Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 110824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
“One we’ve already taken.”
“Not truly.”
“I’m afraid so, baby.”
“Honey, just because you hang a fake marriage certificate on a wall doesn’t make it real.”
“True,” he allows with a nod.
“Then—”
“Unless, I made sure that despite the circumstances, we were actually married, and the license is binding and legal.”
“I—What did you say?”
“I said I lied when I told you we’d go for a fake wedding if you weren’t sure.”
“You lied.”
“Yep,” he says, looking proud.
“Why on earth would you do that? Tell me you’re joking, Victor.”
“I did it because I knew if I left it up to you, we might never get married. You’ve got it in your head that I’m somehow shortchanging myself by marrying you, and where the fuck you get that from, I don’t have a clue.”
His words score a hit so deep that I stumble backwards—or I would have if he wasn’t holding me. “Victor…”
“Honest to God woman, if anyone is getting the bad end of the stick here, it’s you. We both know what I do for a living. My hours are anything but normal and you have to go around with security guards all the time. I’m possessive as hell and I can’t keep my hands off of you.”
“I thought you said you were only trying to get me pregnant,” I grumble.
“Well, I won’t lie. I know if we have a baby that’s another tie you can’t break. I want you tied to me every way I can get you, Kitten.”
“Vic—”
“But if you want me to be honest, my balls and cock might be sore, but I still want to fuck you right now. I want to take you into our new house, bend you over that kitchen island you’re so crazy about, and fuck you so hard that we can’t move.”
“That might be a very bad thing to do,” I whisper, feeling warm all over.
“I think it would be a very good thing to do,” he counters, his eyes getting darker with hunger as he moves the tip of his index finger down my cheek.
My breathing speeds up as my heart beats harder. I can feel the inside of my thighs get damp. My attraction to Victor is just that potent. There’s no way I can even begin to hide it—mostly because I don’t even want to try. “What if the realtor fails and it ends up not being our house?”
He grins at my use of ‘our’, and I just smile and let him know I’m not going to fight with him about our marriage. He knows me well. I probably would have driven him crazy. Plus, I’ve regretted telling him we should make the marriage fake from the moment I said it.
“Won’t happen. My woman loves this house. She wants it and what my Kitten wants, she gets.”
“Well, considering there’s a chance I’m not pregnant, it would probably make sense to try out that kitchen island,” I reason.
He picks me up, cradling me in his arms. “Fuck, I love you.”
“I love you, too, although I am wondering how I can talk to you about not peeing outside our fence—or inside it unless you’re in the bathroom.”
“You probably aren’t going to be able to talk me out of it. I’m actually thinking of getting one of those turtle statues that your stepbrother is so in love with and putting it on that spot.”
“Like the ones he has all over his grounds? Are you crazy?”
“I’m crazy about you.”
“What if someone sees you, peeing? I have to be honest, since we’re married, your dick belongs to me and only me now. I don’t want anyone else seeing it.”
He leans down and kisses my lips as we walk into the house. “We’re against private property filled with brush and palm trees, sweetheart. It’s also land we own—or will when we get the papers signed. That means no one will see my dick. You’re safe. Just let me away with it. It’s a family tradition to bring us good luck.”
I narrow my eyes and stare at him. “You just made that up.”
“Hush up, woman,” he admonishes as he lets me down. I stand in front of him, unable to do anything but smile up at the man I love—the man I’m married to. “You need to undress so I can fuck you.”
“Okay, baby,” I respond and then I do as he orders, because this man is everything to me and I know he always will be.
epilogue
. . .
Victorio
Four Months Later
I finish putting the turtle over the hole I just filled in. I always keep my promises. I know Gia thinks I’m insane, but thankfully she hasn’t questioned me about it. I whip my dick out and piss on the only thing left of the bastard. Once done, I zip and turn back to our new house and let myself in the side gate.