Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Love how he pulls out the sweetheart when he goes all wolfish and growly on me or he pulls out the condescension.
I turn away and look out the window. Perhaps I can distract myself so I don’t say something stupid again.
Nothing but bright blue waves below us. I imagine the helicopter blades coming to a sudden halt. I imagine the helicopter nosediving into the idyllic waves below.
I imagine drowning, succumbing to the relentless pull of the undertow and tide.
I imagine finally being free.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Salvatore
I didn’t want to come on this honeymoon, because the endless list of tasks and work I have to do as Don stretch out before me, as countless as the sand on the shore. But as the helicopter begins its descent to the private island where we’ll briefly honeymoon, I’m glad I made this call.
Privacy is unheard of, even with a family much smaller than hers. I’ve spent years in prison with no conjugal visits, and the few hookups I’ve had since I’ve been home have barely scratched the surface.
I want to taste her, ravage her, devour her. I want to drink so deeply I drown in her scent, in her moans when I grant her pleasure and ecstasy. I want to glut myself on everything Marialena. I pride myself on knowing how to please a woman, and fully intend on working every angle I can to ensure she obeys me.
So when the helicopter touches down, I’m already hard. I want to tear off the remnants of her bridal gown right here, slide her onto my lap, and impale her with my cock. I want to force her to her knees and pry her mouth apart and slide my shaft between her lips. I want to see her gag on my cock. I want to feel the warmth of her mouth wrapped around me. I want to come and watch her swallow.
“Are you alright?” she asks curiously. “You look… preoccupied.”
I’m mentally undressing and fucking her, so damn right I’m preoccupied.
I nod and jerk my head to the water’s edge, where a small private ferry waits to take us to the island. “Takin’ a ferry to the island.”
“Which island?”
“No more questions.”
Though she clamps her mouth shut, I don’t miss the way her eyes briefly flash at me.
“You’ve got a problem with that?”
Wide, innocent eyes meet mine. “Of course not, husband. I hear and obey, as we’ve already established. I took vows, and I meant them. Whatever gave you the impression otherwise?”
I narrow my eyes at her. “Hmm. Not sure. Could it be the attitude? I came here to fuck you, but maybe a good, hard spanking is the foreplay we need first.”
I take her by the elbow to escort her to the ferry. I expect she’ll behave herself now, at least for a little while, but I’m mistaken. Either she wants to call my bluff, or a part of her wants that spanking.
“Who knew getting fucked or spanked was part of our arrangement,” she mutters sarcastically.
“You knew, sweetheart,” I say pleasantly, as we take our seats on the ferry.
“So you’ll punish me like I’m a child?” she asks, her cheeks flushed but her eyes dancing. Kinky little hellion.
I cluck my tongue and shake my head. “You heard me.”
“I’m your wife,” she responds.
“Well aware.”
The same woman who nearly clapped her hands at cheesecake and had her entire staff wrapped around her finger in minutes pouts, actually pouts, on the way home, complete with arms wrapped over her chest and her lower lip sticking out.
“Pouting won’t be allowed either.”
She only glowers at me.
Well, if this isn’t damn convenient. I knew I needed to train her, train her well, and train her fast, but she’s making it a lot easier for me than I expected.
“Really, now,” I say to her thoughtfully as the ferry begins the fairly quick jaunt to our private island. “There’s no way your brothers put up with behavior like this.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Well. We could ask Romeo ourselves, now, couldn’t we?” I say thoughtfully, pulling out my phone. That gets her attention.
“Salvatore,” she says, sobering. “You wouldn’t!”
I narrow my eyes at her. “Just what I thought then. You’re more afraid of a call to your brother than you are of my belt across your ass. We’ll have to fix that.”
That will change, and quickly.
I ignore her wide-eyed look of panic.
My dick lengthens. Fuck it, I need this ferry to move faster.
“Come here, Marialena.” I sit on one of the plush seats and gesture for her to come to me.
“And if I don’t, will you spank me?” she challenges.
“Yes.”
Though she rolls her eyes, her cheeks heat with a pink flush, and she flounces over to me. As soon as she’s within arm’s reach, I yank her down onto my knee.
“Now, what is it,” I say almost thoughtfully as I spin her around to look at me. “Do you want to know if I really mean it? Or is it possible you want a spanking? Maybe both.”