Sweet Submission (Devil's Sons Motorcycle Club Book 3) Read Free Page B

next to her plate.
     
    Sam smiled in pleasure at the look of shock on her face. She hadn’t been expecting it. Hell, he hadn’t even planned for it to go the way it was going, but after everything they had been through together, it just felt right. He got down on his knee on the sun dappled deck and gazed up at her beautiful face, hair free of her hijab and chestnut tresses floating on the summer breeze. Her hazel eyes glistened. “I want you to marry me,” he murmured sincerely.
     
    The silence that descended was thicker than the air at the height of the heat of summer, but Sam braved it anyway, hoping against hope she didn’t come up with some excuse to say no. Even if she did, though, he didn’t care. He’d find a way to convince her to be his.
     
    He stared into her mesmerizing eyes and poured out his heart to her in a way he had never done for any other woman.  “The day I met you,” he stated, “you were an exotic book I thought I could be content with returning to the shelf when I was done reading, but I fell in love with your story. Now I quote you in my dreams, trying to read between your lines for the page break where your story and my story can come together because you’re the prose of my redemption. Before you, I was just a man…with you, I’m a man in love. You make me more than I’ve ever been. Without you, I’m a fraction of myself.”
     
    “That’s the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me.” She accepted the case, tentatively opening it with baited breath. Her eyes widened at the chocolate and canary diamonds in the pink gold engagement ring. “Oh! This is too much,” she whispered in awe. She took out the ring, but he tugged it away from her with a shake of his head.
     
    “No, I’ll put it on you. That’s my job.” He took her slender fingers in his and slipped on the ring, admiring the colors against her honeyed skin. Nodding with satisfaction, Sam lovingly looked up again at her. “The short answer is ‘Yes.’”
     
    “You know we can’t,” she whispered. “Not yet.”
     
    His heart leapt at the last words, not yet. Rising to his feet, Sam sat down in the chair next to her. “Oh, I know, not yet. There’s your master’s to acquire. I mean, I wouldn’t dare encroach on you getting your degree,” he teased.
     
    Afia tried not to smile. He was making light of the situation, but there was no way around the elephant in the middle of the room. “My parents,” she replied soberly. “Sam, I want this…I want this as much as you do, but we can’t ignore the fact that my family will be adamantly against this union.”
     
    “At the risk of sounding insensitive, I’m not marrying them, Afia. I’m marrying you.” He clasped her hands and leaned in closer. “I never imagined we’d get this far with the odds we’ve faced in the short time we’ve known each other. But, now that we’ve made it to this point, I can’t close this chapter of my life, because my story is intertwined with yours. We are meant to be. Sweetheart, neither of us expected this. You’re looking at a guy who had no intentions of ever tying the knot. I know you made it clear that I shouldn’t expect a future with you. I accepted that in the beginning. Then, I realized how impossible it is for me to live without you.”
     
    She touched his face. “Don’t say that.”
     
    “It’s true,” he replied, placing his hand atop hers against his cheek. “Afia, during the time frame you and I were separated after your brother told you not to see me anymore, I tried valiantly to move on. There are some things in life you can’t move away from, good and bad things. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. I’m not capable of walking away from us. Not now, not then, not ever. Whatever I have to do to make this,” he touched her ring finger, “a reality, then I’ll do it. I’m going to talk to your parents.”
     
    She sighed. “I have to break it to them gently