Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 93699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
“Come with me, Mrs. Carter.” Travis looped a hand around my waist and pulled me out of the chair.
My stolen sunglasses hit the floor, but he didn’t let me grab them.
Clenching his jaw, he led me through the crowd and past the other tables without saying a word.
“Oh my god, Travis Carter!” “When are you announcing the rematch?” "Travis! Travis!” “Can I get a picture?” “Your wife is fucking hot!” People held up their cell phones and snapped pictures of us.
I was far too intoxicated to fake a smile.
Travis escorted me past an “Employees Only” door and into a massive kitchen. Then he stopped and pushed me against the wall.
“Have you lost your fucking mind?” He glared at me.
“No, but you clearly have.” I narrowed my eyes. “You just made one hell of a scene for no reason.”
“No reason?”
“Is there an echo in here?”
“We’ve been married four days—four fucking days—and instead of sticking to the script, you’re traipsing around this city with strangers and stealing shit from a gift shop?”
“I…” I was stunned that he knew anything at all about my night.
“Let me tell you about the man you’re currently married to, Tatiana.” He placed his hands on the panels above my head. “His name is Travis fucking Carter, his name is on this city’s goddamn welcome sign, and—”
“His words are currently coming out in third person…”
“When I said pretend that you’re mine, I meant that in every way.” He didn’t address my interruption. “You can’t be seen alone with another man, or flirting at a poker table where all the men are watching and waiting to take advantage of what belongs to me.”
“I wasn’t flirting with anyone.”
“The media won’t know the difference,” he said. “My opponents won’t know the difference, and they’ll bring that shit up during our press conferences as bait to make me jealous.”
“How can it possibly make you jealous, if everything about our arrangement is fake?”
“Stop interrupting me.” He hissed, gripping my waist. “Whenever you want a tour of my city, tell Benny, Ryan, or any of my other security guards and they’ll happily assist you with that.”
“And whenever I want to drink and play cards?”
“Do it with someone who isn’t trying to fuck you.”
“That leaves you off my list, correct?”
“One hundred percent.” He kissed me so hard and fast that I lost my balance.
Arching my back against the wall and grabbing onto him, I shut my eyes as he bit down hard on my bottom lip.
“I…” I rasped, digging my nails into his biceps. “I’m…”
“You’re what?” He punished me with another hard bite, another primal kiss. “Are you sorry for letting another man get close to what’s mine?”
I answered him with a loud moan, incapable of focusing.
Sliding a hand under my shorts, he pushed my panties to the side and pressed his thumb against my clit. It was soaking wet for him, ready and waiting for his touch, longing to be driven over the edge.
“Tatiana?” He slipped two fingers inside me, pushing them as deep as they could go, forcing my eyes to flutter open.
“Answer me,” he said, his fingers buried deep. “Are you sorry?”
“No.” I managed. “Not at all.”
He immediately retaliated, pulling out his fingers and thrusting them back inside me again and again.
“You’re mine…” He sucked on my neck, biting my skin and undoubtedly leaving a mark. “You’ll always be fucking mine…”
There was no point in trying to be quiet. With every deep stroke from his fingers and every move of his mouth, a loud cry of pleasure left my throat.
Using his other hand to keep me steady against the wall, he looked into my eyes and commanded, “Ride my hand like you used to ride my dick.”
He allowed me to shift my hips, and I moved my pussy against his fingers as he watched.
I was getting closer to the edge, a much-needed orgasm so near that I could—
“Alert, alert, alert!” His phone sounded in his pocket, and he yanked his fingers out of me.
The look on his face let me know that he was planning to deny me the orgasm regardless of this interruption.
“Yes, Ryan?” He kept his eyes on me as he answered the call.
“I’ve cleared a route for you and Mrs. Carter to return home without being seen by the public,” he said. “I also have her sunglasses.”
“Did you go back to that gift shop and pay for them on her behalf?”
“I did, sir. Continue through the kitchen whenever you’re ready to leave the casino.”
“We’ll be right there.” He hung up and trailed a finger down my throat. “I hope I’ve made myself clear about you and other men while we’re married.”
“You’ve made me see how much of a psycho you can be.”
“I'll take that as a compliment. My opponents think that about me, too.” He smoothed my shorts into place. “You’re still drunk as hell right now, so if I were you, I’d watch my words.”