His Bride, His Bite

Synopsis

"You can have me, but you'll never get my heart." That was the icy, disdainful decree from my newly wedded wife, Julia Sinclair, as she lay there on our wedding night, refusing to look at me. I chuckled, reached out to lift her beautiful chin, and gave her a cheeky, cocky smirk she'd never seen on me before. "I only want your body. Why would I want your heart?" Her stunning eyes widened in sheer astonishment. She never expected that I, Edward Grant, the guy who used to crawl at her feet, would talk back like that. "Asshole!" she snapped. The next second, I pinned her down. She started to struggle. "No. Stop!"