Total pages in book: 164
Estimated words: 157003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
I open my eyes and slide my hands to her hips. “And…”
“I had t-to get the b-blood off him,” she sobs, trembling. Her hands frantically cup my face. “I had t-to help him.”
Sweet, innocent fucking Talia.
“Kostas, don’t hate me.” Her face crumples. My heart crushes.
I hastily swipe away something wet on my cheek. The ache that settles in my muscles dulls the fury. He hurt her. He hurt my fucking wife.
“Kostas,” she whimpers.
I grip her throat again and pull her close. Our lips brush against the other. “Tell me all of it.”
Her fingers slide into my hair as she steals a kiss. Soft. Sweet. Apologetic.
I hate it. I hate the apology in her kiss. It’s dirty and wrong.
“Tell me,” I whisper. “Talia, fucking tell me.”
She needs to say it and I need to hear it.
“I was worried about him,” she whines. “And then…I don’t remember how it happened. He was j-just on me. K-Kissing me. The towel was g-gone and…”
Her body wracks with sobs. My fingers trace over her ribs and then my palms slide to her back, pulling her closer. She rests her forehead against mine. Salty tears fall on my face, mixing with my own.
He broke her.
He broke my fucking Talia.
And in doing so, he broke me.
“Tell me,” I plead. I need her to say the words. To hand me the proverbial sword. I need to destroy and wage war. I need blood. I need fucking vengeance.
“He was so strong,” she breathes. “I was scared.”
Her lips press to mine, attempting to distract me. I nip at her bottom lip in warning.
No distractions. No more lies.
I need the truth.
“And then…and then he forced his way in.” She sucks in a sharp breath before breaking down. “It hurt s-so bad, K-Kostas. I hated it. I was scared you would hate me.”
I grip her jaw and kiss her hard before pulling away. Our eyes lock. Intense. Vicious. Feral.
“I could never hate you. I love you, goddammit,” I growl, enunciating every word. “I love you so much it’s killing me to hear this.”
“I wanted to tell you,” she whimpers. “But he said you’d kill me.”
My chest feels like she cracked it open, shoved her hands inside, and scooped out my fucking soul.
“Talia…” My voice is low and deadly. I need her to understand me. “I would never fucking hurt you. Ever. Even if you slept with the motherfucker of your own free will. Fucking. Never. Don’t you see? I’m under your goddamn spell. You got inside me. It was so fucking dark and, Jesus, Talia, you were all light. I wanted that light so bad I could taste it.” I kiss her supple lips. “I’d never hurt you. Do you hear me? Never.”
Her kiss is frantic—thankful and desperate—as she claws at my tie. I rip her pants roughly down her ass as she sits up to aid in my effort. We’re both clumsy and overly eager as we yank off our offending clothes that stand between us. I manage to get my jacket and tie off by the time she pulls away her pants and underwear. She works on my slacks as I pull hard on my shirt, and the buttons go flying. As soon as my cock is free in her hot, soft hand, I grab her hips, pulling her to me. My hand wraps around hers to hold my cock as she slides down over my length. With a hard thrust, I drive into her from beneath her. We both groan in unison.
“Kostas,” she cries out. “I missed you.”
Our lips crash together as her fingers claw at my bare skin on my chest. She pushes the fabric down over my shoulders so she can dig her nails there too. My fingertips bite into her hip as I guide her to fuck me rough and fast. Being inside her is the best fucking feeling in the world.
Sliding my free hand between us, I find her clit to offer her some quick pleasure. I won’t last long. Not after a year of celibacy. I’m going to come like a teenage boy. Soon.
Her pussy clenches around me when I rub her clit in firm, rough circles. I hiss in pleasure, spiking my hips up harder. She bites on my lip and rakes her nails down over my pectorals.
“Fucking come, Talia,” I bark out. “I need you to come before I embarrass myself in front of my wife.”
She smiles against my lips and rocks her hips in unison with the way I rub her. When sweet whines begin climbing out of her throat, I know she’s finding ecstasy with me. I pinch her clit in the way she used to love and am rewarded with a full-bodied shudder. My name screeches past her lips as she comes wildly. The frantic, feral way in which she does it is enough to send me over the edge. I lean forward and suck on her neck hard enough to mark her as my nuts seize up. Grinding up into her, I groan as I flood her with a year’s worth of pent-up release.