Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 188(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 188(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
Even after five years, this is still our favorite game. She tries like hell to pretend she's still asleep, but she still can't resist me. I know her. I know her body. I know what drives her crazy.
I press my thumb against her back entrance, forcing it into that tight little hole.
Her eyes fly open on a gasp.
Before she can say anything, I rear up over her, driving my cock into her. I clamp my free hand over her mouth, silencing her cries so she doesn't wake our sons.
"Quiet," I growl against her ear. "If you wake them, I'll punish you."
Her pussy clenches around me, her sapphire eyes wild with desire. I pound into her, fucking her hard and fast as I toy with her tight little asshole, quickly driving her to the edge of an orgasm.
She moans against my hand, unable to stay quiet. She's never quiet. My princess is loud when I'm fucking her.
"Come," I growl, nipping at her ear. "Now, angel."
I don't have to tell her twice.
Her back arches off the bed.
Her teeth sink into my hand.
She shatters around me, soaking my cock. I groan against her throat, the way she clenches and ripples all up and down my length, sending me hurtling over the edge after her.
"Fuck," I groan, raining kisses all over her face as we pant for breath. "I think you needed that, princess."
"Mm," she moans, smiling up at me. "I always need that."
I chuckle, brushing my lips against hers in soft passes. "I missed you today."
I had things to do at the Rosewood Kingdom. She still won't step foot inside her former home. She and her father don't speak. He's tried to beg her forgiveness a thousand times, but she refuses to relent. His wife hasn't forgiven him, either. She spends most of her time here with us. It drives Thalia's father crazy. But he made his bed. He can lie in it.
I have no sympathy for him. Just like I had none at our wedding. I broke his jaw and threw him out into the street like a fucking rodent with both of our kingdoms looking on. They know what he intended to do to his daughter. I made sure of it.
"I always miss you," Thalia says.
I run my hand down her side, splaying it across her pregnant belly. "How is my girl?"
"Sleepy."
I chuckle again, rolling her until we're face to face, my cock still inside her. I fully intend to stay right there all night long.
"Go back to sleep, angel," I murmur, pulling the blankets up over us. "I already checked on our boys. They're both passed out in Flynn's bed."
"But I'm not finished with you yet," she says around a yawn, making me smile.
"Oh, yeah? You have plans for me?"
"Mmhmm. I'm going to wait until you're asleep, and then I'm going to tie you to the bed and have my way with you."
"You don't have to wait until I'm asleep, sweet Thalia," I smirk. "You can tie me up right now. I'll be a good little prince and behave."
She narrows her eyes on me, suspicious. "You will?"
"Mmhmm." I walk my fingers up her back, all the way to her head. I plunge them into the thick mass of her hair, craning it back until her eyes meet mine. I drop my head, my lips inches from hers "I'll be your obedient little fucktoy if that's what you want."
"Troy," she moans.
"But as soon as you're done," I growl, nipping her bottom lip. "It's my turn to play, sweet Thalia. And I'm going to fuck you until you break."
Her pussy clenches around my cock, a flood of arousal drenching me. Fuck, I love when she's pregnant. She's so damn horny for it. I spend half the night lost in her, and she still wants more.
My wife is perfect.
Hell, our life is perfect. Every fucking day it just gets better. We've had five years of bliss, and we have a whole lifetime still ahead of us. Nothing will come between us. Nothing will touch her or take her from me. No one would even dare. The whole world knows exactly how far I'm willing to go to protect my wife.
They saw exactly what I did to her father five years ago. Rumors of the man locked in the tower—the best friend who tried to take her from me—still circulate. When it comes to her, I'm a fucking tyrant.
And when it comes to her pleasure, well, even tyrants like to play.
"You first," she moans, pushing against my shoulder as she wriggles on top of me. "We should definitely play your game first, Troy."
I smile, my hands sinking into her hips as she begins to rock on top of me, taking me all the way to the fucking hilt.