Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23552 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23552 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
“What? How did you find out about that?” She drops her arms from across her chest but steps backward until her back is pressed against my closed office door. I stand close enough to her that I can reach out and touch her, but I don’t. Her vanilla scent envelopes me. She’s making it hard to think. She looks up at me; her pale, icy blue eyes seem even bluer right now. I could stare into her eyes for hours and not even realize I was doing it. “Who told you, Alton? I swear I tried to keep it a secret. I went to a lawyer because I thought they couldn’t say anything. Maybe I misunderstood what the internet said about them.”
“They can’t, but Greyson’s mother is the town gossip. I bet everyone knew our business before you even left his office,” I say bitterly. I hate the fucking fact that everyone in town knows I haven’t fucked my wife. I hate that I haven’t.
“I am sorry about that, Alton, but I can’t stay married to you. It’s not fair to either one of us.”
“Fuck fair. God gave me you. I may have taken you for granted, but I won’t make that mistake again.”
“Alton, please. Be reasonable. We’re both miserable.”
“We don’t have to be. You leaving me isn’t the answer. We’ll be even more miserable apart. You know that, deep in your heart, you know we belong together.”
“This is about your ego or something. You’re only upset because you think someone wants what you perceive to be yours. But you haven’t claimed me. You don’t care about me. I’m not stupid. I get it; just let me go. I deserve someone who wants me, and you’re mostly a good man; you deserve to be with someone you want. Like the can’t eat, can’t sleep, can’t breathe without them, once in a lifetime, kind of wanting. We can still get out of this marriage with no harm done.”
“You think I don’t want you? You think I don’t want you like that? Oh, sugar you’ve got a lot to learn.”
“I know you don’t, you don’t want me. Why are you pretending? Are you trying to hurt me?" she asks, laughing. It’s a biting laugh, though, not one I’ve heard from her before. I don’t like it. Fuck it. Actions speak louder than words.
“No, Lavinia, I’m trying to claim you. You’re mine. I’m not giving you back and I’ll never let you go.”
“Alton,” she sobs, fresh tears spill down her cheeks. I want her screaming in ecstasy, not crying in pain. I bring my hands to her face, using my thumbs to wipe her tears away.
Once she stops crying, I extend my arm, wrapping my palm around the back of her neck. I pull her closer, leaning in. I give her time to tell me to fuck off, but she doesn’t. Her eyes are soft and shining as I tilt my head. I brush my lips over hers briefly. Her breath catches in her throat as mine shudders. The intensity of the kiss is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. I gently nip her bottom lip, coaxing her to open up to me. My jaw is killing me, but what is a little pain when you’re kissing your soulmate? When she does, blessedly, I deepen the kiss. She tastes like sugar. My tongue explores her mouth, and then she responds. Her tongue seeks mine, and she kisses me back. My right hand is still gripping her neck, but my left anchors on her hip, my fingertips splaying over her thick ass. Her tits press into my chest as her hands clutch my shirt, trying to get closer to me. My hard cock begins to dig into her soft belly. She moans and grinds herself into me. She rips her lips away from mine, both of us breathing rapidly and raggedly. My hands fall away from her. I hate that.
“Does this feel like pretending to you? Does this feel like I don’t want you?” I growl. I don’t know who I am right now. I have never wanted anyone more than I want her.
“Alton?” she whispers, placing her fingers against her swollen lips. Her cheeks are flushed. Knowing that I did that to her makes me even harder.
“I fucking want you, Lavinia Reed,” I say, my voice guttural and harsh sounding to my ears. “I want you so fucking bad. It’s killing me not being inside of you. Let me in, Lavinia.” Her hands reach for me again, and I know she’s about to be mine. Growling, I spin us so that we are now in the middle of the room. I should be taking her to our home, in our bed so that I can take her slowly, but I need her now. We need this now. I need to show her what took me a long time to realize. She’s mine. Body and soul. She gave herself to me the day we got married and I gave myself to her.