Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 126485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 632(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 632(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Her chest heaved and she looked absolutely ravishing.
“How about a bath?”
Aislinn followed my gaze toward the claw-foot tub. “Looks like a piece from a medieval dungeon.”
“If that were the case, it would have been filled with burning water or molten lead. I like it hot, but not quite that much.”
I headed over to the tub and turned on the faucets. After a few twists, the combination of the two water streams created an acceptable water temperature. I could feel Aislinn’s eyes on me. She liked what she saw. She didn’t like me, but her body wasn’t impressed by her wariness of me.
I turned back to her and her eyes slid down my body to my half erect cock. “Bathtime,” I said.
She scooted to the edge of the bed, her face twisting in discomfort, which made me feel possessive and even hornier. She grabbed the blanket as if to cover herself then seemed to think better of it and came over to me.
I turned the water off, enjoying the view of Aislinn in this lowered position. She shifted, a hint of nervousness flashing across her face. That she still felt nervous about her nakedness after the gorgeous view she’d provided me with today was astounding. Her pussy was absolutely perfect, and so was the rest of her. I still tasted the tangy sweetness of her release on my tongue, and it was better than the finest whiskey. I tested the water with my fingertips once more before I grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her into the tub. She clutched my shoulders with a surprised shriek. I climbed in and sank down in the tub. It wasn’t a huge tub but would offer enough space for the two of us if Aislinn pressed her body to mine.
“Still shy? My fingers, tongue, and cock were buried inside of you not long ago, and you spilled your sweet juices into my mouth. Sweet Aislinn, you can come closer.”
Her lips pinched but she lowered herself into the water without a word and sank against the tub wall across from me. With the lack of room, it left her with no choice but to put her feet up on my thighs.
I grabbed one foot, chuckling at her sudden tension, and began to massage it. She had slender, elegant feet and her toenails were painted a dusty pink. Soon she relaxed under my touch, but regarded me with a hint of curiosity and plenty of wariness, always suspecting an ulterior motive for my actions. She was right. I rarely acted without a plan, but this time, I just felt like giving her a massage. I liked touching her soft skin, loved seeing what it did to her body, how I could mold her to my will with a few simple caresses.
Aislinn wanted to be a feral cat but started purring the moment I petted her.
She wet her lips, a move that drew my attention to her face. A blush spread across her face. I shook my head. Sweet Aislinn. “I like the knowledge that I took your innocence, that my cock’s the only one that’s ever been inside your sweet pussy.”
She looked away, her brows pinching together, and she tugged her foot away from my hand.
“Can you still feel it?” I murmured, wanting to push her.
“What?”
“My cock stretching you. I bet you still feel it.”
She swallowed and narrowed her eyes. “What is it to you? How are we going to go about this marriage? Is this a joke to you?”
“It’s a marriage to me.”
“So you’re going to worship me, respect me, take care of me, be faithful to me?” The last was spat out sarcastically.
Fury raced through my veins. She thought she knew me. “Maybe I’m a criminal and a bad man, but I’m faithful. I never cheated on a woman I was with. Good ol’ boy Patrick can’t say the same, or can he, sweet Aislinn?”
She didn’t say anything in Patrick’s defense because she knew he didn’t deserve her protection. I didn’t like the stupid sod. The idea that a loser like him ever got his paws on Aislinn made me want to skin him alive.
“I can’t believe a man like you has never cheated. It would be one of your smaller transgressions on your undoubtedly long list of sins.”
I was a sinner. No questions there. “You don’t believe me?” I asked with a wry smile.
“You are a man who has plenty of opportunity to be with women.”
“I do, but if I choose to be with a woman, then it’s the only woman I want to be with.”
Aislinn didn’t look convinced. I valued marriage. I valued family. Being a killer didn’t change that. She’d realize it soon enough. My father was a brutal killer, a ruthless leader, but he was also a pious Catholic and had been a loving husband to my mother. “That I choose to commit certain sins doesn’t mean I choose to commit them all.”