Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 144979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 483(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 483(@300wpm)
She makes a soft sound of approval.
“And what about being captured when you don’t know it’s me?” I ask. “Do you want me to terrorize you, cara?”
“Yes,” she breathes. “I like that.”
It’s tempting to tell her how much I like that too, but she’d be far too pleased with herself.
“You should know it will always be me who catches you.” I drag my nose along her throat, inhaling her. “No matter how far you run.”
Goosebumps skitter over her arms as I wrap my fingers around her neck and squeeze. I slowly arch her body, pulling her up by the throat and forcing her head back until she’s looking at me. There isn’t a trace of uncertainty in those soft green eyes. She’d let me fold her up into a pretzel and cream-fill every hole on her body.
The idea that my sweet, proper wife gets dripping wet for this kind of depravity makes me so fucking hard I could drill her straight through a wall. The little traitor would probably like that too.
Which reminds me why we’re here in the first place.
“You’ll only play these games with me.” I breathe the words into her hair. “There will be plenty who want to test me, and their blood will be on your hands if you entertain those ideas.”
“Like Matteo?” she rasps out.
I tighten my grip on her throat, growling out my last warning. “He’s dead to you. Don’t ever say that name again.”
She lets out an anguished sound, and it annoys the fuck out of me. I let her go without warning, and she drops onto the bed, air heaving out of her lungs. I lean back and straddle her thighs, unzipping my trousers and yanking down my briefs. My cock falls heavy against her leg, the engorged size of it weighing it down. She jumps a little at the impact, and I know she’s remembering what it felt like inside her.
“You know what I think?” I stuff my fingers deep into her pussy with one thrust. “I think you liked the idea of him watching me fuck you.”
“No,” she arches up, the word hissing through her teeth.
“No?” I slide my fingers out, and she bites back a mewl. “If not him, then who?”
She presses her lips together, as if that will save her from answering.
“You can’t lie to me, Abella.” I drag my aching cock down the seam of her hot, wet pussy. “I’ve seen your search history. I know what books you read and exactly what you say about them in your little group chat. I know every highlight you’ve made—”
“Okay,” she snaps. “I get it. You’ve dug up everything on me. When do I get to see yours?”
A low groan rumbles in my throat. She’s combative this afternoon, and it only makes me want to fuck her harder. She may have convinced herself she wants to argue, but when I swirl the head of my cock around her clit, she forgets what she’s mad about.
On that note, so do I.
I torture her for a while, making her squirm as I tease the head of my cock against her. I plan to do it until she’ll only have nice things to say—like “please” and “thank you.”
She lets out a frustrated little huff and glances over her shoulder at me.
“What’s the matter, cara? Mad you don’t have a cock up your ass yet?”
She props herself up with her elbow, bracing her chin in her hand like this is boring her. “I didn’t realize you’d need so much…romance. All this conversation and foreplay. Are we going to talk about our feelings next?”
A humorless laugh vibrates in my chest. I smack her on the ass—hard. She yelps. I stroke my cock and stare at her pink pussy, gleaming with arousal. It looks so goddamn inviting, I want to live in it. But again, this is a matter of principle.
She watches me pleasure myself, irritation and fascination warring in her eyes. After a few rough pulls, she starts to wriggle again.
“Fine,” she grumbles. “You win, okay?”
“Win what?” I arch a brow at her. “Are we playing a game?”
“Please.” She rocks back against me in frustration. “I want to come.”
I hum my approval. “Look at you, learning such good manners.”
She bites her lip to hold back whatever smartass remark is on her tongue.
“I’ll do it, but only because you asked nicely.”
I grab her by the hips and spread her apart, pushing into her warmth with a shuddering breath. It goes in easier than the first time, but it’s still a slow-won battle. The way her pussy has to visibly stretch to fit around my cock will live rent-free in my head. She’s going to feel me for days every time I fuck her. She won’t sit, move, or breathe without remembering me lodged between her thighs.