Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 80942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
“You want me to fuck that tight cunt of yours until you scream, Lenochka?”
“Yes…”
He grabs me by my hips and I arch into his touch. The stimulation from his belt has left me turned on to the point of oblivion so that even the slightest blissful flicker of touch will be enough to detonate me.
“You’ll scream for me, Lia.”
“I will…ohhh…” my word ends on a moan as he plunges inside me with the delicious ruthlessness that I’m used to from him.
My body bucks off the bed as he thrusts inside me with increasing intensity. His rough handling leaves me gasping, sobbing, and bawling.
It leaves me feeling alive.
The welts from his belt spark bursts of pain into my nipples and stomach. It mixes with the pleasure, coalescing in my belly and core.
His punishments have a curious overpowering effect that make me delirious and beg for more.
I will always want more with Adrian, even more than he can give me.
Like his heart.
His soul.
It’s only fair after he confiscated mine. He’s holding them in the palm of his hand, whether he’ll squash them or revive them, no one knows.
But I continue holding onto the hope that the six years we’ve spent together mean something.
They have to.
Adrian drives all the way into me, hitting my sweet spot before he pulls out, then powers in again.
I fall apart with no safety line.
And at this moment, I don’t want one.
I’m tied down, completely and utterly helpless, and yet I haven’t felt this free in such a long time.
The orgasm comes with a sudden blast that I don’t feel until it hits me. There’s no warning, no hazard sign.
Just…freedom.
“Adrian… Oh, yes…yes…”
“Fuck, Lia,” he grunts as his movements turn harder and longer. “Say my name again.”
“Adrian…”
“Say that you’re mine.”
“I’m yours…yours…”
He grunts and comes inside me then, his hot cum filling me.
My husband collapses on top of me and I expect him to take a moment to catch his breath, but instead, his lips find mine.
Adrian is kissing me.
I know he did it when I thought I was Winter, but this one is different. This one is meant for me. His tongue meets mine, and I kiss him with abandon, letting him devour me whole.
So what if nothing is left at the end? I know he’ll be there for me.
He’ll pick me up again.
He’ll kiss me again.
After I told him I cheated on him, Adrian stopped kissing me, and that killed me slowly. Now that he’s back to it, that must mean he believes me, right?
When he pulls back slightly, I’m panting, but my eyes are drooping. I could fall asleep kissing him, letting him explore me all night long.
“Don’t fall asleep, Lenochka. We haven’t even gotten started yet.”
11
Lia
When I wake up, my heart sinks.
Adrian isn’t here.
Judging by the darkness outside, it’s still night. Is he going back to leaving my side right after sex like I’m his whore?
I thought he finally believed me. I thought he trusted me—or at least has started to.
Turns out, that’s not the case.
But if he thought I would cower away and cry myself to sleep while he spends the night in his office, he thought wrong. I’m not going to budge from his side until he fully opens up to me.
I’m about to push away the covers when my phone vibrates on the nightstand. I pick it up and check the text.
Unknown Number: You had to go and force my hand, Duchess. Now you’ll bear the consequences. I told Adrian you helped me in his assassination attempt. Rest in peace.
No!
No…
I stumble to a standing position, reading and rereading the text message. If Adrian thinks I helped Luca, he’ll never forgive me. I’ve barely managed to reach through his frigid exterior.
Sliding on a robe, I sprint to the door, but my feet come to a halt when it opens and Adrian appears on the threshold. His face is a blank mask, devoid of emotions.
“It’s not what you think… I can explain…”
“Explain what? That you wanted me dead?” He pulls out a gun and I step backward.
He grabs me by the wrist and shoves the gun in my hand, then points it at his chest. “Do it then. Finish the job, Lenochka.”
My hands shake, sweat covering my palms. “No…no…I don’t want you dead. I love you. I’m in love with you, have been for years.”
“If you loved me, you wouldn’t have plotted my assassination. Go ahead then. Pull the trigger.”
“No…”
“It’s a mere pull of the trigger and you’ll be rid of me.”
“No.”
“Shoot!”
“No!”
A bang echoes in the air and I shriek so loud, my ears pop.
I startle awake in warm arms. Strong, protective arms that surround me in a cocoon.
Adrian.
He’s holding me in a sitting position in the middle of the bed, his palm slowly stroking my sweat-damp hair away from my face.
My shaky fingers feel up his chest and down his tattooed bicep to his forearm, mechanically searching for any injury.