Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
He pulled her off the counter, spun her around, pressed her hands to the counter, and she felt the hard ridge of his cock at her core. Inch by glorious inch, he sank inside her, his hands on her hips then sliding up to cup her tits. “Fuck, Callie, I love you. I’ve missed you so fucking much. You’re not going to regret this. Not ever. You’re mine. All mine.”
He pounded inside her pussy. He kept moving from her tits to her hips, and Callie thrust back against him, wanting him balls deep inside her. She had missed him as well. There was so much she’d missed and she didn’t want to waste another moment. Did it make her weak? Probably, but it hurt to be away from him. It hurt to try to hate him.
He kissed her neck and she cried out. “I’m going to come.”
He grabbed her hips and slammed in repeatedly, until she felt the kick of his cock as it slid in one final time, and his cum spilled inside her. It didn’t matter. She was already pregnant.
“You didn’t answer me,” Ruin said, panting.
“Huh?”
“Will you marry me?”
Callie turned her head to look at him. He stroked her hair out of the way and then kissed her lips.
“Yes,” she said. She thought she had said yes, but then the sex had been mind-blowing. “Promise me you won’t ever take a job to kill me again?”
He chuckled. “I won’t.”
He wrapped his arms around her, and Callie didn’t care that she had fallen into his arms, fallen in love with the Bogeyman. This felt right, this was true, it was real, and no one was going to take that away from her.
****
Six Months Later
Ruin stood behind his wife as she screamed. All he wanted to do was draw his gun and shoot everyone for not dealing with her pain. They had planned for her to have a nice, at-home birth, only he’d insisted they go to the fucking knitting group. Callie had complained about feeling pains in the base of her spine, and aching. He’d suggested knitting. She loved to knit. Their little girl already had an entire winter wardrobe for all the knitting Callie had done.
“That’s it, Mrs. Lawson, push.”
Ruin refused to allow his wife to be named after his childhood name. So, he’d taken her name. He was now Ruin Lawson. A man who existed in the world. Of course, to those that looked into him, they would see a man who dealt in security. They did not know he was still and would always be the Bogeyman.
“I am pushing.” Callie collapsed to the bed. “I can’t. I can’t do it. I’m not strong enough. It hurts.”
She wasn’t meant to hurt. They had agreed on a potential caesarean for the birth, but Callie had wanted to go as natural as possible, with a little help from some pain medication. Their doctor had come up with a plan. Everything had been going fine. Until her water broke in the park and the time to get her that lovely medication had come to a crashing halt as his impatient little girl wanted out into the real world. He’d been preparing for their daughter’s arrival for six months.
He and Callie had gotten married in a small ceremony. Much to Callie’s surprise, the knitting group had been there, as had Aldo Giordano and several men Ruin had known. It had certainly been an interesting ceremony and reception. After their wedding, he’d taken Callie to his private island for a month, where they enjoyed each other, the sun, the ocean, and sex. They had made up with all the sex they’d been enjoying.
When they came back home, Callie had quit work. Actually, she had gone to work and he’d gone to collect her, told her boss she quit, and took her away. She was now attempting to do something with regard to her knitting. She refused to do nothing but be his wife. She was more than just his wife, not that she believed it. She was his soulmate. His reason for living. His reason for everything.
“I’ve got you, baby. Like we practiced.” He held onto her hands. She had already squeezed them to within an inch of his life, but he waited for her to do the same again.
She held his hands, took a deep breath, and then he nodded at the doctor, telling him to get ready. He couldn’t shoot everyone in the room. That was all he wanted to do—kill everyone, maim them all. Callie wasn’t supposed to feel any kind of pain.
She was feeling pain and he would hurt everyone involved. Ruin knew he would have to start with himself. He’d gotten Callie pregnant. He’d not been cautious with her. No, he’d come inside her, time and time again. Her pussy was so fucking perfect. There was no way he wanted anything between them. Her sweet, tight cunt was heaven. And now she was suffering from all the pleasure.