Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
“Fuck this,” Mateo said, and turned to look at the room. “You all got a problem with me choosing the woman I fucking wanted?” he asked.
Some of the men looked shocked. The women aghast.
He didn’t follow the rules. He made them up.
“You got a problem with the way I do things, then fucking take over and leave me the fuck alone. Stop calling me to deal with whatever shit is bothering you. I didn’t want to marry any of your daughters, you want to know why? They’re fucking boring. I didn’t want a damn doormat in my life. I didn’t want to go home to someone so boring that watching paint dry is fucking exciting. Ella is my wife. She is going to stay my wife. You got a problem with that, you’re on your own.”
He held his hand out. “Come on, Ella.”
His wife rushed to his side, sliding her hand into his.
“When you make a decision, let me know.” He turned on his heel and walked out of the house with Ella at his side.
His men were already waiting with the car, and he climbed inside. He was not interested in driving tonight.
Staring out the window, he felt a rage he hadn’t felt since that night. He was aware of Ella looking in his direction, and he didn’t intend to lose his shit in front of her, so he clenched his hands tightly together and counted to ten.
“Are you okay?” Ella asked.
The temptation to yell was strong, but he avoided it. This was not Ella’s fault.
“I hate them,” Mateo said. “They think because I allowed them to live, they have the right to dictate shit that is of no concern to them. It’s fucking infuriating.”
“I think you made it loud and clear that you’re not happy,” Ella said.
He turned to look at her, and there was a smile on her lips. “What are you smiling at?”
“You,” she said. “That was amazing. I mean, I don’t know if that was like the showdown of all showdowns, but it was so much fun. They all gasped, and I had to wonder what they were shocked about.”
Mateo couldn’t help but laugh.
“Honestly, it was like you had gone in there with a stinking rotting fish and just slapped each one of them with it.” She shrugged.
And now he laughed again.
“I take it outbursts like that are just not proper or common?”
“They’re not usually allowed.”
“Allowed?” she asked.
He sighed. “Business is usually conducted behind closed doors. Parties are just to chat and have some semblance of fun, or for them to show off their wives or recent purchases. It’s all fucking fake.” He rubbed at his temples.
“And they don’t approve of me?”
“No, they don’t.”
“Does that bother you?”
“Fuck, no.” He took hold of her hand, locking their fingers together. “It never did in the past and it is not going to now. Did you like the women?”
Ella snorted. “No. They were disapproving of the dress you made me wear. Only whores wear red.”
He couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “You’re perfect.”
She rolled her eyes. “Only because I wear what you want me to wear.”
He reached for her, and she didn’t fight him as he pulled her close and got her to straddle his waist.
“And what is wrong with that?” he asked, running his hands down her back. The dress had a sexy slit up the entire right side and it meant he could move her legs so she straddled him. The partition between themselves and the driver was up, and the windows were blacked out. No one could see them.
Reaching inside the dress, he curled his finger around the tiny fabric of her panties and tore them from her body. There was not much holding that fabric together as it literally tore in his hands without much of a grip. Not that he minded.
Staring into her deep brown eyes, he slid a finger between her slit, going straight toward her pussy. He had already fucked her this morning, waking her up to his kisses, and then sliding balls-deep inside her. He marveled at still how tight she was. He added a second finger, to which she sunk her teeth into her lip. Pulling his finger back, he stroked across her clit, sliding back and forth, hearing her soft, subtle moans.
“Open my belt,” he said.
She reached down between them and he didn’t stop stroking her clit, wanting to build that fire inside her. She released his belt, and the button. He didn’t give her another instruction, and she eased out his cock. He was already long and hard.
Letting go of her pussy, he grabbed his dick at the base and helped her to move over him. Lining his tip with her core, he pulled her down and she started to sink onto his length. Inch by glorious inch, until she had most of his cock inside her, and then he cupped her hips and pulled her right down onto his length.