Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 64066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)
“How romantic,” I say with an eye roll, trying to not lose more of my cocktails on the ground.
“If you weren’t so fucked up right now, I would fuck you down that alley and make you apologize for the way you’ve spoken to me.” He leans in close as he says it, his eyes hard.
“Where’s May? I still have drinking to do.”
“We are going home. Your things will be delivered to my house tomorrow.”
“Say what?”
He stands, leaving me sitting in the street, brushing off his pants as he does.
“In one week, you will be my wife, Everly. Soon you will be all mine.”
“What am I now?” I ask, confused.
“Not completely mine, just yet. But you will be.”
17
I wake to hands touching me, hands I know well.
Hands that steal my dreams.
They flip me over and roam so fast over my already-naked body. I don’t remember stripping. I remember being physically ill then him handing me some bottle with electrolytes that he insisted I drink to make me feel better the next day.
As he slides into me, my eyes spring open and my hands grip onto his back. Behind him I notice some of my stuff is here. When did that happen? Then I remember him telling me I was moving in.
I’m about to ask him about it when he pushes in farther and grips the back of my hair, pulling my neck back, so he can kiss down my throat.
His lips are ravenous and his hands are unforgiving as he stakes claim on me once more. Gunner kisses the side of my mouth, not touching my lips, then lets go and pushes up, as I drop fully to the bed. His hand grasps my breast as he continues to fuck me while he squeezes my nipple. I watch him in fascination, and wonder if this will ever change, whether his passion for me will ever leave.
I hope not.
The hooded look he gets in his eyes when he touches me, the look of pure ecstasy when I come that flashes across his own face, or the way he marks my body with pleasure, none of it can change.
He applies pressure to my clit with his hand, and the other leaves my breast and grips my leg as he holds me still, and fucks me like there’s no tomorrow, as if I am it for him.
I hope so.
When he comes, he rubs faster, fucks me just that little bit harder, and I come along with him. The scream that rips from my mouth is almost ear-piercing. He smiles. I’m sure he gets pleasure out of watching me come. I get pleasure out of watching him, full stop. He doesn’t pull out of me straight away. Instead, he leans forward, and in a manner I’ve never seen before from him, he gently strokes my hair.
“Soon you will be my wife, Everly.”
I nod, unsure of what words he wants to hear.
“And then I will introduce you to my world.” He gets up, leaving me sitting on the bed wondering what the hell he means.
“Do I have anything left in my apartment?” I ask when he finally comes back in. I’ve gone through most of the stuff, and all my clothes are here, some already hung in his closet which it seems is now half mine. Granted his place is nicer than mine and bigger, but I love my place. It’s the first place I lived in when I moved out of home, and that means something to me. He pauses at the sight of me sitting on the edge of his bed with just one of his shirts on. It’s the first thing I saw on the floor when I went searching through my things.
“No, your furniture is in storage.”
I shake my head, turning away from him. “What happens to my place?”
“I bought it, it’s ours now. But you won’t be living there. As I said, you will be living here with me.”
“You bought my place?” How could my father do that? Let him take it from me.
He nods when I look back to him. Then he walks into the bathroom and shuts the door behind him. I get up and follow him, pushing the door open so I can see him. He brushes his hair back and places it in a ponytail.
“We are going to be a team, aren’t we?” My body leans against the door, unsure of what to make of all this. He finishes his hair, turns his cold eyes on me, then something changes, and I’m not sure what.
“You’re going dress shopping today with your mother. My car will take you. It’s out front.”
“Change of subject.” I roll my eyes. “Nice.”
He leans in close, and his hand wraps around my bare ass and lifts before he slaps it.
“I want you in lingerie under your dress, because I plan to fuck my wife the way I want to. Do you understand?”