Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
This, she found herself thinking once again.
This, oh, this...
She had thought such things only happened in movies, but her beautiful husband had obviously proven her wrong, and oh, oh, oh...
His tongue had slid past her throbbing folds in one deep, forceful stroke, and mindless pleasure consumed her from that point. Her nails scraped the leather cushion against her as his tongue thrust in and out of her molten core. Her body arched over and over, but the fire inside of her only burned hotter. She pushed herself up to her elbows. Desperately wrestled with the layers of silk until they were all bunched around her waist, and oh, finally.
She could finally see her husband between her legs, and oh, oh, oh.
She had thought she could handle watching him devour her with his passion.
But she could not.
Oh, for her to see him tasting her while feeling his tongue stab her again and again—-
It was just too, too much.
And she shattered with a small, incoherent cry, her entire body shuddering in the force of her heart-pounding orgasm.
But still, he did not stop.
Again and again, his tongue tasted her, pierced her, and claimed her.
And by doing so, Lukas had also proved himself wrong.
Betsy had already passed out in pleasure, but he had yet to possess her as a man would his wife.
Chapter Sixteen
BETSY HAD NEVER THOUGHT of herself as shy. But it was what she ended up feeling as soon as she regained consciousness and remembered why and how she had passed out in the first place.
I can't believe that just happened!
A prude was another thing she had never considered herself to be, but when she thought of how her husband's chauffeur just had to know what they were doing in the backseat—-
I can't believe that just happened!
Betsy jumped out of the limo as soon as it slid to a stop, but her vague and admittedly silly plans of escape were immediately thwarted when the very source of her embarrassment insisted on accompanying her.
"You could just wait in the car," she ventured hopefully.
"I could," her billionaire husband acknowledged as he slowed down to match his long-legged pace with hers. "But I prefer otherwise."
And so it came to be, with Betsy ending up walking by her husband's side, and while she wished she could just savor the reality of being Lukas' wife—-
I can't believe I'm married to him!
—-this proved impossible since every step Betsy took was a tortuous reminder that she was in public sans her underwear, and making things a thousand times worse was how everyone they walked past ended up staring.
And why wouldn't they, Betsy thought ruefully. Aside from the fact that she was still in her wedding gown, Lukas in his dashing white tux was also literally causing traffic because of his sheer gorgeousness.
Betsy tried not to squirm when a lucky photographer passing by immediately snapped photos of her and Lukas. That she hadn't anything under her gown shouldn't be obvious. Right?
D's daycare was already up ahead, and Betsy determinedly pushed all such worries aside.
Elsa from 6/F had recommended the place for its "impeccable" understanding of what rich families needed, and Betsy realized this was true when the reception staff behind the granite counter greeted them as if it was completely normal for mothers to pick their children up in their wedding gowns.
"Welcome back, Ms. Lark."
Lukas curled an arm around his wife's waist upon hearing this. "It's Mrs. Tsaldaris now."
The other woman smiled. "My sincerest apologies, and our warmest congratulations to both of you, Mr. and Mrs. Tsaldaris."
Betsy couldn't help flushing with pleasure. "T-Thanks." It still felt surreal to hear people refer to her as Lukas' wife.
The staff led them to a private waiting room while another attendant went to check if D was already up from his nap. Betsy turned to Lukas when they were alone, but her husband beat her to speaking.
"I think they know," he said abruptly.
"Know what?"
"About what you're not wearing."
Betsy's mind went blank with panic, and she was about to start hyperventilating when she caught sight of Lukas' gleaming dark eyes.
"Has anyone ever told you you're mean?" Betsy cried out.
"Not to my knowledge."
"Yeah right!"
"I've been called 'evil', 'ruthless', and a 'heartless' bastard—-"
He had to be joking. Right?
"But 'mean'? Not that I recall."
Betsy bit her lip hard. He had to be playing with her sympathies. Right?
Silence stretched between them.
Oh no.
What if he hadn't been lying? What if it was the truth? How could those people be so, well, mean?
Lukas' lips pressed together in a straight line when his wife started shifting on her feet in obvious discomfort.
"I..."
"—-was kidding," Lukas finished pleasantly.
For one moment, Betsy could only stare at her husband in absolute shock. Had he just pranked her?
"You—-"
A sliver of memory flashed in Lukas' mind as he watched his wife's expression turn combatant.
If she is truly the one for you, everything you thought you knew will change.