Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
“Let’s go,” he growled quietly, his fingers lacing with mine. Instantly, I could feel this magnetic energy and this heat explode through me at the contact, and I squeezed his hand tight as he whirled us and started to march away.
“You know, Princess,” Prince Thomas hurled at our backs. “I was going to warn you about this prick of a man and his reputation of forcing himself on noble women, but—” he made a snorting, scoffing sound “—apparently you’re already tainted by him.”
Cole froze, a low growl caught in his throat.
“In fact, I’m quite sure I want nothing to do with a girl who’s all too willing to run off with this lowlife.”
Cole’s fingers unlaced with mine, and he started to turn.
“So, run along Princess. Go play slut for this piece of trash—”
Prince Thomas cried out as the fist slammed into his face, screeching, stumbling backwards and clutching at the blood that streamed from his broken nose.
“You bitch!”
…Oh, right. It was my fist.
“You miserable fucking bit—”
He gasped as Cole suddenly grabbed him and pushed him back three steps, slamming him into the wall.
“Mine,” he hissed quietly, his eyes locked on the sniveling prince. “If you ever look at her again, I’ll break you in half. Do we understand each other?”
Prince Thomas swallowed, taking a shaky breath as he tried to muster one ounce of courage.
“You know, I’m shocked, McCabe.”
Cole’s hands tightened on the man’s collar as he ground his teeth. “Enlighten me.”
“I thought you only went after married chicks.”
Cole just smiled at him for a second before suddenly, he pulled back and sank his fist into Prince Thomas’s stomach. The asshole doubled over, wheezing as Cole dropped him and turned back to me.
“C’mon, angel.”
His arm slid around my waist possessively, making me grin as the heat of his hand on my hip teased through me.
“Oh, and shithead?” Cole glanced over his shoulder at the prince still groaning on the ground. “She is married.”
Prince Thomas’s brow shot up as he glanced up at Cole, who just grinned.
“To me.”
Chapter 14
Faith
I moaned as we went crashing through the door of the room, my legs around his muscled hips and my arms tight around his neck. Cole growled as he kicked the door shut, his hands firmly gripping my ass through the bridesmaids dress that was now bunched around my waist.
I whimpered as he carried me across the room, feeling the thick, huge bulge in his pants throbbing against my pussy through my panties. Even though we were married, even though I knew in my heart that the last of my reservations were gone and he had all of me, this still felt so wrong.
…Maybe that's why I loved it so much.
Maybe it was the fact that this was still a big secret, or that we’d just snuck out of a pre-wedding reception after I’d broken a would-be-suitor’s nose. Maybe it was that we’d snuck into an off-limits section of the palace past some lazy guards to find a quiet room somewhere.
Or maybe that I just loved being bad for my bad boy.
I moaned as we crashed down onto the big four-poster bed, my fingers raking up his back and into his hair as he kissed me hard and passionately. He ground into me, his big thick cock rubbing against me through my panties and making them soaked and messy with my arousal.
“Let’s get one thing straight,” he groaned into my lips. “You’re my wife.”
“Damn right I am,” I gasped, kissing him back.
“Some other piece of shit prince thinks he can lay a hand on you? Talk to you like that?” He growled animalistically, kissing me with a ferocity that tingled through me.
“Jealous are we?” I teased breathlessly. I watched the fire blaze behind his eyes and I gasped quietly as his hands tightened on my waist. He growled again, low in his throat, like some sort of wild animal that was about to pounce on his prey.
“Of him?” Cole muttered. “No.”
“You sure?” I kept teasing, knowing I was playing with fire but loving the way this was getting him so…primal.
“You sure you aren’t jealous that another man—”
I whimpered as his lips crushed to mine, hard. He groaned into the kiss, his hands tight on my hips as his cock throbbed against my dripping wet pussy.
“You’re my wife,” he growled. “Mine.” I moaned as his hands slid under my hiked-up dress, teasing over the edge of my panties. “And right now, I’m going to tear these little panties off, and I’m going to put my mouth between your thighs and lick that naughty little pussy, because it’s mine to taste.”
His mouth seared to mine, his tongue swirling with mine as the heat exploded through me. Suddenly, he pulled away, and I gasped as he flipped me over. His strong hands grabbed my hips, raising my ass in the air as he pushed my dress up around my waist. His fingers teased down, hooking into my panties and slowly pulling them down my thighs. I moaned, feeling them peel away from my slick, aching pussy, feeling his hungry eyes all over me as he growled behind me.