Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 27066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
What the fuck is she playing at? I stalk over to her and grab her wrist. The wrist attached to the hand that was going to stroke my brother’s chest. No one mentions the fact that I’m strolling shirtless through the house, which I haven’t done since I was a teenager.
“What the fuck?” she asks, turning to glare at me.
“Don’t touch other men, Matilde,” I growl.
Cashel and Derry both laugh as they exit the kitchen like it’s on fire. Fuckers.
“Fuck you, Dorian. I will touch whoever I want to. You don’t…”
“I don’t what? Finish that sentence.”
“Don’t own me,” she says, looking indignant.
“Don’t I,” I say, dropping her wrist. I grab her throat again. I love the feel of her rapid heart rate as I grip her. She’s so vulnerable. She doesn’t truly get the lengths I’ll go to in order to possess her. Already the hickey’s that I sucked into her skin are rising. I don’t even give a fuck if it’s teenager-like. I love seeing my marks on her.
“No. You aren’t giving me a choice in this, Dorian. You phrased it like I do, but I don’t. Not truly.”
“You will remain faithful to me, Matilde.”
“If I don’t?” she asks with a stubborn tilt to her chin.
“Do you want me to kill people? Is that it? Do you want to watch me go fucking crazy and kill people? I can do that. I can do it right now. I’m sure we’ve got someone strung up somewhere that needs to die.”
“What if I say yes? What if I say I want to watch you kill someone? Will you show me?” Fuck. Her ruthless ass is going to get fucked hard if she keeps saying shit like this.
“That can certainly be arranged. However, you will be mine and mine alone. I won’t tolerate disloyalty. Not even from you. The consequences of disloyalty to me are… permanent. I will make you forget all about other men.” She swallows thickly. Watching her throat work like that has me imagining my cock shoved so far down her throat she chokes on it with mascara-ridden tears tracking down her cheeks. Fuck.
“I won’t be disloyal, but there are no other men. There has never been,” she says. She’s telling me she’s untouched? Fuck. I want to fuck her now, but I’ll wait. I want vows between us before I slide my cock into her untouched cunt. Destruction is inevitable now. She will beg for my touch before the day is over. Then she licks her lips. All I can think about is kissing her. I lower my head to hers, ready to take her lips, but she turns away from me. “Don’t kiss me, please. I can’t. I’ve never… I don’t want that.” She doesn’t want me to kiss her? That doesn’t sit well with me, but I will abide by her wishes… for now.
“What do you want?” I ask, resting my forehead against hers. I am shaking with need. The need to be inside her. The need to make her mine before her family comes and tries to take her from me. I won’t allow them, but they will certainly try.
“I don’t know,” she admits, closing her eyes. I release her neck and drag my palm down her torso before roughly lifting her and setting her ass on the counter. Her eyes widen. “You picked me up,” she says.
“I did, baby.”
“You must be strong.” I was made for her so that I can pick her up. I shake my head.
“Tell me what you want from me,” I demand, my hands skimming her soft, supple thighs. I push the flouncy skirt of her dress up, never once taking my eyes off of hers. When I reach her hips, I look down. Her panties are soaking wet. I drag my index finger over the center seam, pushing into her a little bit. Her pussy lips are puffy, outlined by the soaking wet material. My mouth waters, so I swallow thickly. “Tell me, Matilde.” I bury my face in her neck. I’ll give her whatever she wants after she marries me.
“I don’t want you to fuck anyone else,” she moans as I speed my fingers up. As if I would. What man would go to these lengths for a woman just to fuck someone else?
“You are the only person I want in my bed and on my cock. Get that through your head, Matilde. What else do you want?”
“I can ask for anything?” she asks, biting that goddamn pouty bottom lip.
“Yes,” I reply, my voice husky as I push her panties to the side and see her perfect pinkness for the first time.
“Kiss me,” she moans, and I look up and lean for her mouth. “No. Here,” she says, running her fingers over mine at her pussy. I smirk at her.