Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
“Draven,” she said.
“You went shopping.”
“The Boss insisted. He said that as your wife, I need to look and act the part.”
He nodded and sat perched on the bed. “Did you have fun?”
“I did. He’s a lot of fun.”
Draven couldn’t help but raise his brows as he looked at her. “You think The Boss is a lot of fun?”
Maria’s hands clenched into fists and she frowned. “I know, right? Have I just … crap, did I just insult him?”
“No, you didn’t insult him. I can imagine he’d find it rather entertaining that you like being around him.”
She reached out for one of the boxes and opened it, pulling out a dress. “What do you think?”
It was a dress with thin straps and bright yellow lemons all over it with a black background.
“It’s nice.”
Maria still wore the white dress. She turned on her heel and walked back into the closet. He paid women to do this kind of work.
His cock had started to thicken as he watched her move. Draven wasn’t used to this kind of reaction. He was constantly in control of his body.
She stepped out of the closet empty-handed.
“Come here,” he said, not allowing her to pick up another piece of clothing.
Maria stopped what she was doing and walked toward him. She stood within reaching distance, so he grabbed her hips and pulled her close.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
“Fine. How are you feeling?”
“Are you sore?”
“Oh.” Her face went a beautiful shade of red. He loved it when she blushed.
Her innocence. He’d taken her virginity but there was a lot more to her that still made her so pure. He teased the edge of her dress, wanting to lift the skirt and move it out of his way so he could touch her pussy. Draven had chosen her underwear for her, and now he wished he hadn’t. She would be a whole lot easier to get to if she didn’t have the panties or the bra.
“No, I’m not sore.”
He slid his hands down her skirt, going toward the hem. Touching her bare knee, he stroked the curve, staring into her eyes, and waiting to see what she would do.
She nibbled at the corner of her lip, and he slowly began to trace her thigh, going up and up until he was near her pussy. Drawing his hand between her thighs, he stroked up and then cupped her pussy. The panties she wore were wet. His woman was aroused.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he said.
He didn’t want to hurt her, nor force her. Draven wanted her willing.
Maria didn’t say a word. She didn’t complain. She just waited.
He pushed the fabric of her panties out of the way and stroked her flesh. Her heard her sudden, sharp intake of breath as he traced the outline of her slit. She had a fine coating of pubic hair, and he pressed forward, touching her clit. She reached out, grabbed his shoulders, and held tightly to him.
Draven touched her clit and then sank down toward her cunt. He pressed a single finger inside her, then a second, and watched to see if there were any signs of pain. He didn’t want to hurt her. Slowly, he worked his fingers in and out of her, but she showed no signs of pain or being sore.
Pushing both fingers knuckle-deep within her, he pressed his thumb against her clit and slid it back and forth, working her pussy. Each touch of her clit had her tightening around his fingers. She squeezed his shoulders.
He was surprised at how quickly her orgasm built, and then he watched, using his other hand to grip her hip, holding her in place as he continued to play with her body. Draven realized in that moment, he never wanted to return to the whores. He never wanted to pay to get his dick wet. They were all paid to do a job, and he threw money at them for getting his dick sucked. Never again. He had Maria.
Drawing her to the bed, he pulled his fingers from her sweet pussy and took each digit into his mouth, tasting her arousal. She was fucking sweet, delicious, and he knew he’d hit the jackpot with her. Draven wasn’t an idiot. He knew what it was like to have something good in his life. He’d already had the something bad.
Maria was his, and he was going to protect her and keep her safe.
Chapter Five
Maria wanted to be a good wife to Draven. She knew he’d saved her, but she also had a feeling it was important to The Boss, that she was. She’d be loyal to him and to Draven.
Staring up at her husband, she nibbled her lip and tentatively reached out to touch his cheek. He was the Devil. People feared him, but she wasn’t afraid.