Husband Read online Penelope Sky (Betrothed #2)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Betrothed Series by Penelope Sky
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Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
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Would I look back on it with fondness?

Or regret?

He didn’t get out of the car, sensing my trepidation. He looked forward then rubbed his fingers across his lips, his black wedding ring visible in the lights from the dashboard. He had a clean jaw, and while I preferred the shadow, he looked as handsome as ever.

The silence continued, tensions rising. Once I stepped into that house, there was no going back. That was my life.

I wanted to hold on to my independence for just a moment longer.

Hades didn’t push me. Instead, he grabbed my hand and twined our fingers together before he got comfortable in the seat. He leaned back and brushed his thumb over my fingertips, comforting me with the affection he used to smother me in.

We sat there for fifteen minutes, saying nothing.

I finally released his grip and stepped out of the car.

He joined me. Together, we took the elevator to the ground floor. Helena wasn’t there, and it was quiet. The main lights were on, but the kitchen sounded quiet. My mother planned to stay at our place for the weekend so we could have our privacy.

I started to slip off my heels because I didn’t plan to walk up two flights of stairs in killer pumps.

Hades scooped me into his arms and carried me instead. Without giving any sign of exertion, he took me to his bedroom on the top floor and carried me over the threshold. The door shut behind us.

We were alone.

He kicked off his shoes then loosened his tie from around his neck. He yanked it off then moved to his vest underneath. Piece by piece, he undressed himself until he was in nothing but his black boxers.

His body was different from the way I remembered him. Now he was so ripped that his muscles practically popped out of his skin. His tanned arms were covered with cords, and his muscular thighs were so cut. His chest was the best part. It was a solid piece of concrete, an indestructible wall. The grooves underneath looked like small mountains, abs of power. His bulge was visible in his underwear. He was fully erect, charged full of desire.

I turned my gaze away and tried not to stare. My eyes looked at his bed, the comforter already pulled down so we could get naked on the sheets. The second nightstand had been completely cleared so I could add my things. He picked the left side of the bed and gave me the right.

His bare feet thudded against the rug as he came for me. He approached me from behind, like a predator about to attack his prey. When he was right against me, I felt his breath fall on my bare shoulder, inhaled his scent deep into my lungs.

I was so still, I didn’t breathe. I didn’t know why I was so nervous, why I was on edge. I wasn’t afraid of him. I knew this night would happen. I’d slept with him before and enjoyed it. I was still attracted to him…especially now that he was in even better shape.

I guess I knew how much he wanted me…and the thought scared me a little bit.

His hands moved to the back of my dress. One by one, he popped each button, working the delicate fabric as it came loose around my body. Slowly, it started to sag, started to shift down my frame. When he reached the last button, he let my dress fall to the floor on its own.

His powerful arm hooked across my chest, and he pulled me tight against him, his mouth lowering to my shoulder. His entire body flexed when he had me, as if he were about to take a bite out of my neck and suck me dry.

Instead, he kissed me…so damn hard.

He kissed me everywhere, my neck, the back of my ear, my shoulder, and then down the nape of my neck. His arm continued to grip me tightly as he practically devoured me, turned me into his next meal.

I closed my eyes and let him have me, let him claim his prize. His hot breaths fell across my skin everywhere as he worked up a sweat just kissing me. His hand groped my tits, and he yanked me hard against his chest, showing off his strength as if it weren’t obvious just how powerful he was.

One hand moved to my white thong, and he pushed it over my ass, letting it slide down my legs until it reached my ankles on the floor. I could tell he dropped his boxers too when I felt his bare dick against my ass cheeks.

I felt like a prize for a king, a concubine for a count. I didn’t feel like a partner or a lover. I felt like a piece of meat this animal had ripped from my bones.


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