Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 86168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
“I promised to protect you and your sister. That’s what I’ll do.”
“Do gang wars usually follow strict rules? I have a feeling anyone close to you is going to end up a target.”
“Not you.” He reaches down and brushes my hair back. I should get the hell out of here. I should stand and run the hell away.
Instead, I lean closer. “If I had any sense at all, I’d be on the next flight out of the country. You realize that?”
“What would your sister do for college then?”
“I hear Europe’s pretty nice, actually.”
“You’d hate every second of it.”
“Why’s that? Free healthcare, free college—”
“But I’m not there.” He tugs me closer. I suck in a breath. I sit up further on my knees, my hands wrapping around his back and nails scraping down his spine. This is bad. This is very bad. I tilt my chin upwards.
“What makes you think that’s a selling point?”
“Right now, I can’t think of anything but your lips.”
“I have that power on weak-willed men.”
“You have that power on me too.” He leans down. His mouth brushes against mine. “Thank you for taking care of me.”
I whimper when he kisses me hard. Somewhere in the back of my head, an alarm klaxon is screaming run away, idiot, run away, idiot, but I snooze that sound and tumble into the bliss of his skin.
I don’t know how long I stay on my knees between his legs like that. Seconds, hours, I can’t tell. He kisses me hungrily before standing and shoving me back against the vanity. I gasp, arching into him, and he grabs my ass tightly to lift me up into a sitting position. I roughly wrap my legs around his hips, pulling him closer as he yanks my shirt off and throws it aside. His lips find my neck, my chest, and my bra comes sliding off before he licks my nipples and sucks them lightly.
“You know what I love?” he murmurs, fingers trailing down to my jeans. He flicks open the button.
“Pasta. Guns. Stealing from innocent people.”
“I love how much you pretend to hate me.” His fingers slip down the front of my jeans. “I love how angry you are at the world. Nothing’s fucking fair, right?”
“I never said that.”
“You don’t have to. I see it on every inch of you.” He strokes down and, god, it’s like heavenly bliss straight into my brainstem. All my hate vanishes. All my anger fades. I want him to finger me into pure freaking oblivion.
“I’m the most… well-adjusted girl… you’ve ever met.” I nip at his mouth. “Keep doing that.”
The only time he listens is when he’s touching my body, which could be worse, because he gives me what I want and keeps on stroking my clit.
“You’re a good person, Kira. But you deserve to feel good too.”
“Is that what you’re doing? Giving me what I deserve?”
“Oh, no. If I did that, your mouth would be stuffed with my cock and you’d be screaming out in bliss as you swallow every drop of my cum.”
My eyes go wide in shock. “Oh, my. That’s a dirty little fantasy.”
“It doesn’t have to be one.”
He pulls me off the vanity and tugs off my jeans. I let him undress me. His pants come off next and I’m stroking his hard dick as we stumble together out to the bed. This is my husband and this is our marriage room and we’re supposed to do this, right? Even if this is a sham and we’re only in it for our own selfish reasons, this is okay, right?
Probably not. I really don’t care. Because he shoves me back roughly, eyes burning, and drops to his knees—right where he belongs. His mouth finds my pussy and he starts to devour me with a shocking and confident enthusiasm.
“Oh my fucking god,” I moan, arching into his mouth as his tongue laps at my clit. His fingers tease my pussy and slide inside. He’s extremely good at this and I feel like I’m going to crack into a million little brainless pieces. “Didn’t you nearly die tonight?”
“All the more reason.” He strokes my pussy with his fingers, gliding them in and out. “War’s coming for me. I’d better taste my new wife as often as I can.”
“Not married… yet. But don’t let that stop you.”
He snarls and moves up, kissing my breasts before pinning me down. His boxer briefs come off and he spits into his hand, stroking his tip, getting himself wet. I’m eager, scared, and beyond desperate for him to fill me to the brim and make me go blank with pleasure. His cock teases my pussy as he shimmies up further onto the bed. I stretch my arms above my head and he kisses my neck and breasts before sliding himself inside.
God, he’s so big. I gasp in shock and groan as he stretches me wide. I push against the headboard, wrapping my legs around him tightly. I want him deeper, as deep as he can go. Vaguely, I’m aware that I don’t love this man, but what’s that matter when his dick makes me feel like my whole body’s made of light? He strokes out and in again, and I moan his name.