Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 92254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
“I’m getting impatient.” I wiggle my hips for him, my legs spread. “Please, Arsen—”
He grabs my hips and sinks himself into me roughly. I gasp as bliss hits me right in the skull. He sheathes himself in me, filling me to the brim. I’m stretched and filled beyond belief.
“This is how I like you,” he whispers, sliding himself in and out. “Nice and fucked.”
Oh, god.
He takes me from behind. His palm smacks my ass and he slams himself deeper. I’m riding on that edge and my eyes roll back into my head, and he throws me into heaven when he strokes my clit with his thumb.
“Arsen,” I moan, finishing all over his dick. He groans and goes harder, fucking me into submission, until I’m nothing but a puddle of bliss. He finishes inside of me, warm and gooey and perfect.
“That’s my girl,” he says, breathing hard.
“You like fucking me, don’t you?”
“That’s an understatement. You’re so fucking good, baby.”
“You are too.” I lean on his chest, grinning like a maniac. I waggle my eyebrows a little, and it feels strange with the piercing. “I’m going to have to get used to this.”
“You look beautiful. When you’re healed, I’m going to lick you, head to fucking toe.”
“I need to get pierced more often.”
“Wherever you want. Whenever you want.”
“What about tattoos?”
“If that’s what you want, I’ll find the best artist around.”
“Allie says I’d look good with them.”
“Cover every inch of yourself with ink if that’s what you want.” He strokes my hair and holds me tight. “I’ll love you regardless.”
I go very still. I’m not even sure he noticed what he just said. His breath is slow and even, and he’s got a little smile on his face.
I’ll love you regardless.
I knew that’s where this was headed. I’d be lying if I said I haven’t been feeling it deep in my stomach whenever he’s around.
But that’s the first time either of us has said it out loud. At least in English.
It’s a surprise. I shouldn’t be so shocked, but I can’t seem to respond. Shouldn’t I tell him how I feel too? But he doesn’t seem like he cares if I say it back.
I want to say it back. I want to grab his cheeks, bite his tongue, and scream I love you too right in his dumb face.
But I feel paralyzed by how big that is.
And all the implications of our love.
Is it even safe to care about him this much? I know he’d never hurt me, even though he’s kind of a psycho. But his line of work is dangerous. There’s always the chance he might not come home one day.
That would break me.
But it feels silly to try to protect myself still.
Like it’s way too late for that.
“I can feel you thinking,” he says, absently stroking my hair.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“The wheels are spinning. I hear the hamsters chirping.”
“I don’t have hamsters in my head,” I say, slapping his chest. “They’re cats, and they power me with their general disdain.”
“It’s really okay, you know, if you aren’t ready yet.”
I close my eyes. “Are you sure?”
“I have no interest in rushing you, baby. We have a lifetime together.”
I let out a stupid laugh. He’s right, isn’t he? Maybe when we got into this marriage, I thought it might not last more than a few years at best. We’d live separate lives and amicably part one day.
Except now that’s clearly not how this is going down.
I’m his. Totally and completely. It happened gradually, and not all at once. Like the start of a landslide.
Just a few rocks then the whole mountain’s coming down.
“I’ll be ready soon,” I whisper, holding him tighter. “I promise.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” He kisses the top of my head. “My beautiful little wife. Now, get that piercing girl back in here. I want to poke more holes in you.”
“Jesus, you’re insane.”
“It makes me fucking hard. Are you complaining?”
“You have a really weird fetish.”
“I ask again, are you complaining?”
“No,” I say, blushing pink. “Sicko.”
“You like it.” He brushes his lips against my ear. “You might even love it.”
Yeah, I might even.
Chapter 31
Lena
Even though the library organizing was clearly just some busywork Maud gave me to keep me occupied, I find myself getting into it anyway.
The room really is a mess. I have to wear a dust mask, it’s so bad. Some shelves look like they haven’t been touched in decades. More than a few of the books crumble in my hands.
“Where’d they even get all these?” I mutter as I catalogue a few volumes that are at least a few hundred years old. Some of this stuff looks like it belongs locked away at a university in a climate-controlled vault.
As if in answer, I hear an odd rattle in the wall.
“Hello?” I get up and look around. The library is totally empty except for me.