Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 92254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Fine. Let the girl have more time. She’ll figure it out eventually.
Maybe she isn’t sure that this is right, but she will be.
I can be a patient man.
“You’re staying home with me today,” she says without looking up. “Do you understand?”
“Can’t, baby. I shouldn’t have slept in. That’s bad enough.”
“It’s non-negotiable.”
“Lena—”
“Doctor said one day and you’re giving me that day.” She bites my fucking nipple. I grunt and fist her hair. She grins at me defiantly.
“You’re fucking crazy.”
“You are too. Tell you what. If you stay with me today, I’ll fuck your brains out. All day long, as much as you want. I’ll suck your dick dry until you can’t get it up anymore. How’s that sound?”
I laugh despite myself. “I don’t think you could manage it.”
“Try me.”
“Your pussy will be sore. Your mouth will be numb and your throat will be aching from getting filled. Are you sure you want that?”
She grins huge and nods eagerly. “Let’s see what you can do.”
I laugh again, feeling like a young man again, like I don’t have a war breathing down my neck, like my aunt didn’t just try to kill me.
I roll her over and pin her hands at her sides as I attack her with kisses moving down from her nipples—pausing only to bite each as revenge—to her belly button and to her pussy until she’s moaning, grinding against my lips, and begging me for more.
“Did I hear that right?” Maud frowns at me, squinting like I’m blurry. “You’re staying home today?”
“Don’t make this into a thing,” I grumble at her.
Lena lays a hand on my arm lightly. “The master would like pancakes. We’re having a lazy brunch.”
“Are we talking about the same man here?” Maud points a wooden spoon at me. “Arsen Sarkissian’s having a lazy brunch?”
Lena beams happily. “That’s right. Brunch time!” God damn, my wife is beautiful. I hate her right now.
But also, I care about her more than I ever dreamed possible.
We eat together on the terrace. It’s a beautiful day. Lena goes on and on about Maud’s cooking. Her enthusiasm is infectious and it makes the meal that much better. There’s something about her, the way she can make even simple things feel magical. I’m drawn to that strange, impossible to define quality. So much of my life has been misery and struggle, but with Lena, it’s like I can be a little bit lighter.
I can be the man I’ve always wanted to be.
When we’re done, I have to make some calls even though I know Lena’s not happy about it, but that’s the compromise. Tigran makes a few jokes about me getting murdered by a grandmother, none of which are funny, but they sure as hell crack him up. I call a few other members of the Brotherhood just to let them know that I’m fine and I’m only taking the day to be with my wife on her orders. Uncle Narek chuckles and says he’s not remotely surprised and he’ll handle business while I’m recovering.
“Wow, look at that, the world isn’t ending,” Lena says as we walk together through the garden. She turns and faces me, hands on my chest, that naughty little grin on her face. “Want to say anything to me? About how it’s fine to take some time off maybe and I was totally right and also thank you, Lena, you’re the best?”
“You look good,” I tell her instead. I’m not saying that other shit. She’s in a light summer dress with a floral print. It’s cut low, showing off the top of her tits, and the skirt’s short. I reach down and run my hand up—and fuck. She’s not wearing panties.
And she’s dripping wet.
She grins huge. Her stud catches the sunlight as her nose twitches and her eyes sparkle. “Now do you have anything to say to me?”
“You really do want to walk with a limp for the next week.”
“Oh, I doubt that. Unless you plan on breaking my knees.”
“I plan on tearing your pussy to pieces.”
I fist her hair and bury her mouth in a kiss.
Around us, insects flit from flower to flower, and it’s a beautiful day.
But she’s all I can see. She’s all I can smell, all I can taste. Every inch of her is imperfect and messy and absolutely fucking mine.
“What a gentleman,” she mutters as I drag her down into the grass.
“Now this is good.” Lena moans as she leans back against the wooden boards in the sauna. She’s butt-ass naked. Her tits drip with sweat and her nipples are hard. It’s honestly taking all my energy to not touch her right now. I’m nowhere near satisfied—but I can tell she needs a little break. She opens one eye and peeks at me. “Your dick is hard.”
“It’d be bad if it weren’t.”
“We’ve had sex four times already.”