Chapter 35
Roman approached the bed, his hands going to the buttons of his shirt. He'd dressed in his finest suit for the occasion of their wedding day, but had left off his jacket since he expected to work until the ceremony. Her gorgeous blue eyes burned with fear and defiance as she silently watched him remove his shirt, baring his chest. Those eyes of hers, so full of emotion, turned his dick to stone more than any other gorgeous feature she had. Her gaze strayed to the large, ornate tattoo of her name, scrawled across his pectoral muscle. He'd had some embellishments added to it over the past year.
She licked her lips and lifted her chin defiantly when he reached the edge of her bed. "I won't marry you, Roman," she said in a voice shaking with emotion.
"You will," he said simply, his hands going to the buckle of his pants. Her eyes followed the movement and she flinched, thinking perhaps he meant to beat her into compliance. His poor mujer had been through a lot in the last twelve hours.