard look, and I stop in my tracks.

Romeo’s eyes fly open and fix on me. He tries to push himself up, but two men hold him down, pushing his shoulders. He fights them for a moment.

“Get her some fucking clothes,” Romeo snaps.

“We need to talk, it seems,” my dad says, ignoring his order.

“Arabella. Our bedroom. Now. I have clothes in the closet for you.” Romeo ignores my dad in return.

I do as he says. I need clothes, after all. I rush down the hall, find the dress, and slip it over my head. I see flats and slide those on, too. I rush back to the living room.

When I get back I see Romeo’s lip is bleeding. He seems unbothered by it, his eyes focusing on me immediately. They go soft for a minute before he returns his attention to my father.

“She’s mine,” he tells him. His words are low and deadly and make a chill break out over my skin.

My dad laughs. “I only woke you to tell you that you’ll never see her again.”

Romeo actually growls. I can see the veins in his neck and arms as he pulls against the ropes around him.

“We all know how much family means to you, Romeo, and I’m going to take the baby you put in her last night and make sure you never lay eyes on either one of them.”

My father grabs me by the arm hard and starts to pull me toward the front door.

“Sir, the stalker office?” one of the men holding down Romeo asks.

“Leave it. It will be a good memory for him to not fuck with me anymore. That he’ll never have them.”

“Arabella!” Romeo bellows my name. “I’m coming for you,” he yells as the door slams shut.



No one noticed the knife I palmed as one of them got close enough to hit me. Carefully I wiggle it behind my back now and cut the ropes that hold me in the chair. Everyone is distracted as Arabella is taken from the room and I hear the men planning what to do with me.

Before they can react, I pop out of the chair and use my years of martial arts training to fight all of them at once and leave them on the ground, moaning, with me standing over them. Not one hair out of place.

The sound of a chopper has my attention and I bust through the emergency exit and up to the rooftop in time to see my love flying through the sky.

“Romeo!” she screams, and I can barely hear her over the noise of the whirring blades.

For a moment I stand there and think about what to do, then I spot a scrap of paper clinging to a nearby piece of metal. I grab it up and read it to see it’s an invitation to a costume party.

“That must be where they’re taking her,” I say to myself, since clearly I’ve defeated everyone else that was a danger to me.

Pulling out my cell phone, which is conveniently still in my pocket, I race down the stairs and to my waiting sports car that is the newest and best on the market.

“Trope here,” I say into the phone when the person on the other end of the line answers.

“Hello, Mr. Trope, how may I help you?” says my older, completely sexually unattractive assistant, Penny.

“Arabella’s been taken from me. I have good information she’s going to attend to the masquerade ball benefiting poor people. I need an invitation and a costume.”

“But Mr. Trope, the ball for poor people is the hardest masquerade to get an invitation to in the whole world.”

“Goddamn it, Penny, don’t give me excuses, give me results.”

“I’ll do my best, Mr. Trope.” I hear a ridiculous amount of computer keys being hit and she gasps. “The Duke of England is said to be attending.”

“I knew it,” I hiss into the phone. No one would let Arabella go. He still wants her. Even if she wasn’t a virgin anymore.

“Be at the gate at nine p.m. sharp. I’ll make sure you’re cleared,” Penny says.

“Thanks. And Penny…” I say, and pause for an unusually long moment for no reason. “Make sure I’m dressed to kill.”


The drive is long, but it’s nothing I can’t handle to arrive at exactly the right moment. A black box containing a tuxedo and a mask is handed to me as I approach the gate and then I’m buzzed through. Penny did it again. I should give her a raise, but I can’t remember where her office is located.

I change, and blend into the crowd when I approach the front doors. Security is checking invitations, so I slip my hand inside my jacket and present the paper I found near the chopper. For a moment I think he’s going to stop me, but the guard looks it over and allows me to pass.

Glancing back, I catch him speaking into a microphone at his wrist, and I know that can’t be good. I’m already on alert, but I have to have my Arabella back. I won’t allow her to be sold to the Duke of England.

