Dirty Talk

Summary

To get out of an arranged marriage, I faked being mute for six months.

It didn't work. I still ended up married to Marcus Thorne, the crippled, gloomy billionaire who ran the entire East Coast.

Since my new "uncle" was in a wheelchair, I had to do all the heavy lifting.

One night, I was exhausted, literally biting his shoulder to keep from screaming out loud.

That's when the comments appeared, floating in front of my face.

[LMAO, they're both faking. This is agony to watch.]

[Babe, you can totally cuss him out. Our boss loves dirty talk.]