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)
“It’s killing me too,” I moan, grinding into his mouth. “Fuck, Arsen, I need you in me. Please, fuck me.”
He slides his fingers from my pussy and shoves them in my mouth. “Look at you,” he whispers. “If there’s one thing I know, it’s that I’m your husband. It doesn’t matter who my parents are. It doesn’t matter what blood’s in my veins. I’m your husband and you’re my wife and we’re going to have our baby soon. Me and you, that’s who I am.”
I whimper as he undresses. His cock’s thick and beautiful as he presses it inside of me. It fills me to the brim and I grind into him. I kiss him, greedy for his mouth, greedy for his taste.
We fuck in a slow rhythm. I want to feel every inch. I kiss his chest and he licks my eyebrow. He strokes my pierced belly button and nibbles on my stiff nipples. His cock fills me deeper and deeper until we’re grinding fast, moving together, bliss ripping down my core in waves of building pressure.
“I need you by my side,” he moans in my ear. “I need you, Lena. You’re who I am now.”
“Arsen,” I gasp, arching into him. I push harder, needing him so badly it kills me.
“Come for me, baby. God, you feel so fucking good. Come for me now.”
A low moan escapes my throat and it hits me hard. I finish all over his big dick, and he’s not far behind. He fills me to the brim with his warmth, and we end up in a jumbled mess on what I have to guess is his old childhood bed.
His arms feel so good wrapped around me. This is what I’ve been craving since that terrible night when he retreated into the house. This is what I’ve needed so badly.
I’m back where I belong.
“I missed you.” He nuzzles against my neck. “My beautiful girl.” His hands move over my breasts. I swear, he’s still half hard.
“Does this mean you’re coming back?”
“Thank you for giving me some time to think. I know it wasn’t easy.”
“Tigran’s losing his mind.”
“I can imagine.” He laughs lightly and pulls me tighter against him. “Yes, this means I’m coming back.”
“Good.” I turn and face him. His eyes seem lighter now. Like he’s been carrying a terrible weight, but it’s been sucked away. I kiss him softly. “But we don’t have anywhere to be for a while.”
“You want to stay here?”
I shrug slightly and take one of his hands. I guide it up to my mouth. “We don’t have anywhere to be and technically we’re on our honeymoon.”
“Is that what Tigran’s telling people?”
I take two of his fingers and suck them. He groans lightly, staring at my mouth. “Let’s make up for lost time.”
“You’re my blood now,” he whispers.
“And you’re my everything,” I answer, reaching down to take his cock in both hands. I stroke him slowly, getting him hard. “I love you, Arsen. I’m stupid for you.”
“I love you too. But you knew that.”
“You might love me a little bit too much.”
“Probably.” He gets very hard very quickly. “But you like it.”
“I really do.” I shimmy down, kissing his chest, all the scars over his flat stomach, until I reach his cock.
I take him in my mouth and suck.
Fuck, I love the way he moans. That low, erotic groan. I suck and lick, sloppy, moaning as I do it. Overflowing with stupid love. Wet, sticky love. The kind of love that’s going to kill me one day. The best kind of love.
Chapter 41
Arsen
Iknock at Tigran’s door early the next morning. The relief on his face is almost visceral as he lets me inside his multi-million-dollar townhouse right in the heart of the best neighborhood in the city. He leads me into the kitchen and pours us both some coffee. “You’re back,” he says.
“I’m back.” I take a long drink. It’s hot and burns my tongue, but it’s a good thing. I need to feel right now.
The last few days have been hell.
“Want to tell me what happened?” he asks. Which is oddly touching. I expected him to be pissed. I figured he’d tell me off and remind me of my responsibilities as the patron. Maybe even call me a selfish prick for putting him in this position.
Instead, he just seems concerned.
“I had to go through it,” I tell him.
His face makes it clear that he doesn’t understand. “Okay, great, you went through it. But what’s it?”
I take a deep breath through my nose and blow it out. All this time, Tigran’s been my closest friend. He’s my brother, my confidante, my ally, my most trusted advisor. We’ve shared everything.
Now, for the first time in my life, I don’t want to tell him the truth.
“You know I’ve always struggled with my place in the family.”