Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 47626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
“An hour ago, we were sent surveillance footage of this.” She slides the photos across the table. Reaching for them, I am not sure what I am looking at other than a few overweight men walking out of a 747. It’s not until I get a close up of one of them that it clicks.
“When?” I growl, balling the photo up in my hand. My mind is racing, the blood in my body rushing to my brain and chest all at once. My legs begin to shake under the table, and I feel an electric shock running through my veins. “I said when?” My teeth are gnashing together, and my vision is becoming sharper.
“Last night.”
“Last night!” I shout, jumping out of the chair sending it flying backwards across the room. “What the fuck. We should have been notified the minute he left Cuba.” The photo is of my angel’s father and the man she was sold too, getting off a plane in Miami.
“I agree and that has been dealt with. But we have a bigger problem.” Yeah, we don’t know where he is, and I don’t know where my wife is and right now I can’t sit and have a conversation about bullshit we can do fuck all about now.
“I have to find Satine,” I say, panicking and walking out.
“She’s home, Cain. She got there about a half hour ago.” Some of the tension leaves but it won’t all, until I see her for myself. “Go. See for yourself then come back here. We need a plan. We both know this won't end in peace.”
I must go on autopilot because I don’t remember getting in the car, or riding through the gates to the back toward my house. I don’t even remember getting out of the car and running through the front door. But, all of that must have happened because I am holding her in my arms right now, eyes squeezed shut so fucking thankful.
“Larabee, I’m sorry. I know I…” I shush her with my mouth on hers because right now, I just need to have a moment of peace before I unleash.
“Fuck, angel. You scared the living shit out of me for a whole fucking day, Satine.” I say into her mouth finally beginning to replace all of the emotions.
“I know. I forgot to bring it up yesterday and then by the time I realized it Lily was here and…”
“And you decided ‘oh well. Who cares what my husband said. I do what I want.’’ With a dying phone no less, huh? Is that what you said to yourself?” My voice is harsh and gritty. It is filled with relief yes, but also anger and a ferocious call from inside of me to claim her again, but to remind her who is in charge and what happens when I am disobeyed.
“No, I-I would never…” She recognizes the danger she is in and begins to back away. I stalk her, movement for movement, slowly unbuckling my belt. I have no intention of hitting her with it. I would rather rip my own heart out than to strike her with an object, but the fear in her eyes at the error she made today, well that makes my cock ache.
“Don’t move another foot, Satine.” I whip my belt off and let it hang from my hand. It is not lost on me the anxiety just seeing it as a threat. “Strip,” I command her. She looks at me unsure for a moment before she begins removing her clothes. My body begins to hum at her obedience, her eagerness to do as she is told, even if for one day she didn’t.
“Larabee.” She calls my name and looks to me for approval. My gaze sweeps up and down her body, lingering on the swell of her tits that have gotten rounder and lusher. I slither my way down her body, salivating over her hips that are widening with each passing day, preparing itself to grow and carry my sons and daughters.
Before me she stands, naked, vulnerable, so fucking gorgeous and all mine. “Get on your knees, angel. Get on your knees and open your mouth.” My heart moves in rapid beats watching her fall to her knees like an obedient, good girl. Her eyes grow heavy when her chest expands with her rapidly changing breaths as she takes in my cock. Fuck it’s heady shit watching your woman ache for what only you can give her. I rub her cheek for a moment, giving her the praise she needs. “Such a good girl,” I tell her, growling and licking my lips. Her eyes flash defiance for a second because she can hear the sarcasm since today she proved she is a disobedient bitch.
I steady my eyes between her legs, that valley that has launched a million wars. I can see the shiny dew coating her thighs and normally, I would feast on the glaze, rub my face in it and bring her to the brink over and over, but this is not for her enjoyment. No. She didn’t earn it.