Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
My chef is preparing dinner as we speak and Grigor says Tomas is more than ready to see his sister.
“I am hungry. Can we?”
“Yes, lyubov moya. However, I will be a bit late to dinner because I have a meeting to attend, but I won’t be too long, okay?” I kiss her frown until I find myself pinning her under me, rubbing my length along her folds, ready to take her again. With her, I’m always aroused even after I’ve just spent myself. We are going to have a house full of little ones quite soon.
Grunting, I push my upper body off her, but she hooks her legs around mine. “Daniella, you’re so beautiful and irresistible, but we must rise.”
“Fine. Although you’re already up,” she says, rubbing her pussy on me. Slamming my eyes shut, I attempt to gain control of the lust flooding my brain.
“Get your pretty ass dressed so your brother isn’t waiting too long for you. If you’re a good girl, I’ll eat your pussy for dessert. If you’re a bad girl, you’ll be deep throating me before I bend you over and breed you from behind,” I threaten her.
That gets her to loosen her hold on my legs. “Well, that’s not much incentive to behave.” She smiles up at me before rolling over, showing her round, pale ass cheeks that have slight bruises where my fingers have been. Growling, I grip one of those plump globes firmly before giving it a hard swat. “Ouch.” She turns her head up and does her best scowl, but I’m starting to see that she’s not at all bothered by me getting rough.
“Behave,” I warn her.
“I didn’t do anything.”
“Little liar.” A slow mischievous smile creeps over her face and then she turns around showing me her perfect tits with my fucking mark on them. Her hand runs down the plains of flat stomach that one day will carry our sons and leads straight to her sticky core.
“Don’t touch it.”
“Why not?”
“Because it's mine .”
“It’s actually mine.”
“No the fuck it’s not, Daniella. I thought I made that clear in my office. You’re mine and that means it belongs to me and I don’t like anyone touching what’s mine.”
“Well that’s not fair.”
“That’s tough. You’re going to have to get used to it. I want that pussy nice and ready for me when dinner’s over so I can sink into your sopping wet heat and drive deep until you’re squirting on my cock, so be a good girl and don’t play with my cunt.”
“Yes, Sir,” she answers so fucking meekly.
“Fucking, Daniella.” I grab my dick and fist the fucker to stop it from leaking cum onto the sheets. “See what the fuck you’re doing.” I storm off knowing that I’m marrying a woman with the power to drive me insane. I wash up and head into the closet through the bathroom entrance so that I don’t see her naked ass again.
Twenty minutes later, I’m dressed and in our bedroom to say goodbye and head down to my meeting. I steal a quick kiss on her forehead because her lips are dangerous. “Get in the shower, and then go downstairs to see your brother. Remember to wear something appropriate or I’ll keep your ass locked up indefinitely.”
“Yes, Sir.” This time she gives me a mock salute as I walk out the door.
I walk to the nearest guard on the floor, “Ivan, stand guard, but do not enter for no damn reason. Please escort her down to the dining room when she’s ready.” He nods and walks over while I head down to meet with Grigor in my office.
“Care for a drink?”
“Sure.” I pour him one and myself. This isn’t like this morning because I’m far from pissed. “What a difference a few hours make.” I hand him the glass and sit in my chair.
“It sure does.” I roll the bottom edge of my glass in a slow circle on the desk. “How are things going with the boy?” It’s a question I’ve asked over the past couple of days, but now I really care because I want to make sure my wife is going to be happy.
“Good. He’s not going to be much trouble. He understands that you will not harm his sister, and as long as she’s happy, he doesn’t give a shit that his father is gone.” He guzzles down his glass in one large gulp.
“Have you asked him about their household?” It’s a question that I want more answers on. The private shit that most people wouldn’t know about a family because people hide their family secrets, keep the dirty shit from the public.
“Yes. Well, the father wasn’t great to them and Daniella lived in constant fear of being abducted by one of the losers who came around or did business with her father.”