Kept Bride (The Secret Bride #2) Read Online Alta Hensley

Categories Genre: Crime, Dark, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Secret Bride Series by Alta Hensley
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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 55282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
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“Ember,” he moans as he begins yanking and pulling at my clothes.

He doesn’t take his time. He doesn’t let me help. He just strips me of my clothes like a beast would devour his prey. He stands up just long enough to unfasten his belt and to pull it from the loops. The swishing sound sends a shiver down my spine, and I fear he’s going to belt me and truly discipline me, but before I can allow any sense of panic to set in, he’s reaching for my wrists, pulling them together, and fastening them tightly with the leather belt. Once he is standing naked in front of me, he pushes me back against the mattress, my bound wrists up above my head.

“I’m going to fuck you like I’ve always wanted to. Not easy. Not gentle. I’m not going to hold back. I’m going to make you cry. I’m going to make you scream. I’m going to make you forget everything except me. You will only be able to focus on my cock as I spread you wide. There’s no one here tonight to hear you. There’s nothing to hold me back. You’re going to scream my name over and over again. It’s time you’re punished, Ember. It’s high time I show you what happens when you piss off your husband.”

He doesn’t pause but mounts me like an animal out of control. His cock penetrates me without warning, and he’s deep inside, pounding away with fervor. My body rocks beneath him, hands still bound above my head. He squeezes my breast and then lowers his head and nibbles the other. I’m already reaching climax, and he’s only begun.

The force of his cock pumping in and out is bruising but so damn hot that I cry out as the first of what I know will be many orgasms washes over me.

“Christopher,” I cry out, wanting so badly to cling to his back with my hands. I want to claw him. I want to mark his flesh with the signs of my pleasure, but I’m bound and at his mercy.

“That’s right, baby. Come around my cock.”

He continues to drive into me with aggression and primal need. He groans as he does so, and all I can do is lie there and allow him to do as he pleases to me. My legs are spread wide, my pussy even wider with his large shaft mastering my entrance, and my arms are cast above my head. I have no control, but I love that he’s got it all. My Christopher. My husband. Mine.

I cry out loudly as another jolt of electricity sizzles through me. My body has no time to recover before Christopher continues with his relentless fucking. He was right when he said he would fuck me to tears of pleasure, because that is exactly what’s happening. My body is alive. Fear is gone. Any insanity I experienced while shattering precious glass has been replaced with a new level of insanity.

A primal insanity.

An erotic insanity.

An insanity that I never want to be cured of.

When it comes to Christopher, I never want to be sane again.

“Come with me,” he rasps as he lowers his hand to my clit and circles the sensitive area to where I have no choice but to oblige him in his request.

His deep moan of pleasure blends with my screams of completion, and any argument, any signs of displeasure from before, are vanquished. Just like that, we have healed the wounds… at least for now.

21

Ember

Cinderella.

I remember reading that story repeatedly, but never once did I ever think I would get to live the fairy tale myself. I now have my Prince Charming, and I also have my happily ever after… or at least we are working toward that.

But as I stand in my new dress that Christina found for me, wearing makeup she also taught me how to apply, I know I look like a princess.

“Gorgeous,” Christopher says from behind me. He approaches and places his lips on my bare shoulder. “I may want to stay home tonight and keep you all to myself.”

“Are you sure my dress isn’t too black?” I ask, loving how the fabric and cut accentuates every curve of my body. Seductive was the word Christina used to describe it. But I wasn’t used to wearing black.

“I may have to remove the dress just to show you how beautiful you are.” He sighs. “But the car is waiting outside for us.”

I giggle, and my face heats. Turning to face him, I kiss him on the lips before saying, “I’m ready.”

He leads me downstairs and adds, “Remind me to thank Christina for all her help with getting you ready. You’re stunning.”

“She seemed different today,” I say, remembering how she seemed to space out, not always hearing what I said. “Sort of sad.”


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