Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
She stayed quiet for a few minutes after telling me all I needed to know and then she forgot to be scared again. I hadn’t even realized that I’d pulled her into my arms to offer comfort while she was spilling her guts. Not until she picked her head up off my shoulder and looked up at me.
“So what? You brought me here to punish me for teasing you? What’re you twelve?” This little…
“What I am is not amused by your shit.”
“The punishment does not fit the crime. Don’t you think you went a bit overboard?”
See this shit? This is the shit I’ve been dealing with, with her. Part of the reason I didn’t talk to her ass those first few days after bringing her here. I knew once she realized there was no danger, she’d revert back to her usual shit.
There was no point in trying to rein her in, pop had already let her ass get away with too much for me to try that shit now. I knew that shit when we started, but I just needed her to know from the out start that there was this other side of me, one that if needed would put the brakes on her ass.
“There’re just two things that you must always remember. Other than if you betray me I’ll kill you.” She rolled her eyes and I smirked. I’m pretty sure she knew that shit was the real deal, so I took her reaction to mean she had no plans on doing that shit.
“What two things? Tell me.” She laid her head back on my chest and I know her so well I knew she was happy. And all it took was a few words. Women are strange as fuck.
I damn near fucked my dick raw for the last six days and that didn’t tell her shit about my true feelings for her. But just a few honest words and it was enough. Now I was the one rolling my eyes.
Though on second thought, it’s good that she trust me enough to believe me. To know that I’m not bullshitting her to get in her snatch. Then again I’d already done that shit.
See, this is why I didn’t want to talk to her until now. I knew she was going to confuse the shit out of me. The only woman I ever had any real conversation with was mom before she passed when I was ten. I don’t share shit about what I’m thinking with anyone but pop and my right hand when it’s needed.
It was weird to realize in that moment just how insulated, how detached I’d become since childhood. I had a feeling though that this one was gonna change all that.
“What two things Dante?” She looked up at me and I kissed her nose.
“You can’t cut your hair, ever.” I ran my fingers through her wild curls. Her hair is long past her shoulders and midway down her back, with big fat curls that bounce when she walks.
“And don’t lose the ass and tits. I don’t know what happens to you women but you love changing shit that don’t need changing. I’m marrying you with that ass, you lose it it’s back to the drawing table.”
She drew in her breath and now when she looked at me there was something new in her eyes.
“What? What’s that look about?”
“You want to marry me?”
“What the fuck? Where’ve you been the last half hour?”
“I know, you said you wanted me to have your baby…” Her face heated up with another one of her blushes. What an enigma she is.
“Not exactly my words but they’ll do. Go on!”
“I just thought…I didn’t think you’d…” I had to hug her tighter because her body began to shake.
“You thought what? That I was going to breed you for the next ten years without putting my ring on your finger? Do you really see me doing that shit to you?”
I guess she hadn’t really thought it through. Or things had happened so fast her brain was still playing catch up. Now she was giving me a look of wonder. And the smile that spread across her face said it all.
Damn, I realized in that moment that I’d taken a big risk, from start to finish. This shit could’ve gone south in so many ways.
I’d plotted and schemed, all the while banking on the fact that she had real feelings for me. Something that I didn’t really know if it was true or not, until now. Until she’d told me outright.
The enormity of what I’d done finally hit home and it didn’t change shit. I’d still do that shit again if I had to. I squeezed her before turning her to her back.
“You’re not still sore are you?” She grinned and wrapped her legs around me while pulling my head down to hers as I slipped my cock in her.