Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 24436 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24436 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Her head swam at the pictures his words painted, and she was barely aware of the wetness trickling down her inner thighs.
"And one day, you'll do all those things. For me."
Yes, oh yes.
"But for now..."
She only realized what he had planned to do when he had her suddenly lying flat on her back on the wooden deck, her legs dangling over the edge, and Ryu was still in the Jacuzzi as he inhaled the scent of her womanhood before nuzzling her wet folds with his mouth.
Aaaaaah.
Embarrassment swallowed her alive even as pleasure had her writhing even more uncontrollably. She gripped his hair and tried yanking his head away, but this only made him chuckle against her throbbing flesh.
"R-Ryu!"
She ended up crying his name out as he suddenly thrust his tongue inside of her.
It took only several deep strokes for her body to start convulsing, and it was while pleasure was still rocking her body that Summerine vaguely felt him moving up and...aaaaah.
Her husband had entered her with one smooth, deep thrust, his engorged length claiming her virginity with a flash of pain that had her gasping and buckling.
I'm...his.
It was Summerine's last semi-coherent thought before passion completely took over, and the way her husband plunged inside of her again and again had her clinging helplessly to his massive shoulders.
He was pounding into her harder and faster with every thrust.
Just so much harder and faster that Summerine felt as if he was about to rip her apart in the most exquisite way possible.
"R-Ryu..."
His mouth then latched to her breast, and an incoherent cry rose out of her throat as Ryu began to suckle her nipple while relentlessly driving his length in and out of her.
Something inside of Summerine started to tighten, and she knew it was the same for him, too, when his thrusts became wilder and rougher until...finally, oh, finally.
Her body arched helplessly against his as they came at the same time, his seed flooding her womanhood, and all she could do was sob his name out.
Ryu.
Ryu.
Ryu.
She was only starting to float back into reality when she heard a splash of water. Ryu was back in the Jacuzzi, and then he was pulling her down with him, and...aaaah.
She could only hold on to the edges of the wooden deck as her husband entered her from behind. It felt as if he was able to thrust deeper into her with this new position, and every plunging stroke had her crying his name out.
Ryu.
Ryu.
Ryu.
Her belly started to tighten in pleasure, but a part of her wanted it to last.
Please, please, please.
But when her husband reached around her body to start playing with her clit, and the flicks of his finger were timed perfectly with his pounding thrusts—-
Aaaaaaaah.
Summerine was back in bed when she woke. She stirred to her side when she heard the door of the en-suite open. It was her husband, already fully dressed, and he was on the phone.
"Hello, darling."
Her eyes squeezed shut.
"I'll be there as soon as I can."
And stayed shut even as she felt her husband press his lips to her forehead before leaving.
Why wasn't she enough for him?
The Other Man
SUMMERINE WAITED UNTIL she heard her husband driving away before jumping out of bed. This act alone had her swaying and feeling woozy, but Summerine forced herself to push through with her plans.
Leaving one's husband while still recovering from the flu was obviously not the wisest thing to do, but neither could she imagine herself staying a second longer. She just couldn't bear the idea of having to share him. And so the sooner she was out of his life, the better.
(You can get yourself killed for this, you know.)
I know.
But you also know if I don't leave, this marriage will kill me—-
(Aren't you being dramatic?)
—-one betrayal at a time.
So either help me or go away.
Summerine no longer heard back from her Inner Troll after that, and she supposed that was her answer right there.
She switched her phone off before using one of the secret doors to get all the way to the back of the house, and...
Oh.
Okay.
Wow.
Escaping her gilded prison of mirrors turned out to be a lot easier than she imagined. All fourteen of her bodyguards were nowhere to be found as Summerine made her escape. The perimeter walls were a good ten feet in height, but thankfully, she knew how her husband's mind worked by now, and so she slowly ran her hands over the rough surface, one concrete block at a time until...aha!
Something vibrated under her hand as a hidden panel revealed itself. A scan of her fingerprints was all it took to unlock yet another secret door, and just like that, she was out of her husband's home...and on her way to freedom.
(So why have you started to cry?)
Something got in my eye, okay.
It's not too late to turn back.