Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
She chose to make this difficult, but with a little luck, I’ll soften some of her anger tonight.
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I get upstairs, stopping in the doorway to stare at Lina's soft silhouette in my bed. It feels as if an electric heat surrounds me and centers in my chest, and I realize how nice it is to see her there. She can fight this marriage all she wants, but she will be wearing my ring tomorrow. She will stay in my bed every night, even if I have to chain her to it.
I walk to the side of the bed, eyes roaming over her face, taking in the bruise under her cheek. Her eyes are highlighted by dark circles that stand out against her pale face. They are more prominent without her hiding them with makeup. My jaw aches as I grit my teeth. Anger courses through me. I can't wrap my mind around her father’s harsh treatment. Melina deserves the world, but that bastard only gives her pain and fear. I’m going to take great pleasure in killing him when the time comes.
Letting out a heavy sigh, I try to push the anger away. I quickly strip down until I'm only in my boxers. The anticipation of lying next to Lina is staggering. Fuck, I’ve missed her. I crawl into the bed carefully, not wanting to wake her. She looks damn good sleeping in my button-up, white shirt. I smile seeing her in it. It’s as if she’s submitting—realizing that she belongs to me and only me.
I inwardly groan as I pull back the covers to see the shirt has ridden up, showing off her white, lacy panties. They’re sexy as hell, but right now they are like an abomination. It’s as if they are trying to keep me from what is mine. Hunger and desire war with one another and what little control I have is snapped. Wisp thin, it takes one tug and minimal effort to rip the offending garment. Lina stirs but doesn't wake up as I toss the shredded fabric over my shoulder. Carefully getting into bed beside her, my hand roams over the curve of her hip until my fingers tease the flesh of her thighs.
I bite my lip, trying to steel myself to behave, but it seems I can't do that when it comes to Lina. I need to touch her—feel her. I want every last inch of her mapped out in my mind.
Teasing her with my fingers, I glide them over her soft flesh and down the valley between her thighs. Taking my time, I brush against the lips of her wet, and deliciously bare pussy. I gently press inside, searching out her clit, breathing in the scent of her arousal. The tempting little nub is throbbing beneath my touch. I circle around it, wanting to draw this out as long as I can. Before the temptation can become too much, I move so I can push my fingers inside. I begin by tracing her soft—fucking soaked—folds. Christ it feels so good, I don’t know how long I’m going to be able to hold back.
Melina stirs, but she doesn’t quite come awake. The thought of stuffing her tight little cunt full of my cock before she even wakes, turns me on so much that my cock is throbbing. Thank God, she’s wet and ready for me—more than ready.
I slide one finger deeper inside her as her legs fall open. Even in sleep, her body surrenders to give me what I want. When I add another Melina’s tight depths clamp down on them, trying to suck them deeper inside.
“Motherfucker,” I moan, my voice quiet but full of hunger and need. I sound like a fucking animal, but that’s exactly what she turns me into. Hell, my cock is killing me, tenting my boxers, and demanding to be set free.
I can’t wait any longer.
I shove my boxers down, getting rid of the offending article quickly. If I don’t get inside her, I might die. My desire for her is that staggering. I grunt as I line the head of my cock with her entrance. I slide it around her sweet juices and tease her clit to prolong the agony. The smell of her arousal surrounds me and now there can be no more holding back. I thrust inside her. I meant to take it slow, but that is beyond me now. Melina cries as I bottom out inside of her. She might have been asleep, but her pussy is clamping down on my cock, milking the bastard and it takes all I have not to come like a teenage boy getting his first taste of pussy.
Her tight honey-drenched walls stretch as her inner muscles flutter and pulsate around me. I begin rocking my hips, riding her as slow as I can handle, while I reach down and tease her clit. She bucks into me as her body starts to tense. Melina’s eyes snap open, meeting mine. A new gush of wetness greets the pads of my fingers as her legs tremble against the bed.