Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
He turns me around, hands behind my back. “I like the fucking part more than you’ll ever know,” he murmurs. I feel his cock press against my soaking wet pussy, sliding up and down, gathering up my soaking moisture on his shaft. “Lovely girl. My beautiful wife.” He presses into me and I gasp, head back, his mouth on my throat. I forgot how big he was, how thick he was, how he stretched me as he slipped deeper.
God, it feels so good, my brain sparkling with intensity and need as he fucks me hard, his hands teasing my breast.
“Say you’ll have my children,” he says as he rips into me. “Say it again.”
“Fuck, Finn,” I moan. “I’ll have your children. As many as you want. All of your children.”
He growls, kissing me over my neck, as his thumb strokes my clit while his cock slams in and out, slipping and sliding into my soaking pussy. My husband owns me, dominates me, fucks me like I’m his and only his, and I come again in a screaming, shivering delight, which throws him over the edge. I feel him fill me with a snarl of pleasure, both of us dizzy and stupid with joy.
When he’s done, he turns me around and leans his forehead against mine. We stand there holding each other, Finn mostly supporting my weight since I feel like I’ve been fucked into a coma.
“I love you,” he says, biting my lip. “I love you, Dara.”
I blink at him in shock. Hearing him say those words—hearing him speak them out loud—it’s almost more than I can handle.
But then the last week rushes back. My parents in their sad house, their angry relationship, the bitterness.
Contrasted against this thing I have with Finn, this fire and brimstone, this joy and gorgeous pain.
This is the love I want. This is the love I choose.
“I love you too,” I say.
He grunts as if I’ve punched him in the guts and holds me even tighter.
“Finn,” I say, gasping. “You’re crushing me.”
“Shush now,” he says. “Busy loving you.”
“Finn!”
“Fine,” he says, relaxing his grip. But he doesn’t let go. “I want to make a life with you, Dara. I want you by my side. Imagine what we’ll do.”
“I’m guessing a lot of sex. Maybe some more murder.”
“Pretty much.”
I laugh, biting his shoulder, and hold him as hard as I can.
Chapter 48
Dara
Six months pass in a flash. Finn’s father won’t speak to us, but he also doesn’t try to chase us out of town, and he doesn’t stop Finn from running his crews.
It takes six months for the senate to get their shit together. I navigate my preggo belly and collapse into a chair with a groan, head tilted back, as Finn sits beside me and rubs my shoulders. C-SPAN’s on the TV in the Crowley mansion’s rec room. Carson and Nolan are playing pool, chatting with each other amiably, pretending not to be extremely competitive while also trying as hard as they can to destroy the other. Genna’s drinking gin with Kathryn at the bar.
“This has to be the most boring, most important thing ever,” I say as Finn puts an arm around me. “Are they voting? Why are they just walking around like that?”
“They’re voting. See the count at the bottom?”
I grunt and push him. “I’m not blind. I’m just annoyed.”
“The senate likes to take its sweet time. Makes them feel important.” Finn kisses my cheek. “Do you need anything? Something to drink? I can rub your feet if you’d like.”
“My god,” Genna says, staring up at the ceiling. “This man once threatened to cut out my tongue for asking him to share his lighter with me. Now he’s offering foot rubs.”
“It’s sweet,” Kathryn says. “He’s doting.”
“He’s pathetic.” Genna throws back her drink. “But it’s kind of sweet too, I guess.”
I kiss Finn’s cheek. “You’re a good husband. But no, I’m fine for now, thank you.”
“Offers all stand.” He beams at me, tosses a glare at Genna, then joins her at the bar.
“Hey, Dara, your guy just voted.” Carson gestures at the TV. “The one that screwed you guys before.”
“Did he make the right choice?” I ask, eyebrows raised.
Carson nods. “No need for you to prepare the car bombs.”
“Lucky man,” I say, hands on my belly. “Otherwise, I’d have to, I don’t know, waddle over there and yell at him.”
Carson laughs and slaps Nolan on the shoulder. “Your shot, asshole.”
“Fucker,” Nolan mutters. He winks at me and gets back to the game.
I sit back and enjoy the friendly chatter. While Finn’s father hasn’t warmed up, at least Carson and Nolan are friendly now. We have dinner with them almost once every week, which is surprising—I got the sense that the boys weren’t close. But I think Finn’s really trying to make himself a part of the family again, especially with the baby on the way.