Total pages in book: 266
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
Gone is Annabelle Marie Schults. Now I’m Charlotte Reeves. His Lady. Did I ever really know who I was? Who I wanted to be? I’m not really sure. I thought living a loveless marriage was going to be so horrible that I was willing to kill another to gain power. But Haidyn has taught me that you don’t need to be loved in our world. Just protected.
Pulling away from his lips, I place my forehead to his while we both take a second to catch our breath, my hips coming to a stop with his dick still inside me. “I vow to be yours, Haidyn. Forever.” I tell him. Anyone can sign a piece of paper. I want him to know that I’m in a hundred percent. Whatever he wants, I’ll give it to him, including my soul. A Lord demands nothing less.
He lifts his hand and cups my cheek. His thumb runs along my parted lips as a smile tugs at his mouth. “You vow to be mine, doll face.”
“We vow,” we say in unison, and then his lips are back on mine, devouring me like the monster I thought he was.
HAIDYN
She tastes like the scotch she downed as if she needed the liquid courage to hand her life over to me. Whatever makes her feel better about being my wife.
My hands drop to her hips, and I help guide her pussy to fuck my cock. I want to pin her down, put a vibrator in her cunt, and watch her come over and over while I tell her how pretty she looks. But not tonight. I’ve got the rest of my life to do that. No matter how long or short that will be.
She throws her head back, and the house fills with her moans. I let go of her hips, grab her arms, and shove them behind her back. I use one hand to wrap around her tiny wrists holding them parallel to each other on her back while the other finds its way to her long dark hair. I force her head down so she has to meet my stare. “Eyes on me, doll face. I want to watch my wife come on my dick.”
Her heavy eyes search mine while her soaked cunt clenches my pierced dick. Her hips rock back and forth, and I gently kiss her parted lips. Her breath catches, and I smile at the way her lashes flutter. “That’s it, Charlotte. Come for me, doll face.”
“Hai-dyn,” she gasps, and I lean in, capturing her lips with mine, and this time, I kiss her forcefully. My mouth dominates hers as she does exactly what I want. Pulling away, she sucks in a breath.
“That’s my good girl.” I let go of her wrists, and her arms drop to her sides.
I stand, holding her to me. My hard cock is still inside her wet pussy covered in her cum as I carry her to our bedroom. Crawling onto the bed, I push her hair from her face. Her heavy eyes find mine, and I take her shaky legs and shove her knees to her sweat-covered chest. Then I grab her arms and cross them behind her bent knees. I hold them in place while I watch my cock slam into her cunt over and over.
Her body fights my hold, but I don’t let go. I fuck her as if she’s a whore I paid for and not the woman I just married. “Fuck, Charlotte.” I groan, my teeth clenching at the way her pussy hugs my dick. “You feel so good.” I never knew sex could feel like this. I’ve always wanted something different…something new. That’s why I chose to pay for it. One woman for the rest of my life? It sounded boring. Mundane. My wife is anything but that.
“Please…?” her soft voice begs, fighting my hold.
I shove her legs to the left, putting her on her side, but I still hold her in place. My pierced cock slams into her, filling our bedroom with her soft cries. My free hand reaches up, grips her hair, and I yank her head back so I can lean down and kiss her soft cheek. Her body stiffens, and I smile against her face. “That’s a good wife. Letting me use you like the whore you are for me.”
She’s gasping, body trembling, and I sit up, slamming into her a few more times before I come inside her.
When I let go of her, she cries softly as she stretches her body out underneath me. A quick look at the clock on the nightstand tells me I have to leave if I’m going to make it to the cathedral on time.
“I have to go, doll face.”
As if I just threw cold water on her, she widens her eyes and sits up. “I’ll get ready.” She tries to get up from underneath me, but I grab her wrists and then pin them down by her head. “Haidyn—”