Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 18426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
“Well Lloyd and Rachel should be…” We hear a car pull up and I watch him help his pregnant wife out of it.
“You’re lucky I like you Harlan.” She scolds me waddling inside of the church.
“I’m sorry Lady Hollow.” I really am but I'm not.
“Yeah, yeah. I get it.” She smiles at my girl and holds out her hand. “My name is Rachel. I am the mayor’s wife. Welcome to Hollow’s Hollow.” Julep relaxes slightly and holds her hand out.
“My name is Julep. It's nice to meet you.”
“Shall we get on with this? Some of us have to sleep.” Lloyd growls to which Rachel hits his shoulder and scowls at him.
“Very well. I assume you have the rings?” Alton asks, pulling out his bible.
“Rings?” Julep gasps.
“Yeah little bunny. Rings. I am about to bind you to me for eternity. In more ways than one.” I whisper that last part in her ear. “Now hold out your left hand.” I don’t wait for her to do it, I simply grab her hand, slide the engagement ring on it and then turn to look at Alton.
“Well then, dearly beloved…” Soon her secrets will be my new project. After she is bred.
Chapter Nine
Julep
Am I dreaming? None of that happened right? I am asking myself this while I am sitting beside my husband twirling the massive rock he slid on my finger around and round in a daze wondering what the heck just happened. “How do you feel?” His gruff voice cuts through the fog. I glance over to see him white knuckling the steering wheel.
“It seems I should be asking you that.” I giggle looking at the distressed look on his face. “Seriously. You look…something.” I tell him, wondering why he looks so miserable. He is the one who made this happen.
“Do you know how hard it is to look at a whole cake and not be able to shove your face in it?” He dead pans me and I can do nothing but fidget. My breathing is becoming more shallow and I need to do something to break up this tension.
“Are you calling me cake, Harlan?” I try to make my voice light and teasing, only I don't. He is teasing at all. His eyes turn hungry, dark and low. I watch his long thick tongue slide out of his mouth and over his lip before he replies.
“I am calling you the entire fucking buffet, baby. And a motherfucker is famished.” Holy shit. The valley between my breasts is sweaty, but my nipples are hardening and pushing against the bra I have on. “You feel it to don’t you, wife.” A zing shoots straight to my clit when he calls me his wife. It's like belonging to this man has unleashed something carnal inside of me but I don't know what to do with it, especially since it cannot possibly go anywhere. I have to get Lili and he doesn’t like kids that are not his. “Answer me little bunny. If I don’t think you are out of your mind for me as I am for you who knows what I might do.” Damn. Why did no one ever tell a girl having a man lose his shit for you is heady stuff?
“Yes. I feel it.” I tell him, throwing caution to the wind. I mean what do I have to lose except my virginity and at this rate, I am going to be throwing it at him like a hussy if we don’t hurry up and get out of this car.
The car comes to a stop and I see we are back at the house. Like a marathon sprinter he has me out of the car, over his shoulder and up to the bedroom in seconds. Well, it seems like it. “Raise your arms.'' He commands, pulling my dress up. I feel shy all of a sudden and try to cover myself but he grabs my arms. “Never hide from me, bunny. I own this vessel and I demand full complete access at all times. Say you understand.” I nod my head before saying the words.
“I understand.”
“Such a good girl. Lay back on the bed and spread your legs.” I open my legs showcasing my naked body. The type of dress it was, it would have made an outline so panties were not an option. “God you’re a vision. Look at you. My own fucking Venus waiting for me to devour her. Botticelli would burn his own fucking painting to get a taste of that innocence. But it is only mine, isn’t it?” He sounds obsessed and jealous and it does something to me. My entire body is tingling right now and his words are adding to the fire.
“Yes, Harlan. Only yours.” Saying it out loud makes me feel owned in the best way possible. It makes me warm and giddy.