Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18514 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 93(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18514 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 93(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
My brother deserves to lose everything, but I did manage to pull some strings and ensure he could never get a passport or VISA to visit or work in the United States. I want him as far as possible away from me and my family.
During the funeral he asked about Aria, but instead of being crass, he mentioned a teen boy that would be perfect for her. I’m glad that he’s left thoughts of hooking up with her to the wind because there is no way he’ll get anywhere near her.
Aria’s growing up fast, looking like a woman which makes me not want daughters. Gloria looked older at sixteen too, so I’m grateful that I didn’t meet her then. Waiting would have been bloody torture.
I could have sworn that I saw Domani Bianchi lurking outside of her school once or twice this past week. I’ve asked her father about it and all he would say is that he has a vested interest in her safety, but that it wasn’t to be discussed again. I drop the matter because if she’s still crazy about him then it’s for the best that he watches over her. Maybe he’s got it as bad as the rest of us poor souls madly in love with our women.
We arrive at the house and settle the baby down after a nice bath and a bottle.
“Are you ready for bed, my love?”
“I just woke up,” she says while letting out a yawn.
“You’re tired.”
“Well, maybe it’s all the travel.”
“True or maybe…do you think I’m pregnant again?”
“There’s a good chance, but we’ve only been fucking for a month, so you wouldn’t be far along.”
“Okay. I’ll check in the morning. Are you well?” Gloria presses her hand to my jaw, and I turn my head and kiss her palm.
“Yes, being home feels good with you and our boy.”
“Even though it’s not back in Dublin or Kilkenny?”
My heart will always be for my homeland, but it’s marred with the past whereas I have a sense of happiness here that can’t compare. “Yes. I’d rather be here than there for now.”
“Peter.” She answers the unspoken question.
“I can’t trust him around my family. You and Aidan are my world. The thought of him being near you is never a pleasant one.”
“Well, let’s forget him and sleep. We have a big day tomorrow. My mama wants to have a gathering for the holidays.” Yes, Christmas is just a week away and there are plenty of gatherings to attend.
“It’s our son’s first Christmas.”
“I can’t wait until he realizes it next year, but this one is special as well. My parents are anxious to spoil him.”
“We’re not much better, but we will raise our kids to remember to keep their humanity.”
“Always.”
Gloria
Three years later
He comes in covered in blood, pain in his eyes. I know what he’s done, and it’s for the best, but he looks defeated. Betrayal is intolerable in our world.
Peter can’t hurt us anymore.
“How are the boys?” he asks, as he slides off his suit jacket.
“They are resting, and my mother is with them. Let’s shower my love.” I take his hand and lead him into our en-suite in the guest room we are currently staying in.
“I need you, Gloria.”
“I know.” I take my time stripping him down as the water warms. Sliding off my robe, I’m pregnant again and my husband’s cock greatly appreciates the sight. He takes it as a sign of his virility and that he’s the only man to win my heart. He ignores that my dad had it first and the boys share my love. But tonight, I’m just his. His glory, his reason for living, his salvation.
We step into the shower, and I begin to clean my husband. Slowly and sporadically, I steal kisses from his lips, his biceps that are strong enough to carry me up mountains, and then I slide to my knees to kiss the part of him that brings me to the heavens over and over again.
Swiping my tongue around the hard tip, I tease the bulbous head before sliding it down my throat, taking him deep until I’m gagging on his length. He pulls out and grips my hair, grabbing my attention. “Are you okay?”
“Always.”
“I might be too rough tonight.”
“I can handle whatever you give me,” I inform my only lover, my power, my other half of my soul. He grips my hair and I part my lips to let him do what he needs. I take him down, slobbering on his cock as he fucks my mouth. I can’t get enough and my pussy twitches, using one hand to steady on his thighs, I take the other and play with my slit.
“That’s it. You love having your pretty mouth fucked. Stroke that kitten because I want you to come on my tongue after I give you mine. Are you ready? I need to come so painfully, my love.” Moaning around his shaft, he growls and cups my chin and skull picking up the pace until he roars out, shooting his load past my tonsils. I swallow like a greedy wife. As soon as he catches his breath, he has me on my feet, carrying me out of the shower and setting my ass on the vanity with my legs over his shoulders. Cormack dives into my pussy, licking and sucking on my clit until I shake with an intense orgasm and then he replaces his mouth with his stiff cock, drilling me to the cool surface until he’s spent.