Total pages in book: 225
Estimated words: 218500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1093(@200wpm)___ 874(@250wpm)___ 728(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 218500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1093(@200wpm)___ 874(@250wpm)___ 728(@300wpm)
“A dick swinging contest,” I mutter.
He laughs. “Sometimes, yeah. I run clubs in business districts, near airports, and in blue collar areas in the three big cities in the state. I have a team that sifts through the gathered intelligence, and it helps my family keep us ahead of things. Eli does things in his business that benefit the family. So does Jonah. Ash isn’t as involved, but he’s had to get his hands dirty, too, a couple times. I’m not close with my brothers, but we all work toward a common goal of protecting what matters to us collectively.”
I’m thrown for a loop when he turns off early but realize we’re going to the house. That beautiful home that I haven’t let myself enjoy. It’s only been a day since he brought me there but today has felt like dozens of days all rolled into one.
I’m suddenly bone-tired.
Despite her protests, I carry her over the threshold.
“You can put me down now,” she complains.
“No, I’m taking my bride straight to bed,” I tell her, lock the door, set the alarm, and move us up the stairs.
“What’s the alarm code?” she asks. “In case of emergency.”
“The date we met. Four digits. Month, then day.”
Her eyes change and I’m thinking she’s counting back, so I tell her the code.
“That’s different from what you gave the chauffeur.”
“That’s a garage and gate only code. That won’t get anyone into the house.”
“Oh.”
I flick the light on and set her on the bed. “I’m sorry our wedding day was dramatic.”
“Traumatic,” she corrects.
“That, too. You should know I don’t feel much empathy outside of for you. Didn’t feel that at first but I’m feeling it more and more, day by day. It’s inconvenient.”
Her eyes flash with surprise.
I lean over, about to kiss her, when she crab crawls backwards. “I don’t feel up to anything physical right now. I’m very tired.”
“I’ll do most of the work,” I advise, yanking her sneakers off as I kick my own off while pressing my knee to the foot of the bed between her parted thighs. I advance, overtaking her, resulting in her back hitting the mattress.
Pinning her wrists above her head, I kiss her, then say, “I want to make you come over and over.”
She swallows, affected, but tries to hide from me by shutting her eyes.
“You’re mine now. It’s my job to make you come. Look at your husband, Chloe.”
Her eyes open.
“I told you I get what I want, didn’t I?” I caress her face with my fingertips.
She doesn’t answer.
I peel the sweater off her, leaving her in a tank top. That goes, too, then my mouth is on hers. “And you’re mine. Until death do us part, baby. And I wanna make you happy, make you love me. So those are next. Now… take your pants off for me.” I drop kisses on her throat, down to her breasts, unclasping her bra and freeing her beautiful tits.
I kiss one, then the other.
“Now, Chloe Steele. Show me your sweet, wet little hole. Show me what’s mine.”
She doesn’t move.
“I’m gonna take what I want from you anyway. And you’ll enjoy it. You always do.”
She stays still. Quiet.
I lean back onto my knees between her parted legs and grab the pants and pull until I get them removed. I throw my hoodie and T-shirt, then strip the rest of my clothes off.
“How wet are you right now?” I ask. “Let’s see…”
I push her knees apart and inspect visually, watching her face go pink. She didn’t even try to keep them closed.
I spread her pussy wide and plunge two fingers in. “Drenched for your husband? I like that a lot.”
She bites her lip and I watch her nipples harden before my eyes. Her pupils are large. She wants this. She wants me.
I weave our fingers together, pinning her hands over her head and as I line up, her legs wrap around me.
“There’s a nice hug,” I say against her mouth. “You’re not making this difficult. That’s good. I’m a little tired, too.”
“Then hurry up and get it over with,” she says looking sassy.
I laugh, then I slam my hips forward and fill her.
She cries out, arching.
“Suddenly, I’m not so tired anymore. Suddenly, I have the urge to fuck my wife for the next several hours.”
She lets out a sound of exasperation, but she arches her back. She’s not trying to fight me off.
“Wanna spar with me?” I ask, staring into her eyes.
She closes them. “Not tonight honey, you’re giving me a headache.”
I laugh. “Fun. I like it…” I press my fingers between us against her clit and work it until she’s panting, then I stop short, just before she’s about to come and flip her to her belly, yank her hips up and slap her beautiful bare ass, pulling a yelp from her.
“Let’s make it even more fun, shall we?”