Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 146605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 489(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 489(@300wpm)
I slip my hand up her shirt to rest on her stomach, needing to feel her skin. “Yes, you’re allowed to leave. With a guard or myself.”
“Why a guard? Is someone after you?” She tenses, making me wonder if she cares.
“No, but I am a very rich man and you're my wife. They will see you as my weak spot.”
“They would be sadly mistaken,” she mumbles.
“This marriage could be good.”
She shakes her head. “You blackmailed my family.”
I tighten my hold on her. “Your father should be in jail. Not only for stealing my money but also for agreeing to my deal.”
“I told him I would do it,” she defends him.
“He agreed the second I offered the deal. Said he’d get you to see it his way.” She goes quiet again, and I start to settle into her. The silence stretches between us until I hear a sniffle. Fuck me. In one quick move, I turn her to face me. I can’t bear the thought of her crying.
“You should know what your own father is capable of.” She sniffles again. I reach up, touching her face. She doesn't jerk away as I wipe a tear from her cheek.
“I suppose it doesn't matter. I should have known. He’s always getting himself into trouble.” I would love to disagree with her, but it’s the truth. It was only a matter of time until he ran up against someone who would easily kill him.
“My father was a piece of shit too.” I pull her more into me. Her tears are killing me. What the hell is wrong with me? She must be a little witch who has put me under her spell. I don’t even care. I hope she keeps doing whatever it is. She rests her head on my shoulder. After a few minutes, her breathing evens out.
She’s asleep moments later. She so easily passed out in my arms. That has to mean something.
I’ll take the small victory. Maybe one day she won’t see me as the beast that I really am.
6
FAWN
I let out a yawn as I start to stretch. I freeze when I feel a warm, big body behind me. It’s then I remember it’s my husband. His hand is on my stomach, and I think he’s hard. His cock is pressing into my ass. How did I just have the best sleep of my life? It has to be the bed. It can’t have anything to do with this man cuddling me close all through the night. I don’t think I’ve ever been cuddled in my life.
I wonder if he’s asleep. I wiggle my ass to test him. His hand slips from my stomach to my hip, stopping me so I can’t move. I guess he’s awake.
“I don’t think you’re ready for that.” My whole face warms at being caught. Luckily, he can’t tell if I’m turned on. I am, by the way. I have the urge to rub myself all over him. I’m not sure what is happening. I mean, the man hasn’t been the nicest to me, but I can’t deny my attraction to him.
What is he doing to me? I’ve never had any type of pull to another man before. My body was dormant before him. I’ve gone on a handful of first dates, but I didn't feel anything toward any of the men. Yet, this man has my nipples hard and heat pooling between my thighs as I start to ache.
“Morning.” His deep voice rumbles through my body. It doesn’t help my current situation. He kisses me on the shell of my ear gently. Goosebumps breakout on my arms. He rolls me over onto my back. Before I realize what’s happening, his mouth is taking mine. This kiss is possessive and filled with need. I moan into him, lifting my hips to try to ease the ache between my thighs. I gasp when I rub against his cock. His whole body jerks. I dig my fingers into his back, trying to hold him to me. What am I doing? I need to stop, but I can’t. I keep on kissing him. My body begs me for some kind of relief.
“Morning!” Ace shouts, and I hear the bedroom doors open. I swear it’s as if a bucket of ice water has been thrown on me.
“Fuck,” Roman grunts, rolling off me. “Need to start locking the door.” I sit up, hoping he didn't see anything. He comes bouncing over to the bed jumping up and making himself at home.
“Were you two kissing?” His eyes dart back and forth between us.
“She is my wife.” Roman stands. I lick my lips, still tasting him there. I have to get control over myself. The only thing I really control around here is the sex. It lies within my own hands not to give in to temptation. I’m not giving the power away because I know he wants it. Roman is clearly a man that’s used to getting what he wants.