Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
“Enzo, please,” she cries. I hum in satisfaction as I finally build her into a frenzy. Her gasps come in quick succession as finally reaches the crest before falling in an exhilarating dive to pleasure.
In the midst of her orgasm, using one hand to prolong it for as long as possible, I fuck my fist, chasing after my orgasm. I roar out her name as I paint her skin in cum. Thick streams of it stretched across her breasts and over her face. I smile as I rub it into her skin, hoping the smell will linger after she washes it off.
The ring on her finger isn’t enough. I feel the need to mark her on a deeper, more feral level. We may like to pretend as humans, we’re more than the beasts that stalk the forests. But we aren’t. We’re little more than our animal roots, and nothing brings out the beast in me than the ingrained need to make sure everyone knows she’s mine
Once our breath returns to normal, I release Emma from our makeshift restraints and check the skin of her wrists. They’re a bit red from how she pulled against them in frustration as I denied her her orgasm over and over again. Her muscles are flaccid and I help to put her into a more comfortable position. The cream I lather on her helps to soothe those angry red marks, and while I’m sure they won’t disappear by morning, it causes a deep satisfaction in me that others will see them. See another way she’s mine.
I move her body to mine, cuddling her into my side and pulling the blanket up over us. She presses her face into my neck, and I wait until her breath settles into a light snore. When I’m sure she won’t crash, an unintended side effect of an intense orgasm, I relax.
I’m not a tender lover. My partners orgasm, they get the pleasure they’re after, but I don’t stick around afterward to make sure they don’t get lonely as the pleasure fades. It’s one of the ways Emma is different, one of the ways she has always been different.
Fucking her at the wedding had been different from the beginning. I fucked her on our property. I probably should have brought her inside and laid her on a bed while I sealed her to me in a silent promise she didn't realize was happening. Still, I didn’t fuck girls at the house. I didn’t stick my dick into someone without condoms. And I certainly didn’t care what happened to them when I was done.
My beautiful fiancee.
Chapter Twenty-Five- Enzo
My night isn’t over. While I would prefer to be in bed with Emma, there’s business that needs to be taken care of. Andy texted me to let me know someone is waiting for me in the basement.
I don’t enjoy using the basement, it feels too close to home. Mom will lose her mind if she realizes what kind of business is being conducted inside the house. I won’t be driving across town to complete an interrogation, but that might be the only benefit.
If things go smoothly, I can slip back into bed without Emma ever realizing I left. After a shower, of course. Interrogations are too bloody to go to bed without a shower.
Andy has a pleased smile on his face while he waits outside the basement door. He looks sated. Spending my money must have been enough to get him laid.
“Looks like I lasted longer than you did,” I say as I brush past him and into the basement.
“This bastard should count himself lucky we’re both in good moods tonight. That might not last for long,” Andy tells me as he falls into step behind me. “Petrov’s being fishy. This kid has been talking to him behind our back, giving him all sorts of information.”
My eyebrows shoot up towards my hairline. “I realized he might back out of our alliance since I won’t marry his daughter, but I didn’t think he would try to make an enemy out of us. That is outside his best interests.”
Andy shrugs his shoulders. “Never underestimate what a hurt ego will do to a man. He sees you rejecting a marriage proposal as saying his daughter isn’t good enough for our family. We don’t know what kind of information the kid has been feeding him so that's what we have to get out of this kid.”
A solid steel door separates the basement from the rest of the house. A thick glass pane allows me to peek into the room. The young, blonde man who was caught betraying us has been tied to a metal chair in the center of the room. Whoever brought him in and turned him over to us has already roughed him up a bit.