Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 88182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
She blinks, laughs like I’m joking, but her smile disappears when she realizes I’m not. “Come on, Prime. That’s crazy.”
“You don’t understand these people. Carbone responds to strength.”
“He also responds to not getting killed.” She comes to me and puts a hand against my cheek. “You want to know something? I was terrified in that room. Carbone scares the shit out of me. But I also know you won’t let anything bad happen to me, right?”
“Right. Fuck, Deanna.”
“But I need to know something.” She leans forward and places her lips near my mouth. I want her kiss so badly it’s like a curse. But instead, she leans close to my ear. “I need to know your plan, Prime.”
I step away, heart racing. She watches calmly. Sometimes I’m amazed at Deanna’s poise. When she said she’s been practically running my business for the last two years, she’s only exaggerating a touch.
I’ve been a shitty boss, but only because I’ve been able to rely on her. She’s smart, organized, and ruthless when she has to be. Deanna has an uncanny ability to see through bullshit, and it’s part of what I’m drawn toward in her. There’s strength buried under her fear, an iron core at the heart of her. Watching her father’s disease progress and being responsible for her parents’ wellbeing has helped mold her into the fierce and impressive woman I married.
But no matter how much I want her, there are parts of me I don’t want to speak out loud. Even if she deserves to hear them.
I retreat into the bedroom. She follows, unzipping her dress as she comes. I struggle not to look but it kills me when the fabric pools around her ankles. Black bra, black panties, pale skin. Dark hair spills around her shoulders. My heart races and my blood rushes to my cock. She stands there watching me, and I know what she’s doing, and it’s fucking working.
“Talk to me, Prime,” she urges softly, sitting on the edge of the bed, not bothering to get dressed.
“You’re using your body against me.”
“I would never.”
“But it’s going to backfire.”
Her mouth opens, lips pulling into a smile. “You think so?”
“You aren’t a distraction, love.” I unbutton my shirt and toss it aside. I remove my belt, whipping it off. Her eyes snap to the leather as I drop it on the ground. She chews on her lip. “You’re a fucking feast.”
“Prime—“
I walk toward her. She shuffles onto the back, eyes wide.
“I told you I’d never let anyone hurt you, but I lied.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Nobody but me, is what I should have said.”
“Prime!—“
I grab her ankle. She twists, trying to escape, but I pull her close and pin her belly-down to the bed. She gasps, groaning when I roughly rip her panties down, exposing her lovely ass. Fuck, it’s beautiful, the curve of her spine and the light downy hair nested above her sweet mountain of her cheeks. It’s even sweeter when I thwack my hand down hard, spanking roughly while my other hand fists into her hair and grips hard.
“Prime, fuck,” she groans, arching her hips toward me.
“I’m tired of halfway. I’m tired of teasing. No more, Deanna.” I spank her again. Thwack, thwack. “You are mine, you are my wife, your body is my fucking temple and I’m here to worship.” Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. “I’m here to fill you until you scream.”
“Oh my god, Prime!”
My fingers slip between her legs and find her pussy. I moan when I find she’s dripping wet. This is what she wanted from the start, isn’t it? Stripping off her clothes wasn’t a ploy.
It was a fucking invitation.
It was a god damn trap.
And I fell for it.
Thwack. “You love this, don’t you, baby?” I stroke and tease before—thwack. “A little pleasure to make the pain sweet.” I slide my fingers in deep. Thwack. Thwack. “But I told you I’m not satisfied with halfway anymore.”
“Prime.” She’s panting hard.
I take off my boxer briefs. She curls on her side, mouth hanging open as I kneel with my thick, hard cock gripped in one fist. Now’s her chance to run, but she doesn’t take it. Instead, she crawls to me on her belly, tongue hanging out, and licks the tip of my crown.
A long string of precum drips toward her mouth. She gobbles it, moves forward eager, and takes me between her lips.
I groan in bliss as she sucks me. Her tongue is warm and wet and soft as she swirls it around. She whimpers. I lean forward and spank her ass again as she sucks my dick, going down deep, moving back to gasp for air as she strokes my spit-covered shaft.
“Everything,” she whispers, looking up at me eyes. “All of it, right now.”
“You’re so eager.”
“Please, Prime. If we’re doing this, I don’t want to wait.”