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)
Looking at Emelia shouldn’t be something I want to do right now, but I can’t fucking help it. I’m drawn to her lustfully. I crave her and want to have her, all while I hate that she’s even in the same room as me. My mind tells me to throw her to the wolves, but my body is telling me to feed her to the beast inside me.
She's a temptress, and I think she knows that. I see the way she admires me the same way I admire her assets, yet we do nothing about it. Because then she and I might start to believe this means something more than lust.
But I need it. That craving. That addiction I keep at bay. The hunger that never seems to be completely fed, and if I didn’t just say my vows, I would be fucking the endless options at my club. One every night, or multiples every day. I have an… insatiable need that has to at least attempt to be met, or the world I run can become far harder for everyone under my reign. I don’t do well with so much pent-up need.
“You are good to go.Take the antibiotic so it doesn’t get infected, okay?” the good doctor tells me, and I agree with a nod. Taking the pills, I open the bottle, dump two in my hand, and throw them back with a dry swallow. I eye Emelia while he packs up and she just stares back, her eyes wide with wonderment, and that is my snapping point.
There isn't room in my head to play out the logistics of what this means or how we will navigate. I can’t fight the urge to have Emelia anymore. I just can’t. That thirst in her eyes and the way she licks her lips while watching me is all I need to seal the deal.
“Doc. I need you out. Now.” Fuck it. We are married, and I need to have her. To subdue her in some way. I can’t seem to do it outside the bedroom, so maybe I can inside it. I need to fuck Emelia, or I just might cut off my own damn cock and hand it to her on a platter. That’s what her sassy attitude and fucking challenging ways are doing to me.
And the body.
Fuck me, the body on her. She’s not like the women I’ve had before. No, Emelia is gifted with a roundness I crave to fucking destroy. I want to grab the extra skin, lick the marks, and bite that damn cellulite. Because they are exactly what my palette wants.
Hating her doesn’t hurt either.
Yes, I want to hate-fuck my wife. Want to show her what it’s like to get in bed with a dangerous man who has needs that seem to be insatiable and rarely close to being met.
“Yes. I will be on my way.”
As he leaves, I notice the way her breathing increases, and I can see her swallow past the thickness in her throat. I can smell her arousal, practically fucking taste it.She wants all this too.
Did I luck out and marry a woman who might actually meet my desires?
I could have lost her tonight. Before I ever got to taste her. Before I could have gotten to know if there was more to her than a woman with a need to drive me mad.
That’s all this is.
The way I'm feeling—there is no love. Not even an ounce. But there is lust. A very annoying hankering for her. The second I hear our bedroom door close, I stand, and she does too, our bodies moving of their own accord. We are riled up and aroused, and tonight, I will really make her my wife.
“Nico….” She trails off as her legs rub together.
“You have been getting under my skin. Driving me so goddamn mad with the way you test me. But I think it’s time you learn just what this does to me. Your lack of respecting me has taken my lust to its highest peak, Emelia.”
She gulps and slowly backs up as I take slow, measured steps toward her.
“I still hate you,” she admits, and my sly grin widens, showing her my teeth.
“I don’t have to love you to fuck you. We can hate each other all we want, but that just makes the sex better.”
“I hate you,” she repeats, but this is more of a promise, a declaration, a threat. The kind she wants to say repeatedly until it makes me snap and take her like a wild animal.
“I fucking hate you too, Emelia.” And with that, we collide, and I do mean collide. Our bodies slam together, and our lips connect. A mess of tongues, teeth, lips, and breath. Sucking and fucking one another’s mouth doesn’t even come close to explaining what this kiss is like.