Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
But God, there was so much damn silence—-
And that was when he heard it.
The sounds of her footsteps—-
Daria was walking away.
That was it then, he thought dully.
Something hit the side of his head. What the fuck? Did this fucking crowd think he was a sitting duck and he was on knees for them? His eyes opened and he pulled his mask off.
And that was when he saw the bottle right in front of him.
A Gatorade fucking bottle.
A shadow fell over him, and as he looked up, Daria fell to her knees in front of him. She was smiling, but more than that, she was crying.
So many damn tears.
It fell on his hand as she reached for it and placed his hand on her face. “Time to turn you into a prince.” Tears choking her words, more tears falling down her face, and as he raised his other hand to cup her face and cover her mouth with his, more tears flavored their kiss, and they tasted like...love.
Epilogue
After securely tying the knot of her robe around her naked body, Daria walked determinedly towards Nik’s private stateroom, which housed his office on board. He had promised her he wouldn’t work during their honeymoon, and yet it was just the third day and he was already sneaking off.
Daria shook her head. Did he think she wouldn’t notice? She was his princess, duh. Of course she would notice everything he did and didn’t do.
Nik frowned when someone knocked on his door. “Who is it?” When no one answered, he stood up, and upon opening it, Daria launched herself into his arms and caught her mouth with his.
He had the presence of his mind to kick the door shut behind her but after that, he was no longer able to think. His hands had immediately slipped inside her silk robe, and his mind had shut down the moment he felt her breasts bare against his palms.
Pulling away, she leaned back against his arms and said, “I knew it!” His laptop was open on the table, its screen lit up. “I’m holding you hostage as punishment!”
Nik frowned, unable to comprehend a single word that his wife spoke. “Err...”
“You’ve been a very bad frog.”
He rolled his eyes, but his voice was mild as he said, “You have to lay that to rest.”
She ignored his words. She knew he was right. Nik looked and acted nothing like a frog. He was more a prince than she was a princess, but she didn’t want to think of that either.
“Anyway,” she said briskly, “as your punishment, I command you to give me...” She paused as she made calculations in her mind. “Umm, seven orgasms!” That should keep Nik busy and too tired to work after.
She kissed him right after, probably so Nik wouldn’t argue with her. Silly beautiful vixen, he thought. He would never argue with her about that.
After an indefinite time, he had her on the table, one leg dangling over the edge while he held the other one straight up by the ankle.
The position allowed Nik to thrust deeper into her, and she couldn’t help crying out with every thrust.
A thought occurred hazily to him, and he panted her name out to call her attention.
“W-what?” Her eyes were dazed with desire, most of her concentration focused on the way his cock plunged inside her body with such terrifyingly beautiful force.
“What was the hostage thing about?” he asked.
“I’m...holding you hostage...from work. That’s why you’re here all the time—-” She tried to scowl, but she ended up moaning louder at the way Nik suddenly rolled his hips and caused his cock to move a different way inside her.
“Oh God, Nik...”
He shuddered, her cries spurring him into a release, and he reached for her clit, rubbing it furiously so she would reach her climax the same time he did.
“Nik!” Her body curved up from the table as she came, and he followed her shortly, growling out his release while he poured all his seed into her.
When he found both his head and his voice, their earlier conversation returned to him, and Nik laughed.
Daria blinked drowsily at him. “What’s funny?”
“Don’t move, mm?” He left her on the table and went to where his laptop was. Careful to keep his naked body away from the screen, he clicked on the necessary buttons to switch off his camera but kept the audio on.
After turning the laptop towards the window, he went back to Daria and scooped her into his arms.
“Let me show you what I’m working on,” he told her.
She sighed. “Should I be worried that you’re working on our honeymoon?”
He didn’t bother to answer, only taking his seat before arranging her on his lap. He had her lying against him, her back against his chest, one leg dangled over each armrest.
He started playing with her breasts until her nipples pricked into life. When she started to moan, he took her hand and placed it between her legs, commanding her silently to play with herself.