Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
“We’re engaged,” he growls out. The sound goes straight to my sex. I feel myself grow wet. Yep, he’s pissed. I nod my head. “Where is your ring?”
“My room?”
“You are not to take it off. Ever.” I nod my head again. The ring is beautiful. Giant but beautiful. It felt wrong to wear it. It felt like a lie. One that I’ll have to look at every day. A reminder that I am in a loveless marriage.
He steps in close to me. I step back, my ass hitting the bathroom sink. I can feel the heat of his body. I find myself getting more turned on. This cannot be happening. I cannot fall for this man. That would mean so much heartache for me.
His eyes drop to my mouth. I lick my lips. The look in his eyes isn't one I understand. I go to apologize about the ring, but I’m cut off as his mouth takes mine. I gasp as I’m lifted to sit on the sink as he buries his fingers into my hair. He gets a firm grip on me, tilting my head to get a better angle for him to kiss me the way he wants.
“Open, wife.”
I part my lips. His tongue swoops in and I moan, shocking myself. It’s met with a deep groan from him. I shift, needing something else, but he pulls back, leaving me breathless. My hands are still clinging to the front of his dress shirt. I quickly drop them, not even remembering when I’d grabbed a hold of it.
“You’re already mine. No one fucks you, no one touches you,” My face fills with heat. He heard us talking. I nod my head. “Not good enough. I want the words.”
“No one,” I breathe out. This time it’s him who shakes his head, wanting more from me. “No one fucks me, no one touches me.” My face warms even more as I repeat his words back to him. I can't believe I got those words out.
He steps back. “Get your ring. Dinner is being served.” With that, he turns, leaving me alone in the bathroom.
What the hell was that?
3
Gerrit
That was a mistake. I don’t know what possessed me to go to her. I glance over at my future wife. Okay, I do know. Everything about her. I’d slipped out to use the bathroom, really needing to get away from Linda. Her voice and forced fake laugh got under my skin. It’s something I’m going to have to get used to. I also wanted to steal another peek at Kennedy. I was growing impatient waiting for my future wife to come back.
Then I heard them. I’d seen red at the sister’s idea of hooking up with some random man before my beautiful angel was supposed to take my hand in marriage. The rush of anger had surprised me. I fought with myself not to barge into the kitchen.
I should put a tail on her to be sure. You can never be too safe. Not with something like her. I’ve never wanted anything as bad as I want her.
“I forgot about that.” Linda breaks into one of her laughs. I notice the sisters don’t join her. I’d missed whatever she said. My mind on other things. My only thoughts are of my beautiful angel.
How she had tasted like sweet strawberries on a hot summer day. Refreshing. It was intoxicating. Her mouth had drawn me to it. I had no idea lips could be so soft. It matched well with her body. She is soft all over, and all I can think about is gripping her hips while I drive into her, leaving my mark on her creamy, flawless skin. When I pulled away, there was no missing the desire in her eyes.
I glance over at Kennedy again, noticing her lips are a little swollen. Something about that makes me smile, knowing that I left my mark on her. I couldn’t help myself. Once I pressed my mouth against hers, there was no going back. It might be a whole week before I am able to get my hands back on her, so I had to savor the moment. I think in reality I’ve made it worse for myself. One taste of her and now my fate is sealed.
The reality of what she tastes like, of how she feels pressed against me was twenty times better than in any fantasy I’ve had of her. And there have been many. When I stepped back from her, needing space to get my shit together before I went too far, I saw her delicate hands holding me tight. She clung to me. She pulled me to her as if she herself couldn’t last another second without me.
“Will you have a lot of family at the wedding?” her sister Kinley asks. Kennedy shifts in her chair. The light hits her ring, making the entire room sparkle. It really is unmissable. That was the plan. With a diamond so big it was easy to put in a tracker.