Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
The irony is striking.
“I don’t want this,” I say, trying to pull the ring off, my heart racing, blood pounding against my ears.
He captures my hands to stop me. “It’s my ring, Ophelia. Your ring now. You’ll wear it.”
“This isn’t real, Silas. It’s a means to an end. I don’t want your lies and I don’t want your ring!” I manage to pull free and tug the ring off at the same time. I throw it at him, clutching my towel that is nearly slipping off me.
He captures the ring mid-air, and, glaring, closes the little bit of space I’d managed to put between us. He takes hold of me roughly, his hand swallowing mine as he tries to pry my fingers open.
“You’ll fucking wear it.”
“I fucking will not!”
His turquoise eyes, eerily bright in this dim light, lock on mine. He sets one hand against my stomach and walks me backward until my back hits the wall. He slaps the ring down onto the writing desk beside us. I jump. I’m barely hanging on to the towel and a moment later, that’s gone. I’m naked and trapped by this man, my husband. My fucking husband.
“You are my wife. You will wear my ring. Period. The end.” He leans closer, eyebrows furrowed together. “And as far as this being real, let me show you once and for all just how real it is.”
I open my mouth to protest, but before I can get a word out, he smashes his lips over mine, kissing me hard. His hand comes to the top of my head, and I feel the tug of hair caught in the teeth of the clip he breaks off. He draws back, and we both gasp for breath before he weaves his fingers into my hair and grips tight, tugging my head backward for better access to my mouth.
I kiss him, too, my teeth cutting. He moans into my mouth as he slides his free hand to cup my ass and squeeze. When I taste the metallic tang of his blood, he draws back, hand still fisted in my hair, panting against my mouth.
“Real yet?” he asks and spins me around, bending me over the desk, the ring digging into my pelvic bone. He keeps me pinned, my cheek against the cool expanse of wood.
“Not real!” I spit as I try to get my hands around his forearm to force him off.
From the corner of my eye, I watch as he undoes the top buttons of his shirt. I hear the rest pop as he rips it off, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside.
“No?” he asks, kicking my legs apart and shifting his grip to my ass. He crouches down behind me and splays me open. I grip the edges of the desk and arch my back when he closes the whole of his mouth over my pussy. The tip of his tongue tickles my clit before dipping inside me. Before sliding the length of me up to my asshole and circling the tight ring.
I suck in a ragged breath.
“Because you taste pretty fucking real to me,” he says, then draws back and bites a butt cheek. Hard.
“Ow! Fuck you!”
He straightens, slaps my ass with a chuckle. “And you feel pretty damn real.” He spanks again, pressing the flat of his hand into my lower back and forcing me to arch up. “You have an ass made to be spanked, you know that?” He proceeds to do just that.
“You fucking asshole!” I wriggle to get away, but he leans over me, digs his nails into my ass cheeks and brings his mouth to the curve of my neck. He bites again. It’s not hard this time, and it’s not painful. It’s worse than that because it feels good and the involuntary sound I make lets him know it.
“Be still, wife,” he says, tongue licking the shell of my ear. “So I can bury my face in your pussy and properly eat what is mine.”
I’m panting for breath, and I want to say it’s his hands on my ass that have me trapped, that have my legs spread wide, and me up on tiptoe arching back into his face because fuck. Fuck. It feels so good. His mouth, his tongue, his hot breath as he devours me, it feels too fucking good, and I hate him for it.
I tell him as much, digging my nails into my palms to stop myself from coming because I’m close. I’m so close.
“Now now,” he says, stopping seconds before I climax. I groan and he straightens, air cold where his warm tongue was. He spanks me again. “Don’t come just yet, wife, not until my cock is deep inside your cunt.”
He takes me by my hair and pulls me upright, turning me to face him and kissing me hard on the mouth, his face wet with me. I taste myself on him, and I find myself kissing him back.