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)
“Then stop hurting me,” she whispers.
“I don’t think I can. And right now I know I’m about to hurt you some more.”
“How?” she asks, looking afraid.
“Not in a violent way. Never, baby. Nothing beyond what you can handle.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning I’m about to fuck you. And it might get a little rough.”
“Derek, don’t.”
“I need to,” I inhale her hair. “I need to feel you. I need those sounds you make for me, Chloe.” I grab the back of her neck and put my nose to her throat. “I need that feeling that comes over me when you give in to how it feels, when you stop fighting me for a minute and hold onto me, writhing in what I make you feel. When you let yourself be mine.”
She whispers, “No.”
But she’s melting into me just enough that I feel the change.
I nod. “Yeah.” I back her up a few more paces so she falls onto the bed. I climb over her, fingers threading into her hair, mouth fusing with hers, tasting her, grinding my rock-hard cock against the heat between her legs.
“I need you.”
“Stop it,” she whispers, and it feels like a game. Because I’m sure by the way she feels that she actually wants me.
“Are you playing a game saying no?”
“No,” she whispers, but she’s biting her lip while looking away and the fast way her chest is moving tells me she’s worked up like I am. “You don’t want me tonight. I have my period.”
“I don’t care.” I kiss her.
Surprise lights in her eyes.
I grab the shorts and rip them down, taking her plain white bikini brief underwear with them. I use my knee to push them further and they fall.
“You want this too. It’s okay that you don’t want to admit it. So I’ll hold you down, take it, and then you don’t have to feel guilty about enjoying it.”
“That’s not what I’m doing,” she protests.
“You’re full of it, Chloe Steele, but we’ll play it that way, anyway. Are you gonna be my good girl immediately tonight, or do you want me to wrestle you into submission first?”
“Maybe I’ll just lie here like a corpse,” she snaps.
“You never do, though. Do you? I don’t think you can,” I say. “Because unlike everyone else you’ve ever been with, I’ve got the playbook. Don’t I? I know how to make you feel good. I know what gets your motor running.”
Between kisses and nips, I pin her wrists over her head with my left hand as I fumble to get my shirt unbuttoned, snap my fly undone, rip the zipper down and quickly free myself before I guide it through her folds.
She wasn’t fibbing. I run my erection over the dangling string. I smack her clit with my cock. She jumps, closing her eyes tighter at the same time as she opens her legs wider.
I grab the string and carefully tug. It resists, so I pull a little harder. The white clump has just a little pink tinge on it, so I toss it to the floor.
“Derek. The carpet!”
I laugh darkly. “It barely had a spot, Chloe. But even if it was sopping wet with blood, I don’t give a fuck. Because I need to fuck you. Now.”
I thump the crown of my cock against her clit again, loving how she jolts. I do it several more times while I attack her throat with my teeth, nibbling all the way down to her rock hard nipples.
“Struggle baby. Fight me. But this ends with me inside you. We never end, though. This is us, Chloe. You loving me back? That’s my end game.”
I fist my cock and line it up. Her slit is soaking wet for me.
“Yeah,” I whisper against her mouth as I slip in just an inch or two.
She blows out a slow breath.
I pull out and thump it against her clit again. “Maybe I won’t fuck your wet little slit. Maybe I’ll just fuck your mouth and leave you on the edge.”
She stares into my eyes and the heat there? It’s been too long since I was inside her. I slam my hips forward, hitting home.
She arches, gasping, and I’m kissing her again.
“I’m not ever letting you walk away. You’re my wife, Chloe. You’re my life now. You…” I slam forward, “are…” another thrust. “everything to me. And goin’ back to what you said on the phone the other night? I didn’t make you cheat on Hallman. He gave up on you. I won’t ever, will never do the same. You don’t let anybody in this body but me, Chloe. Nobody. If you even dare to even consider it again, do it knowing I’ll fucking kill them. And it’d destroy me. I would never, not ever be okay again. The very idea of someone else touching you this way fills me with so much fury I can’t even fathom. The reality of it actually happening?” I glare. “No. Don’t fucking do it, woman. Never.” I slam in again, letting go of her wrists, bracing so I can caress her throat. “You’re my wife. You’re mine. Yeah, I’m a thief who stole you from him so I could keep you for myself, but he didn’t fight back. He’d already given up. Nothing and no one will take you from me without me fighting to the death. The only way you get away from me is if I’m dead. Do you understand?” I grip her chin and say it again. “Do you?”