Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Lucky for them, Kyr thought. Even though he still had half a mind to have the women serving them until the end of the flight, Kyr knew it would only make his wife uncomfortable and so he dismissed the socialites with a curt nod, saying in an exaggeratedly polite tone, “Please get the fuck out of here.”
They didn’t need to be asked twice.
When they were alone, Kyr met Pollyanna’s stunned gaze calmly. “You didn’t really think I’d let them get away just like that?”
Another blowfish look.
It had him impatient, exasperated, and more than anything else, aroused, and he yanked her to him, making Pollyanna gasp in shock as she stumbled against his chest.
He kissed her hard, muttering against her lips, “I will never let anyone hurt you.”
“I know.” She kissed him back sweetly, and cupping his face, she placed whisper-soft kisses on his cheeks, his nose, his jawline—-
“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing.”
She stopped what she was doing, giving him an innocent look as she asked, “What am I doing?”
“I’ve seen you do this countless times to the twins when they feel frustrated.”
Her blue eyes blinked up at him. “So you are frustrated?”
He expelled his breath in a hiss. “You know I still want to kill them—-”
She shook her head hastily. “Please don’t. It would be silly if you go to jail because of them.” He suddenly took her hands, and her heart skipped a beat and another when he pressed his lips to them.
“The day I married you, I swore to myself to make you the happiest girl on earth,” he muttered roughly.
“And I am,” she said emphatically, unable to understand why he wouldn’t think she was.
He shook his head. “Making you happy means not letting anything hurt you, and...” His jaw clenched. “I only realized now, after listening to those bitches talk...I never thought to ask you. Are you happy with your life now?” His grip on her hands tightened as he bit out, “You may be a billionaire’s wife, but what they said was true. What all the tabloids have pointed out is true. I’ve never taken you anywhere, and the kids have tied you down—-”
Pulling her hands out of his hold, she placed one finger on his lips. “Stop.”
He stilled.
“I love my life. I love the twins, and I love you.”
And goddammit, even after three years of marriage, those stars in her eyes were still shining brightly than ever.
Need burned hot and demanding inside of Kyr, and without a word, he walked towards the main door of the lounge and locked it. He went to the CCTV camera and pointed it downwards. When he walked back to her, she gasped, having realized what he was about to do.
“The kids,” she protested.
“Are too busy playing,” he finished, not stopping his stride.
She continued backing away. “But the staff will know—-”
But Kyr only shrugged. “You gave birth to my twins, psaraki. Surely you didn’t think the whole world believes the storks gave them to us?”
Pollyanna turned red. “But it’s not—-” She couldn’t speak anymore, her husband having taken her mouth hungrily.
“I want you now,” he bit out just before spinning her and gently but firmly pushing her down.
Dazed, Pollyanna found herself bent over a desk while her husband pushed her skirt up.
Oh. Dear. Lord.
Was this really happening—-
She couldn’t help whimpering as she felt her husband’s large, strong hands running down her legs while pulling her panties down. Oh. Dear. It was really—-
“Ah.” She couldn’t help moaning, her legs tensing as she felt the head of his cock nudge at her already slick opening.
And then it was going inside, and all she could do was close her eyes and let her husband take her, like they both knew she wanted. He cupped her breasts from behind, playing with her nipples as he pounded into her, and she could only clutch at the desk, her body helpless and wanton against the raw force of his desire.
His hard breathing made her toes curl, and when he leaned close to bite her ear, she arched in shock, the blazing pleasure making her head whirl. “Kyr,” she gasped. Her eyes closed as his thrusts became wilder. “Oh, Kyr!” Her orgasm came out of nowhere, and she cried out, her body shuddering.
Pollyanna’s pleasure triggered his, and with a rough groan, he thrust hard into his wife, holding to her tightly as he spilled his seed inside of her. Even as the last tremors of their climax faded, he stayed inside her, his semi-erect cock still throbbing.
Behind Pollyanna, her husband’s breath fanned her hair, as if he was inhaling her scent. She closed her eyes as she felt his lips graze her neck and she couldn’t help smiling a little when she felt the nip of his teeth on her shoulder, as if marking her as his territory.