Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Anneke screamed, her eyes rolling back when she felt the head of his cock knock against the wall of her womb.
She felt him withdrew—-
And then it was happening all over again, his cock reaching her womb.
“Oh God, Marcus!”
Over and over, he pounded into her, so deep she found herself flat against the bed, holding to the edges so she wouldn’t slip off.
And it was good.
So good.
Too good.
Her stomach started to tighten, and she gasped, “I’m c-close!”
He responded by reaching around her body for her clit. He pinched it between his fingers—-
“No!”
But he only responded to her protest by pinching her clit harder all the while shoving into her—-
Anneke shattered.
A moment later, she heard him growl from behind, and then he, too, was coming, his sticky hot seed pouring into her, filling her, claiming her.
As her eyes closed, Anneke’s internal muscles contracted around his still-twitching cock, as if wanting to keep him joined with her.
Finalmente.
Finally.
MARCUS WOKE UP FROM another nightmare a few hours later, his naked body bathed in cold sweat. He sat up abruptly, the coldness inside of him spreading. She was gone. She was gone. She was gone. The terrifying words hammered his brain as he slowly turned to his side—-
Anneke’s eyes fluttered open as she gradually sensed Marcus’ gaze on her. When she became fully awake, the first thing that became clear to her was the panic in his dark eyes – and it hurt.
She sat up right away. “Marcus?”
“I thought you were gone,” he said in a hollow voice.
Her heart lurched at his words, and she whispered, “Why would you think that?”
“I’m not certain.” He gazed at her, his dark eyes haunted. “I feel like I’m missing something, but I don’t know what it is. I only know it could make you leave me—-”
“Nothing would make me leave you, Marcus.” She wrapped her arms around him. “I’m here. And I’ll always be here.”
Ten
The days that followed were pure perfection, with both Anneke and Marcus coming into an unspoken agreement to extend their stay in Bruin Hemel. It had become their haven of sorts, and a part of Anneke was scared that the moment they left everything would fall apart.
Marcus appeared to think so, too. While he still refused to speak of his nightmares, she could see in the way he would sometimes look at her that he still believed she would leave him.
She tried her best to show him it wasn’t so, loving him with the words and with everything else she could give him. Sometimes, it would work, the shadows in his gaze fading. But it was only for a moment, and then it would be back again, that haunted look in his eyes that told her Marcus was only waiting for the axe to fall.
She wished she could tell him he was being ridiculous, but she knew better than to do so.
Marcus had no idea that she could see past his façade and sense his quiet restlessness. If he found out she was worried about him, she knew that his overprotective side would only cause him to work harder in keeping his emotions to himself.
Maybe in time, his fears would subside, and he would realize that she wasn’t going anywhere.
She was his for life.
Or at least that was what she thought was true – until she received a call from Fredericka.
EVERY DAY HAD BECOME a battle of fear for Marcus, a fight to keep terror from strangling him. Every morning he would wake up from a nightmare he couldn’t remember the details of. All he knew it had to do with losing her, and it would cause him to search for her—-
And every day, she would be there, by his side, her eyes, her lips, her hands – even the way her heart beat – telling Marcus that she loved him, and she would never leave him.
He wanted to believe her.
He wished he could believe her.
But something was stopping him, and he just wished he could figure out what it was.
Whenever Marcus had to leave the house, the trip back home was hell, and today wasn’t any different. His hands were clammy as he tightened his grip on the flowers he had made a quick run to town for. It was a rare variety of tulips, notoriously hard to grow, and the instant Marcus learned about a local garden having grown it successfully, he knew he had to get some for his wife.
The billionaire’s chest tightened at the thought.
His wife.
Could he really think of Anneke as his wife now?
Fear continued to threaten to choke him from within. It made him feel foolish, but he couldn’t help it. When he opened the door to her bedroom, it was completely dark – like it always was.
She had taken to playing a game of hide-and-seek with him whenever he came back from a trip to town. Sometimes, she would be hiding behind the couch. Other times, she would be hiding under the writing desk, the balcony, behind the door.