Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
“Nico?” Emelia’s soft voice comes from behind me.
Closing my eyes, I grit my teeth.“What, Emelia?”
I listen to her move, her bare feet making nearly no sound. Rounding the table, she stands over me. I don’t look up. If I look at her, I may flip the goddamn table.
“I'm sorry. Parents are off limits. I crossed a line. It’s you I'm mad at, and it's below me to attack others like that. Especially those who have passed.”
My fist tightens, the reminder that they are gone, hitting me. Still, I stay silent.
“I would like to have dinner and not argue.”
Is she asking me for permission?
I look up at her finally and see that’s exactly what she's doing.
“Sit,” I order. Taking her seat, she waits. “Eat, it's getting cold.”
Picking up my knife, I cut into the steak and take a bite. I’m starving and ready to enjoy a hot fucking shower and a long night of sleep. Might as well take advantage of being too far away to handle business myself. I can't remember the last time I got decent sleep.
She picks at her food, pushing it around and taking occasional bites.
“What's wrong with the food?”
“Nothing. It's great, thank you.”
“What is it, Emelia?” I can tell she wants to ask me something. She's practically falling out of her seat from her leg rapidly bouncing up and down.
“Nothing.”
“Emelia,” I warn, my voice sharpening.
“Okay, I just thought maybe you could tell me a little bit about your parents.”
This is a joke. It must be. She calls my dad a pathetic coward and then wants to ask me about them after I put my fucking fist through the wall. Does she like living on the edge? Does she not feel fear?
“No. We aren’t talking about them. You haven’t earned it. Just like I haven’t earned your respect.” I use her words against her, something we are both very well-versed in.
“Fair. So, what do we talk about? Are we just supposed to coexist and fuck when you’re horny?” she asks, setting her fork down.
“Precisely. You can be arm candy occasionally when we have events, but yes. You exist, and I exist—separately, unless we both want to fuck.” I’m crass with my words, but Emelia has proven she can handle more than a bit of bad language.
“Thrilling. Am I allowed to have friends?”
I nod.“Other wives, mistresses, and girlfriends in the outfit, yes. Outsiders, no. Too risky.”
“Mistresses? I’ll skip that one.” She takes a sip of her wine.
“It's normal in this life. You should know. Your father has multiple.” I did my work and research. I know how much that old man enjoys the company of escorts and private dancers.
“No. If you don’t have to talk about your family, mine is off limits too. They may be the reason we had to marry, but I don’t want to talk about them. And I don’t care how common it is. I will not be friends with mistresses. Speaking of…” She pauses and takes another sip. Placing the glass down, she looks out into the dark night.“You plan to have one, I assume?”
“I already answered this,” I tell her, setting down my fork, and a member of my staff comes and takes my empty plate.
“You said there are no other women now. And while I want to say I can trust anything that comes out of your mouth, I don’t. And each minute spent with you is like whiplash.”
“Yeah? And who's the one driving that car, Emelia?” The insult is clear.
“I only go hot and cold when you do.”
“Well, look at that. Something in common. Maybe we should both set some rules. Some things that will not and cannot happen in this marriage,” I suggest, leaning forward and grabbing the wine decanter, pouring myself and her some more.
“I think that’s not the worst idea. You first.”
“I insist, ladies first.” I tilt my head.
“Fine. I want to be able to have my own room. I don’t want to sleep next to you at night. We can do what is needed, then I would like to have my space to retreat to.”
“No.” I instantly shut that down.
“And why is that, Nico?” She huffs, rubbing at her temples.
“Because I want access to you at all times. I don’t want to waste time coming to your room to fuck you when we’re both needy in the middle of the night.”
Her breath hitches. We eye each other over, her lip getting caught between her teeth. She can’t hide her arousal; I don’t even think she notices her thighs rubbing together or her nipples puckering. What a sight.
“You can call me, and I will come to you, if it’s that big of an inconvenience to walk a few doors down.”
I shake my head.“No. You are in my bed. You’re my wife, and you will sleep in the same bed as me. And when I need your tight cunt on my cock and you need my cock to fuck that pretty pussy, neither of us will want a couple of doors between us.”