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)
“Oh God,” she moans into my mouth when I easily pick her up. I’ve always kept my physique in top form, so carrying her and controlling her body will be fucking effortless. She needs a real man who can do things only real men can. Take every inch of that gorgeous body and ravish it like the five-course meal it is.
“You don’t mind the weight?” she questions, wrapping her legs around my waist as I carry her to the bed.
“No, principessa, I fucking welcome it. And tonight, you’re going to let me mark it, bite the places where it dips and curves. You’re going to let me fuck this body made by the gods.”
Emelia doesn’t seem like the type to have ever let her body bother her. And that confidence is a bonus for me.
“Do whatever you want. Just make me feel good. Please.”
“Such a good girl. So fucking damaged. You need me, little mess, don’t you? Need this cock?”
“Fuck, yes,” she cries, grinding against me. I will learn something tonight, and that's if Emelia likes to be controlled in the bedroom.
“Then lie on the bed, open your slutty legs, and offer me your cunt.”
The whimper that escapes her lips… beautiful. So damn good. Who knew those lips could express anything other than defiance?
When I place her on her feet, she looks up at me, and I grab the bodice of her dress, where the swells of her breasts meet, and I yank, pulling it apart and down to her hips, exposing her body to me.
“No bra and no panties,” I growl. When the dress falls to the floor, she looks up at me, and there is a question in her eyes, one I can’t place. “What, Emelia?”
“Degrade me. Really make me feel like filth to you,” she states, knocking me on my fucking ass.
“You want to feel filthy? Why, baby?” I grab her chin, and I do it with force, my grip locking her into place.
“Because it makes me feel bad, which makes me feel so good. Are you not up for the task?” she challenges, and I tsk at her.
When I throw her down on the bed, she yelps, and I climb over her. Without warning, I jerk her legs apart and slam two fingers into her tight, wet center.
Holy shit, that’s going to feel incredible wrapped so tightly around my cock.
“This pussy is mine now. I will have it when I want and how I want, and you’re going to be a good little whore for your husband, aren’t you, Emelia?”
She doesn’t answer, and I flick her clit hard with my thumb.
She screams, “Yes. Oh God, yes!”
“God isn’t here, baby. It’s only your personal devil. Call me your boss.”
“My boss,” she breathes.
“Your keeper.” I slowly lock my two fingers against her G-spot and rub circles.
“Keeper,” she parrots on a husky sigh.
“Husband.” I dare her to admit it. Admit that I own her in all forms.
“Husband. All of it, Nico. Please, just fuck me,” she cries.
“You’ve wanted this, haven’t you? The minute you saw me, you saw past the situation and spotted just who you were marrying. You’ve been soaked for me, haven’t you?”
“Yes, it’s the only thing about you that I found worth the arrangement. I knew you would at least fuck me like I would want it.”
“You’re about to be broken. Damaged. Ruined beyond repair. Are you sure you’re ready for what that means?”
She laughs through a moan, the sound musical.
“Get this one thing, Nico. Don’t ask me—take me. Do things to me. Degrade me. Praise me. And be the man who can do what I won’t let you outside this bedroom. Which is in control of me.”
Never has a woman made me so infuriated that I get pleasure and aroused by it. Never has a woman made me feel like I want to consume her and burn her with my words like I do with Emelia. A challenging woman with so much to offer, yet it’s been wasted by her parents. Hiding her and silencing her. What would become of Emelia if I were to give her some semblance of power in our home?
“Nico, I’m aching. Please. Don’t make me beg anymore.” She pulls me back in from the thoughts that were carrying my mind away from what’s right in front of me.
“You look enticing when you beg me, Emelia. Truly a delicacy.”
“I can beg you some other time. Until then, I need you.”
“Yes. Yes, you do.” Standing back, I undress, watching her watch me reveal inch after inch of skin. I let my eyes wander lazily up and down her body, from her temptress eyes, all the way to the pink on her toes. But the most tantalizing place I want to look is between those thick thighs.
Her thighs are marked with pink lines, and they have dents that look damn near deadly with how much I want to taste them. I want to lick and bite those marks, so hard one wouldn’t be able to tell which were already there or made by my teeth.