Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
My hands go to his jeans, and I unzip them, needing him right here and right now. I need a reminder that I’m his. “Show me.” My voice is desperate, my hands needy. I don’t know why I need the reassurance. I’m his wife and carrying his children, but that’s not enough. Tyson was right. He’s trained me to be his whore, and I need that from him. Before tonight, it had been days since he’s fucked me. I thought I was going to die and that I’d never see him again. And after everything I’ve learned tonight, I need him. “Show me that you choose me.”
He growls into my mouth when I reach into his boxers and pull out his dick. He’s as hard as I am wet. “Lie back,” he murmurs against my lips.
Taking in a shaky breath, I lie back onto the cold Lords’ table that once held the dagger he cut me with and our candles. He lifts my already shaking legs over his shoulders as a flash of lightning outside illuminates the Cathedral. His eyes are on mine when he pushes into me, making me cry out as he stretches me. No foreplay, we don’t have time for that.
He wraps an arm around my thighs, holding them together, and he starts to thrust harder, making the Cathedral fill with my moans and cries.
My back slides against the table, my hands going to my hair, and I tighten my fingers around the strands, pulling to the point my scalp stings. “Oh God…” My voice trails off as the sound of our bodies slapping fills the large space.
I’m breathing heavily, body already shaking with anticipation when he pulls out, and I sag on the table. He grabs my ass, yanks me off, and spins me around, pinning my hips against the side of it.
Wrapping a hand in my hair, he yanks my head back as he slides into me, spreading my soaked pussy, and a whimper escapes my lips when his piercings hit just the right spot from this position.
He leans over my back, and I hear his heavy breathing in my ear. “Say your vows, little darling,” he orders roughly. “Remind me that you belong to me.”
“I vow.” I manage to get out as my hips hit the Lords’ table. My hands reach out in front of me, needing to hang on to something, but there’s nothing there, so I slap them on the surface.
“You vow,” he growls before his teeth sink into my neck, making my breath hitch and my body break out in goose bumps.
“We vow,” we both say, and my eyes fall closed as his free hand wraps around my waist and holds me tightly as the ground comes out from underneath me.
We’re in his car, the light from the dash illuminating the inside. It’s still dark outside. Looking at his clock, it shows a little past four in the morning. The rain hasn’t stopped, but it’s now a steady drizzle.
“Guess we’re not going home?” I wonder when I realize the direction we’re heading.
“Sorry, little darling. We’ve got to go back to Carnage.”
“How long do we have to hide out there?”
He lets out a long sigh, letting me know I won’t like the answer. Reaching over, he grabs my hand, interlocking our fingers and placing them on my leg. “Bleed On Me” softly plays by Daniel Seavey.
My eyes fall to them, and I see the red diamond on my finger. It’s as red as the blood that still covers him from Luke and Miller. “Did Luke have my ring?” I ask.
“Whitney did.”
My teeth grind. “Why the fuck did she have my ring?”
“The only thing I can think of was she removed it while you were in the hospital.”
“The Spade brothers are going to kill her,” I say, and I’m not really sure how I feel about it. Like, I’m not upset, but should I be? My sister who I loved let me think she was dead for the last three years. She tried to hurt me. She knew I was married to Tyson and had no intentions of telling him where I was or how to help me. I would have never done that to her.
“When they get the information they want,” he agrees.
“Do you believe her? I mean, how would she even know who Ashtyn is, let alone where she is?” They weren’t the same age. If I remember correctly, Ashtyn was a little older. I knew all of my sister’s friends, and I don’t remember her even mentioning Ashtyn. I only know the name because of Saint. But then again, Bethany acted like she knew Whitney, and I had never met her before either. “I thought Ashtyn was dead,” I say, and give a rough laugh. “Apparently, no one really dies.”
“She was supposed to be,” he says.