Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 88807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
“You’re my wife and soon to be the mother of our healthy baby. And we’ll learn. For the sake of this child, we will figure it out together. I may be a murderous monster, but I would never hurt them.”
“This is too much. I’m still trying to wrap my mind around being married to you, finding out about the lies Cynthia has told me my entire life, and now this. No. No. No.” She pushes away, swiping at my hands when I attempt to pull her close again.
“Siân,” I call out, fighting the urge to force her still. The asshole in me wants to sit her down and force her to hear me, but I won’t do that. I promised her that I can be softer, so I’ll use my words eventhough force is more my speed.
“Siân. Relax.”
She continues to pace while rambling off all the reasons this is going to turn out to be a bad thing. “We don’t know the first thing about being parents. How are we supposed to keep them safe when there are weapons all over the place and people coming after us?
“Topolina.”
This time when she doesn’t answer, I step in her path, but it’s as if she’s zoned out. Lost in a sea of thoughts and scenarios. Waving a hand in front of her face doesn’t get her attention, and neither does my touch. I watch her for a moment, finally realizing that if I’m going to snap her out of this trance, then I need to give her something else to think about.
Quickly I scoop her up, set her on the bathroom counter, and inch her legs apart. She’s positioned at the perfect height, her sex nearly aligned exactly with my crotch. My dick twitches as I try to figure out why it’s taking so long for me to take her this way.
The skin on her inner thighs is soft against my waist, her center warm and inviting. And finally, when I reach under her nightgown to hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties and slip them from her body, she snaps back to reality.
The rambling stops almost immediately, and whether she realizes it or not, she’s already reacting to me. It’s no surprise. She always does. Even when she claimed to hate me, her body always came to life at my touch.
And I fucking love it. I love every little thing about her, that dimpled smile, the little snort she has after laughing too hard, the way she sleeps, the softness of her touch, the sound of my name on her tongue, and this tight little pussy.
I let my thumb brush against her lips, and a soft moan escapes her. Having her like this takes me back to the first time I tasted her. We were in the kitchen of my loft in Florida, and she’d told me what she wanted the first time.
“You’re so fucking perfect for me,” I say in a hushed tone. “We have the rest of our lives to figure it all out, but tonight no more thinking. You understand me?”
She nods, parting her legs a little farther. I continue to run my thumb over her slip, but I don’t part her yet.
“We still have a marriage to consummate.”
She swallows, and I lick my lips at the bob of her throat. I want to kiss, suck, and lick her there, to taste her flesh, savor every inch of her.
“You’d like that wouldn’t you, little one.”
She nods again, timid and meek. Just as I knew it would, the worry in her eyes started to disappear and what was left was unadulterated lust. I don’t mean to take away from the concerns she has, but the fact of the matter is, they’re pointless.
She is going to have my baby and look fucking amazing doing it. And when the child comes, I’m going to knock her up again and again. And she’s going to like it. Once the initial shock subsides, she’s going to love our life together. I’m going to make sure of it.
“What do you want?” I ask.
Siân’s eyes light up because she remembers the meaning of my question just as much as I do. But unlike that day all those months ago, she isn’t shy or too afraid to tell me what’s on her mind.
Leaning back against the mirror and planting her hands on the cold surface for balance, she stares at me, eyes hooded and mouth slightly ajar. “I want you to fuck me, Christian. And then I need you to promise me that from this moment on, you’ll keep me safe, you’ll stick to the agreement we made before our wedding. No more lies, no more secrets. I know it would be foolish to think you’ll stop this lifestyle, even if you truly wanted to. I’m sure your father has made more enemies than you know. And now that he’s gone, I don’t doubt they won’t come after you. But if I’m going to do this, be your wife, protect this child growing inside me, you have to keep me informed.”