Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 102335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
I fight with his zipper and belt, moaning when his heavy cock fills my hands. Smooth and hard, I pump it slowly, watching the torment in his eyes. A battle I probably don’t understand—one I won’t understand because he never wanted me as a soldier. Now we would pay. One of us isn’t walking away from here alive.
“You can marry whoever the fuck you want, Ruby.” His hips buck forward. “You’re always going to be mine.” His grip around my throat intensifies, his eyes wild on mine. “Say you’re mine.”
I don’t answer, my tongue sliding over my bottom lip. Even in death, lover.
“Say it, Ruby.” He forces my head back again and a moan slips from my mouth as my pussy tightens. I don’t answer, unable to feed him lies. “You may be his wife, but you’ll always be my little slut.” I breathe out loudly, my forehead falling forward as my clit tingles with need. I need to be fucked. By him. Only him. Only ever will be him.
He raises his blade up, running the edge over my skin. I relax against him, fighting tears from falling down my cheeks as I slowly grind. Needing friction. Needing to be owned, dominated, and damaged by him.
He spits in his hand and brings it to my bare pussy, and shivers rack my body. Yes. Just what I wanted. Needed. My hips buck forward like a greedy bitch, and he directs my hips over his thick cock. I yelp when he slams my weight down onto him, sinking my teeth into his smooth cheek.
“Wicked…” His tongue slides over the incision on the side of my neck, sucking up every drop as he rides into me so hard my body bounces back and forward. He continues to pound into me until I clench around him, unwilling to let go. Let him go. Slowly, my fingers find his and I wrap them around the base of the knife as tears prick the corners of my eyes. His fingers tighten around the base, but even if he did, he would think it would just be my turn.
He pulls away and I lose my fingers in his hair. Sweat falling down my skin, glistening against the full moon that beams behind him. My wedding dress puffs around us both, blood dripping down from my neck and onto my bodice.
Our eyes collide, and for a moment, I don’t want this to end.
“You don’t fucking matter.” The words leave his mouth like a melody written just for me. He continues with his dirty, degrading talk and every single word pushes me closer to the edge.
“This how he fucks you, huh?” He pulls back just enough to search my eyes. Shit. No. He hasn’t fucking touched me. “Show me how he fucks you so I can destroy it.”
My cum drips from between my thighs. “Please…”
“No,” he snaps, his finger digging into the incision on my neck. All train of thought is lost. All of my plans to kill the one person who I’ve trusted immensely. Loved unconditionally. I squeeze him around his neck as I think of driving a knife into his skin, watching blood spill out of the cut. I explode around his cock, my orgasm ripping through me like a tidal wave of deceit. He pulls out and lowers me to the floor, finishing on my wedding dress.
“Was that my wedding gift?” I ask him softly, adjusting my dress, even though it’s ruined. I don’t know how I’m going to explain any of it, the cum included.
Pop! Pop! Pop! Gunshots fire off inside and my blood turns cold. My eyes find his.
“No.” His mouth curves in an evil smirk. “That is.”
I shove him in the chest, turning to yank the door open, but it doesn’t work.
“Listen to me, Ruby!” He forces me back around to face him and my hand flies to his cheek.
“Fuck you, Wicked!”
“What the fuck!” He grabs me by the wrists, forcing them above my head. Blood oozes out of the cut slowly, but not enough to be worried about, and anyway, right now I can’t think of me. I need to get in that room. “What’s your fucking problem now? Hmm?”
“You!” I scream so loud my head throbs.
He chuckles, shaking his head and releasing me. “Go on then, little one. Go run back to Papa and see who he really is.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I scream again, shoving him away and picking up my dress to jog down the steps, down the dark alleyway. I round the quiet street, the front sliding doors parting open. I try to run faster, and I think I am, but every time I think the doors to the conference room get closer they take a step back.
Forcing the doors open, my ears ring as I look around the place. Bodies litter the floor with torn flower petals falling around me. The Russians are on one side, and Papa on the other. Where the fuck has the rest of the La Rosa army gone? Val is near Royce and the MC farther toward the back, and I do a quick scan to make sure Jade and Poppy are okay.