Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 50828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Suddenly, he freezes. “What are these marks on your arms?”
Marks? When I glance to see what has him bent out of shape, I gasp, wholly unprepared for the black-and-blue splotches ringing my biceps. They weren’t there last night. “Bruises.”
I guess when Luna helped me out of my robe and into my dress, she was too polite to mention them. Good thing I chose a dress with long sleeves. Otherwise, everyone would have seen what my ex did to me.
“In the shape of fingers. Who did this to you?” Nathan doesn’t merely sound mad; he’s deadly furious.
“They’re just bruises. They’ll fade. It doesn’t matter.”
“It does. No one touches my wife.” His eyes narrow. “Did Eric do this to you?”
“Forget it. I don’t want more problems.” Especially since Nathan looks ready to throw down, and Eric’s father is a big-wig attorney who would probably sue the hell out of my husband for touching a hair on his baby boy’s head.
“Like hell. Tell me who did this. Now. Don’t fucking protect someone who hurt you, baby girl.”
He’s not going to let this go…
“Fine, it was Eric. But he won’t touch me again. I won’t let him.”
“Let’s be clear. I won’t let him. He’ll be hard-pressed to touch his own dick after I break both of his hands.”
“You can’t do that.” I grab the lapels of Nathan’s tuxedo jacket.
“Watch me. I told you; I protect what’s mine. From this day forward, that’s you, wife.”
Then he’s done talking. He slants his mouth over my own, and his tongue makes love to mine in a slow, thorough kiss that decimates my ability to think.
Next thing I know, my dress is puddled on the floor. Nathan lifts me against his body. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around him so I don’t fall as he carries me to the bed, strips away the comforter with a fling of his arm, bounces me onto the mattress, and follows me down, tuxedo and all.
With one hand, he rips away my bra and flings it across the room. With the other, he wraps my underwear in his fist. “What did I say about these?”
Is he serious? “I-I had to wear something under my wedding dress.”
“You didn’t.” He tears the scrap of lace from my hips, ignoring my gasp as he tosses them to the floor. “Fuck, you’re mine now. You’re…everything.”
If I’m tipsy on champagne, he’s drunk on lust. It’s in his eyes. I shouldn’t…but I can’t help the shudder of excitement that seizes me. “I’m nothing.”
The words slip out. Instantly, his face tightens. “Never say that again. Your ex cheated on you and made you feel expendable, right? Interchangeable? No longer important? I’ve been there. But he’s the one who’s insignificant.” He traces the dark bruising on my arms. “He’s the one not worthy of touching you ever again.”
Nathan means every word of that, and for better or worse, I press his words to my heart. “Stop. You’re ruining me.”
“From hating on yourself? Good.” He captures my breast and thumbs my turgid nipple. “Spread your legs, wife. I’ve been waiting forever for this day. Time to make you mine for the rest of our lives.”
I don’t hesitate; I part my thighs under him. “You’ve been waiting to consummate our marriage?”
“Yes,” Nathan groans as he rises just enough to discard his jacket and unzip his fly. Once he’s half undressed, he grips my hips and drives inside me in one powerful thrust. “But not nearly as long as I’ve been waiting to breed you.”
CHAPTER TEN
Nathan
“B-breed me?” Isabella sounds shocked, but her pussy clamps down on me as if she’s aroused.
I need to answer her, but holy shit, I’m inside her for the first time with nothing at all between us, and it’s a mind-blowing heaven. Fuck, she’s snug and slick and grips me like she was made for me. Now that she’s my wife, fucking her feels even more sublime. And unlike my ex, I already know Isabella can’t take the pill.
How long before she’s round with my baby? Even the thought of her swelling with my child has me on the edge. I can’t wait to spill inside her again and again.
“Don’t tell me you don’t want kids,” I growl in her ear. “You do. You told me you do the night we met.”
“I do, but—”
“So do I, and I want them with you. This is forever for me. Nothing will ever be more important than you and our family.”
“Nathan…”
I surge deeper inside her with a groan. I could explain that her father is at least part of the reason I don’t have kids and that having my enemy’s daughter give birth to my child will be the sweetest revenge imaginable. But it’s far more than that. I’m falling for Isabella—harder than I should. If we start a family together…maybe she’ll be happy and want to stay?