Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
“Well, this is more realistic,” she whispers and lets out a soft whimper.
“Careful, flower,” I say, speaking into her ear, warm and slow. I push her panties aside and roll my fingers along her soaking wet pussy, spreading her lips, teasing her. “You don’t want anyone to hear you moaning on your wedding night, do you?”
“Fuck,” she says and bites her cheek. I keep going, teasing her faster. “Talk to me. I’m going to fucking scream if you don’t.”
“You want me to tell you about what your life will be like?”
“Please,” she whimpers.
I slide my fingers deep inside and she bites my shoulder to keep from moaning out loud. I’m so hard I could rip her to shreds and I’m barely keeping myself under control, but she’s right, the guys might hear if we’re too loud.
“You’ll be with me all the time,” I whisper as I slide my fingers in deeper, searching for that little wet spot in her cunt, the button that’ll drive her insane. I find it, stroke it, and she wiggles her hips, inviting me to go deeper. “You’ll sleep in my bed. You’ll use my shower. I’ll buy your clothes, your food, everything you ever need. If you leave the house, you’ll go out guarded. But for a while, you won’t ever go anywhere without me.”
“Fuck,” she groans. “That sounds fucking awful.”
“It won’t be. I’ll make it up to you. Every night I’ll come home and spreads her legs, push you down on the bed, pin your arms to your side, and lick your pussy until you scream my name. I’ll fuck you from behind, tease your breasts, bite you shoulder, make you moan. I’ll make you sweat, little flower. Maybe you’ll be bored during the day, but at night? At night, you’ll do what I expect from my wife, and you’ll love it.”
“God, you’re so arrogant. Is that all you think marriage is? You think it’s all sex?”
I bite her lower lip. “With me and you, yeah. It’s all sex.”
I keep going faster, using my thumb to rub up against her clit as my fingers fuck her deeper, over and over, her messy pussy getting juice all over my palm. Her eyes roll back in ecstasy and I hit that spot again over and over while working her clit at the same time, and her hands grab my shoulders, digging in tight as she leans closer to sink her teeth in my shoulder again, biting down to keep from screaming as her back arches.
She comes hard and I don’t stop. I keep going, pushing her deeper and deeper into heaven. I whisper, “Every night, just like this, screaming for me. I don’t care how much you hate me, so long as you come, just like this. So long as you lick my cock clean when you’re done. So long as you spread your legs and let me tongue your lovely, pink pussy whenever I ask. Fight me all you want, flower. I like when it hurts.”
She leans back, breathing hard, and I slide my fingers out. Her eyes are glazed but she opens her lips, already knowing what I want. “Good girl,” I whisper and let her lick them clean.
When she’s done, I pull a blanket out from a compartment and tuck her in. The seat reclines until she’s practically lying flat. She curls up, eyelids fluttering.
“You’re right about something,” she whispers.
“Yeah? What’s that?”
“About me hating you.” She looks up and our gazes lock. “Just because you get me off, doesn’t change a thing. You killed Perico. Your family ruined my life. I won’t forget.”
I brush her hair from her face. “Good. I hope you don’t. It’ll be more fun that way.”
She waves my hand away and turns her back on me.
I stare at the cabin. All the others are asleep too. I’m the only one awake, in the darkness, flying high above the Atlantic Ocean and wondering if my wife’s going to kill me, or if my own family will do it first.
Chapter 9
Kacia
I’m terrified on the car ride from the airport.
Luca’s men disappear to go do their own things as soon as we land and I’m whisked away, thrown into a town car, and driven around New York. I stare out the window in awe—I’ve never been to this city before, and it’s so much bigger than I thought. LA is nice and exciting, but it’s not like this, not so jammed together with massive, tall skyscrapers and brownstones and row homes, not so packed close and not filled with so much history.
We stop at a department store and he buys me clothes. For an hour, I forget my problems and shop. He ghosts after me, never getting impatient, not bothering to look at price tags. I fill up bag after bag, building a new wardrobe. When I’m done and we’re back in the car, he has the driver roll up the privacy screen, and he opens one of the bags at his feet.