As soon as the thought enters my mind, I see him across the room. My heart lurches in my chest as I spot Arabella behind him. She’s dressed in a strapless dark red ball gown with her blonde hair piled high in curls. She’s got on a gold sequined mask, but I would know her shape anywhere. For a moment I see her lean toward the Duke and I think that she’s here with him. But a closer inspection lets me see that her hands are bound in front of her, hidden from the view of others.

I edge around the room, plotting how to get her back. If I can somehow create a diversion I might stand a chance. Frustration gnaws at me, until I see exactly what I should do.


I slip the DJ a few bills and go to the center of the room. I reach up and pull my mask off, and the crowd gasps.

“Romeo!” Arabella shouts and tries to come after me.

The Duke of England ties her to his throne and then steps down off the stage until he’s standing in front of me. I widen my stance, ready for the attack.

“I challenge you to a duel,” I say, and point to the DJ

The bass begins to thump and the Duke takes his mask off, too, throwing it to the side.

“I accept,” he says, and we begin to circle one another. “Winner takes the girl.”

His smile is dark and I don’t trust him, but I’m in a dance-off for my life and I have to find a way. There are witnesses right now, and as long as I can keep Arabella in my sights, there’s a chance I’ll walk out of here with her.

Michael Jackson’s “Beat It” comes on and we begin. The Duke of England has moves, but mine are better. I didn’t moonwalk my way through the ’80s for nothing. The crowd cheers and Arabella shouts words of love to me.

As the song ends, I’m gasping for air and I’m a sweaty mess, but the crowd is cheering my name.

I jump on stage and untie Arabella’s hands and pull her to my side. I press my lips to hers, kissing her with all that I have. I can’t be separated from her again, and I have to get her out to sea. I need to marry her and bind her to me, and I can’t do that on land.

“How did you find me?” she asks.

I cup her cheek and press my forehead to hers. “Little love, I’m a smooth criminal.”

“Seize them!” the duke yells as hundreds of guards pour in. “If she won’t have me, she won’t have anyone. I’m sentencing them both to death!”

“Can he do that?” Arabella asks as she clings to me.

“Maybe?” I say, looking around.

I don’t have much of a chance, but if what we have between us is real, then we can make it.

“Hold on to me, Arabella,” I say, grabbing the curtain behind her.

she obeys as I lift her up and kick open the window. I stand on the ledge and look back to the guards swarming us. The Duke of England shouts for them to stop us, but it’s too late.

I jump with her in my arms.



  1. Michelle dyer said:

    Just read this on your website I have already left my name and email address but never received this yesterday by email Is it a problem being in the uk.
    Loved it


    1. Melissa Schneider said:

      Im in the USA and didnt receive it, either. Ive just been checking here to see when it was added.


  2. Mary Ovalle said:

    OMG! I can’t wait to continue reading!


  3. Ash K said:

    I want the next chapter toooo!


  4. diksha goyal said:

    I loved it. can’t wait for next chapter


  5. BookLover said:

    Hi, Loved the chapters, please send the next one too! 🙂


  6. Nazneen said:

    I really love the way you write. Especially, the heroes. I love how they are possesive jealous & MADLY, CRAZY in love with the heroines. Thereare many possesive, dominant male characters but your male leads have that different kind of possesiveness, dominance, jealousy & crazy love. I really want to read a book like Everything for her. Oz is my favourite hero from your books. Also, this new serial, Till death, do us trope is really intresting..It is making me desperate & chapters are very short..plz make it lenghtier atleast..


  7. BeYoung said:

    I am so glad that I am on this list because as always it is SWOON worthy.


  8. Karla said:

    I didn’t get the email for chapter 4, but im so happy it’s here. This story is amazing!!!


  9. Melissa Schneider said:

    Oh my goodness. I dont know if I want to sign up for the chapters or wait until its finished so I can binge read it. What a decision!


  10. Jaime said:

    Just wow

    Need more now!

    So love this and all your other books.

    Huge fan of their shifter series.


  11. Ionie Grey said:

    I obsess with your books. and i love love the male characters. just sitting at my desk at work and read this story i hope to get the next chapter next week….
    as soon as one of your books come out i want it.


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