Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Then of course, I love her face, her eyes. Charlotte has a way of holding back her emotions, of hiding them, but not with me, not in the last couple of weeks. Oh, fuck me, I completely forgot that it had been two fucking weeks. We’d been on our honeymoon for two fucking weeks. I’d called Ivan once during the whole fourteen days.
Charlotte had known I was getting testy about not knowing what was going on in my territory, and she insisted I talk to him. I had, and Ivan’s response was everything was fine, all I had to do was enjoy my honeymoon and my wife.
As for Charlotte, she was an easy woman to please.
Between the game room, the movie room, the bedroom, and exploring the grounds, she seemed perfectly content.
Thinking about her and her past, it didn’t take a genius to realize that Charlotte loved human interaction more than anything else. She’d gotten close to Michael the chef, when she first came to my house, and they did seem like friends now, as if they’d known each other for years. Even the staff liked her and my men. I didn’t have a problem with any of them liking her. It meant they would all do what was necessary to protect her and she had to be protected.
Before letting her go, I hold her close to me.
When I thought about my enemies, I couldn’t help but feel a little panic at the thought of them realizing I now had a weakness. No one could ever know. Not even Ivan.
Our stomachs grumbled for a second time, and I helped Charlotte as she eased off me. Reaching down, I grab her panties and help her step into them. As she does, I see some of my cum spilling out of her pussy, but I don’t wipe it up. I use her panties, cupping them in my palm, and pressing them against her cunt.
“That stays inside you.”
Charlotte groaned. “Why do you have to say those kinds of things?” she asked.
“Because I want to.”
I would have loved to see my cum spilling out of her pussy, and taking the time to push every single drop back inside her. My pussy. My woman. All fucking mine.
But, I don’t. I get to my feet, fix her dress into place, and then wrap my arms around her, pulling her in close.
“Tell me when you want to head back to the city.”
“Are you getting bored?” Charlotte asked.
“Not at all.”
She giggled. “You keep asking me that, but why would I want to leave here? It’s perfect.”
I know there’s a lot she’s not telling me. Her father did a number on her, and from time to time, I’ll say something, and she will explain what happened. The other night I’d been stroking her back, and one of the scars on her back is a little more ridged than the last. That night I found out that Cassie had called Social Services about what was happening, but their father believed it had been Charlotte, so he beat her.
It didn’t come as a surprise to me, the power that the Evil Savages MC had, that no one would believe them, or they were too afraid to go against Demon.
“Then this is where we’re going to stay,” I said.
I kiss her lips and help her into her chair. The fruit doesn’t look quite as crisp or as cold as when it first arrived. My staff know when not to disturb me and seeing this was my honeymoon, they had kept fucking clear of the dining room. I’d have been pissed and had no choice but to punish anyone who interrupted me while I fucked my wife.
Charlotte picked up her fork and pierced some peach. I watch as she takes a bite. Her eyes closed for a few seconds as she enjoyed the taste.
“This is good. I don’t know how Michael does it.”
“He cuts up fruit,” I said.
“I know, but he has to pick the right fruit. It tastes like fruit. I’ve eaten some in the past that taste like nothing but water. So gross.” She wrinkled her nose.
I was about to respond when the sound of the doorbell rang out. I tensed up.
“What’s the matter?” Charlotte asked.
“Stay here.” I don’t have guests.
No one ever knocks or rings my fucking doorbell. I want to enjoy breakfast with my wife. Getting to my feet, I enter the main hallway as Hubert opened the door, and Ivan saunters in with a big smile on his lips.
“Good morning, Hubert.”
He turned toward me, and then the smile widened.
“Ah, one of my many favorite people in the world.” Ivan stepped up to me and shook my hand.
I’d left the door open, and of course he saw Charlotte enjoying her breakfast. I guess today’s plans of taking her out into the gardens and making love surrounded by flowers, was now out of the question.