Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
“Yes.”
“A restaurant won’t make you rich.”
“Money isn’t everything—”
“It is everything.”
“Well, my husband is very rich, so…” I didn’t view his money as my own, but as husband and wife, as partners, I would have to accept his wealth someday.
Both of his eyebrows lifted in surprise. “If this is what you’ve decided, then there’s no reason to remain married to him.”
My eyes were on my glass of wine, and they lifted when I heard what he said.
“You married him so we could reclaim our family business. If you’ve really decided to leave, then he’s no longer useful to you. Your marital obligations have expired. Leave him. I’ll give you the money to open the restaurant.”
This conversation had taken an unexpected turn. “I asked you to open a restaurant before, but you rejected the idea—”
“Because the family business is a better idea.”
“If I leave him…” I stared at the wineglass. “There’s no incentive to keep you in the business.” My eyes lifted to meet his again.
My father stared as he considered what I’d said. “You could ask. If you truly want nothing to do with this life, you’ll need to get rid of Axel because he still ties you to his criminal activity. If someone wants to hurt him, they’ll hurt you instead.”
I hadn’t thought of that.
“I don’t think he’ll cut me out of the business,” he said. “Not when he needs me. Everything just went to shit with the Colombians, so we can’t afford any more losses.”
My stomach was tied in knots, and I felt a draft in the room even though none of the windows were cracked. I stared at the half-eaten pizza and avoided my father’s stare.
“So, leave him, sweetheart.”
When I came home, Axel was already on the couch, in nothing but his sweatpants and slightly damp hair. His schedule was random, so there were nights he’d be gone and days he wouldn’t leave the couch.
“Hey, baby.” One arm was over the back of the couch, and his powerful legs were stretched far apart. The table held his decanter of scotch and his empty glass. It wasn’t even dinnertime yet, and he’d already started to drink.
“Hey…” I walked around the couch to put down my purse and slip off my heels.
“What was that?” he asked without turning around.
“What?”
“I expect a kiss when my loving wife comes home.”
I left my heels on the floor before I moved into the living room and came around the edge of the couch. With my hand planted on the back of the couch, I leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the lips.
His big arm wrapped around me, and he dragged me into him, forcing me onto my back on the couch as he moved on top of me.
I tried to fight it, but when that heavy mass was on top of me, I knew I had no chance of escape. “What are you doing?”
He held himself on top of me. “Waiting for my wife to kiss me.”
“I did kiss you—”
“Come on, baby. You can do better than that.” He held himself above me, his eyes looking down at my lips in expectation of a passionate kiss. It’d been a week since we’d last had sex, and I knew he was anxious to resume those evenings where we fucked all night.
“I just had a long day.”
“Yeah?” he asked, his eyes still on my lips. “Let me help you forget about it.” He dipped his head and kissed me, a slow kiss that wasn’t demanding or aggressive, just easy and gentle. He touched my lips with his as his hand slid into my hair, his fingers stroking the soft strands. When he felt the enthusiasm from my lips, he deepened the kiss, making it harder, making it faster.
My stressful day was erased by a slow ache in my stomach, an ache that turned into a burn that stretched to other parts of my body…especially between my thighs. My hands latched on to his thick arms before planting on his hard chest, feeling a concrete surface that was warm to the touch rather than cold. His tongue delved into my mouth and elicited a quiet moan from me, a moan I couldn’t even remember making.
He tugged his sweatpants down over his ass so his cock could come free, tinted red and throbbing with desperation. Without breaking our kiss, he lifted my dress to my waist and exposed my thong before he pulled it free. It was tossed on the floor and underneath the coffee table.
He tugged me close and folded me, bringing our disproportionate bodies together so his hard dick could slide into my tightness. He dampened the head of his dick first then pushed inside, giving a hard thrust to burst past my opening and enter the wetness waiting for him. As he started to sink, he released the sexiest moan, like this was the best pussy he’d ever had.