Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Wrath nods. “Yeah.”
The doors open into a private suite that looks like a penthouse on Park Avenue.
I yelp as Wrath scoops up, sweeping me off my feet and carries me through the posh space into a massive bedroom and throws me on the bed, flipping my dress up and over my face as I giggle, and his hands pull me to the edge of the bed so my ass is almost hanging off the edge of the mattress.
I hear his belt buckle and I’m immediately soaking wet, knowing what’s about to happen. His mouth is on me in the next second, licking and sucking on my clit until I’m gushing and the tension in my belly is ready to burst.
He leaves me like that, panting, with my dress still over my face as I feel the tip of his incredible cock lining up with my opening.
I hold my breath as he slams into me, then he reaches up and pulls the white fabric from my face, his hand moving to grip my throat as I’ve come to love so much and squeezes.
“You belong to me.” He grunts as he starts to fuck into me so hard his body is slapping our skin together, and each thrust drives the air from my lungs. “Always. Forever. Mine.”
The rest of the night and into the next morning, between a few naps, Wrath does things to me that have me wondering if we have died and this is heaven. But, from the way he talks to me, the bruises and marks on my body, maybe it’s hell.
No matter. Heaven or hell. I’ll take it. As long as we are together.
Forever.
14 | Wrath
Epilogue
Ten years later
I LOOK AROUND THE ROOM at the destruction.
Ten years ago, I never could have imagined five kids could destroy a place better than two MC clubs fighting it out in a bar.
One of the end tables is turned over. Wrapping paper, ribbon, toys, clothes, blankets, pillows, breakfast dishes, and spilled orange juice are only the beginning.
But I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Kristina is asleep on the sofa. Our youngest, Madeline, is just three months old, and she’s sleeping on her chest after having her first Christmas.
The faint voices of our other four kids come from down the hall where Grandpa Leonard took them to play with their new toys and watch a movie in the playroom, so Kristina could rest and I could get a handle on the disaster Christmas morning always seems to create.
Our lives have only gotten better.
There’s a little gray in my hair and my beard, but Kristina only gets more beautiful every fucking day.
The babies have only added to her curves, and with each birth, her body only drives me to want her more. If I could fuck twenty babies into her I would, but after this last one, where she had to spend the last few months on bedrest, we decided that’s enough.
Madeline was born by emergency c-section because Kristina’s blood pressure went through the roof and the doctors moved quickly, or I would have lost both of them.
That is totally unacceptable, and just the thought drove me almost insane. I ran around the hospital, swearing and threatening everyone, acting like a lunatic.
It was uncalled for, but my temper seems to only explode these days when it comes to my family. And when it does, everyone better get the fuck out of the way or they’re going to get blasted.
I apologized after everything was okay, but in the moment, all I see is red.
My lust and need for my wife seems to only increase with the years. We’ve had to become creative with the kids around, but if we are in the same space, we’re on each other in one way or another two or three times a day. I got a nice Christmas morning cock sucking as I woke up this morning, and I gave Kristina a nice Christmas morning red ass before I fucked her until she was singing “Have a holly jolly Christmas...”
Leonard is here with his husband, Matthew. After all the dust settled with junior, and the sheriff got to the bottom of all his shit, Leonard took a leave from his position at the church.
He came out to Kristina, who had zero issues with who he was and who he loved, but his guilt had been eating him up most of his life.
Turns out, her mother knew about his orientation for years, but they decided to stay married and love each other in the way they could. She was his support and his best friend, and in the end, he didn’t want to give that up or disgrace his family and the church.
That changed after he took some time and Kristina and I both told him the disgrace is that he felt so much guilt that he couldn’t live his authentic life. After some time, he stepped down permanently from the church, without any drama, and he got his pension and the financial benefits that he’d earned through his years of work and service. He and James have been together ever since.