Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 94915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
“It matters to me. It matters to you. I want this, Brianne. You’re my wife, and not just because it’s some business deal we agreed on. You are mine.”
I let his words sink in. I’m his wife, his real wife, because what we’ve been doing—
What we’ve been doing is falling in love.
God, it’s insane. It’s crazy, really, but he’s right. I’ve been feeling it too, even if I’ve been trying to run from the truth. All this time, and he’s been right here, waiting for me to figure it out.
And now I can’t ignore it anymore.
“Are you sure?” I ask, fighting tears and feeling like an idiot.
“You know you don’t have to ask that. I’m not the kind of man that says these things lightly.”
“I know. I just—” I take a deep breath and gather myself. “I want this too.”
“Good.” He kisses me gently. “This is happening, mon minou. My beautiful wife. Me and you.”
“Yeah, me and you.”
He kisses me again. This time, it’s urgent and hungry. He doesn’t pull back as his hands grip my hips. He lifts my shirt off and feasts on my neck. I gasp, back arching, my stiff nipples dragging against his bare skin.
He feels so good. I should’ve seen this sooner. I should’ve known. But it took me so long to look past my own selfish uncertainty, but now I can see that he’s been saying this for a while now.
I’m his.
I moan into his mouth. I lose myself in him. I let him drag my tights off and bury his mouth between my legs. I grab his hair and moan his name as he drives me crazy, my back arching, one of his hands grabbing my breast, and I come with his tongue deep inside my pussy. But it’s like he can’t help himself as he drags me down off the island and turns me around, my legs spread, my body aching for him as he fills me from behind.
My husband fucks me deep and rough. He whispers in my ear as he does it. He tells me how good I feel, how slick and pretty I am, how badly he wants me, and I know he means every word. I can feel him, thick and long, stretching me wide and driving bliss deep into my core. It grows and builds as he roars his pleasure, and I take him, pushing back against his stiff shaft, until I come again in a puddle of explosive ecstasy.
He moans as I drop to my knees and I swallow every single drop of him.
Another box checked off.
He brings over coffees. The food’s getting cold, but I don’t care. We lounge together on a big easy chair, wearing only our underwear, and drink lattes. He kisses me constantly like he can’t keep his hands to himself.
“If you keep this up, I’m not going to make it through breakfast without doing all that again.” I gesture in the vague direction of where he just finished fucking me into a puddle of brainless goo.
“That’s the plan,” he murmurs, kissing my shoulder. “But listen, and this is important.”
“What’s that? You have some filthy thing I need to do? Let me see that list, at this point I think you’re making stuff up.”
He shakes his head, not smiling. “Today, you don’t have to worry, but tomorrow, when you go see Kim, stay close to her. There will be guards watching you two.”
“Why? Is something wrong?”
“Tomorrow,” he says, face stone cold and serious. “Something’s happening tomorrow. Make sure you’re in her room and don’t leave it no matter what you hear.”
“Julien—” Concern rolls through me. But the way he’s staring sends a shiver down my spine. “I’ll do it.”
“Good girl.” He kisses me and gently takes my coffee from my hand. “Now, I want you to turn around and face me while I kiss you.”
“Oh, yeah? And then what?”
“And then when you’re dripping through your panties, I’ll graciously let you ride my cock.”
“What a gentleman.” I turn to face him, arms wrapped around his neck. “What would I do without you?”
“Masturbate a lot, I suspect.”
Chapter 34
Julien
The mansion is silent at five in the morning. Outside, the sun hasn’t quite risen yet, but it will soon. I stand in the hallway outside of Kim’s room. Brianne’s in there, asleep on Kim’s couch; they had a little movie night together, at my request.
The door is shut and barred, and it should stay that way until I use my key to open it again.
My phone buzzes. I pull it out and check a message on my encrypted texting app.
Jean: In position. You give the word.
Julien: Hold. Two minutes.
I shove my phone away and glance back at Kim’s door. They’ll be safe—they have to be safe. I wish I could’ve gotten them out, but with Kim’s injuries, it just wasn’t feasible. And I knew there was no way Brianne would ever leave without her friend.