Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 12497 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 62(@200wpm)___ 50(@250wpm)___ 42(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12497 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 62(@200wpm)___ 50(@250wpm)___ 42(@300wpm)
This was only supposed to be a moment of fun with this man. That’s what I told myself. He was supposed to fuck me. Make me feel good and then leave. Not be all worried about me in this way. It’s too much. I have to get out of here.
It’s then I see a few small spots of blood on the bed mixed with his cum. I don’t know why seeing it makes things dawn on me that should have an hour ago.
“You didn’t use a condom,” I point out as Fenton sits up too. Every inch of him is on display. How the hell did his cock fit inside me? No wonder I’m sore.
I can’t help but wonder if he will talk crass about this with his men later. He’s made comments about me before. Jokes about if I was bare down below or not. Now he knows firsthand. Will he report back the information? Another tidal wave of emotions hit me.
“I didn’t.” He smirks. He makes a grab for me, but I barely dodge him as I make my way out of the bed.
“Sole.” The smirk drops from his face, and I can see worry settle in. “Get back in this bed,” he orders.
“Fuck you,” I shout back before I run for the bathroom. He gives chase. I barely make it in time to get the door shut and locked behind me. I’m shocked it doesn't give with the force he hits it with.
It was a stupid move. That door will never stand a chance against him, and I know it.
4
FENTON
I can’t read her. One minute she’s coming and calling my name, the next she’s locking me out.
“Sole, open the door.”
“No.”
I force myself to take a calming breath. If I don’t, I’ll turn this door into splinters. “Why not?”
“I need to think.”
“About me?” I ask.
“Get over yourself.”
“Never.” Just like I’ll never get over her. She’s mine now, no matter if she tries to run. I own her, just like she owns me.
“I’m going to clean up.”
“Don’t wash me off.” I run my finger down the wood door. I want my smell branded into her skin. Then maybe I’ll start to calm the fuck down.
“You’re like an animal!”
I nod even though she can’t see me. “I’m going to fuck you like one as soon as you’re ready.”
“Fenton!” She smacks the door.
It’s cute. Almost as cute as her perfect little pussy. Which reminds me… “You’re right.”
“What?” Some of the irritation fades from her tone.
“You were right about me making a crude joke about you. It wasn’t my best moment. I didn’t realize—well, I only had a feeling…”
“A feeling?” Feelings. This is new to me. It's something I've never had to deal with before when it came to a woman. She knocked me on my ass from the start. I was beyond crude because I didn’t understand what the hell was going on inside of me.
“About you.” I press my palm to the door. “I apologize for what I said. Like I said, I had this feeling about you, but I didn’t realize you would be my bride.” I don’t want anyone ever thinking about her pussy. If she is shaved or bare is only for my knowledge. I’ll murder anyone else who might want to know. A possessiveness roars through my veins. The word mine chants over and over in my mind with each beat of my heart.
I hear something thunk. “You okay?” I eye the door, thinking about breaking it down again, but I worry she’s too close to it and I might hurt her in the process.
“Did you just say bride?” Her voice is close now; she must’ve plunked her forehead against the door.
“Yes.” I thought I made this clear when I took her virginity. She’s it for me. I’m all hers. When you know, you fucking know.
“Like, as in you want to marry me?”
“As in we are going to get married, yes.”
She lets out a huff. “You’re insane.”
“Am I?” I smirk and twist the door handle. “Let me in.” I’m starting to grow anxious. I’m like a junkie, and she’s my fix. The more time I’m with her, the more I know she’s mine.
“I need to think.”
“You’ll think better in the shower while I wash your body.”
“There’s no way I can think when you’re touching me. Naked. With water. And bubbles. Nope.”
“Sole, I won’t ask you again.” I tap on the wood. “Open this door. If I have to break it down, I’m going to spank you.”
She gasps. “You wouldn’t dare!”
“I’d dare quite a bit for you, Mariana.” A sizzle of desire pumps through me at the thought of spanking her round ass.
“No. I need to think. You need to go away. Just go do whatever mafia crap you like to do. I’m not the one. I don’t want this life. I want …”