Total pages in book: 189
Estimated words: 178200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 891(@200wpm)___ 713(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 178200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 891(@200wpm)___ 713(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
When he released her, Damen said in a low hard voice, “Stop flirting with Morrison.”
Then stop talking to Alina, Mairi thought. But out loud, she only muttered, “I’m not flirting with him.” When Drake opened the door, Mairi hurriedly climbed off Damen’s lap and stepped out of the cab. Behind her, she heard Damen’s phone ring again and she stiffened, waiting to see if he would answer it or not.
He did.
“It’s still not a good time to talk—-”
Mairi turned to Drake, saying brightly, “I’m not really in the mood to stay home. How about we go out for coffee and talk some more about PP?” As she spoke, she felt Damen glaring at her from behind. And when she invited Drake out, Mairi heard Damen end the call in an angry mutter. A second later, Damen had hauled her to his side.
“If you want coffee,” he snarled, “I’ll buy you some and you can have them with me.” Without giving her a chance to speak, he practically carried her back inside their home and only managed a nod for the other man before taking his wife upstairs.
Mairi jumped when Damen slammed the bedroom door shut. Whirling around, she saw Damen stalking towards her. The look on his face had her eyes widening and taking a step back. “Damen—-”
“I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but if you think making me jealous of Morrison will make me let you go...”
Mairi gasped as Damen reached for her just to spin her around and tear her dress from behind. The cloth gave way with a loud rip. The sound was startlingly erotic in her ears, and her whimper was a mixture of fright and excitement as Damen pushed her to the wall.
“...that’s never going to happen.” Damen ripped her underwear next just before his body slammed against her from behind. Mairi bit back a moan as she found herself caged in hardness, her breasts pressing flat against the wall. She heard the sound of Damen unzipping himself and this time, she was unable to keep herself from moaning when Damen’s fully aroused cock rubbed against her buttocks. He was still fully clothed and she was naked except for a pair of stilettos, and imagining how they looked like made her moan again.
Damen took hold of Mairi’s wrists, pulling her arms up and chaining her wrists to the wall over her head with his grip. He was blinded with rage, fear, and jealousy. In his mind, he could still hear her talking to Morrison, still see her laughing with the other man. Had they been the same when they were in bed together?
The thought had him growling. “You’re mine, Mairi. No one can take you away from me. No one.” He didn’t give her a chance to answer, instead proving his claim as he slid his cock inside her. Both of them groaned as her wetness welcomed his penetration, and then he was thrusting in and out of her, his movements made deeper, harder, and wilder by Damen’s desire to keep Mairi at his side.
“Mine, Mairi. Mine.” He said the words as his cock pounded into her over and over, and she could only hold on to his fingers, feeling like her body was suspended in air and all that was keeping her steady was Damen’s sex.
Tears silently trailed down Mairi’s cheek even as her body became hotter and more sensitive with every thrust. Maybe...maybe if I keep him jealous all the time, Mairi thought, maybe he won’t have time for any other woman but me.
Damen’s free hand pushed between her body and the wall, reaching for her clit. She cried out when he started playing with the tiny bud of flesh, and when he gritted, “I want you to come hard now, Mairi,” she cried out in surrender, her body obeying the command of its master. Her orgasm had her screaming, and behind her Damen growled, his seed exploding out of his cock even as his hips continued to pump in fast and furious movements.
When the tremors of her release started to die down, Mairi dimly felt Damen turning her around and carrying her to the shower. She allowed him to wash and clean her, and when he pulled her close for a kiss under the hot pulsing jets of water, she didn’t resist.
As Damen gently toweled his wife dry, he tried not to let his tension show while he waited for her to speak. But she didn’t. By the time he had taken her back to bed and pulled the covers over their naked bodies, she still hadn’t spoken a word.
He wanted to say something, but what exactly it should be escaped him. And so he ended up kissing her softly on the forehead before reaching for his phone on the floor.
Mairi bit her lip hard and willed herself not to shed a single tear as she heard the sound of Damen’s fingers clicking on the screen of his phone. She wished she had the courage to demand an explanation from Damen. Why was he still lying to her? Why was he still talking to Alina? Why couldn’t he be satisfied with her?