Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
“So Luke and Ashtyn have the same mom?”
“Yes.” I nod. “Brenda—their mother—had an affair with Luke’s father.” I wave my hand in the air before placing it back on the steering wheel. I don’t know the specifics and never cared to. Some Lords trade their wives like fucking baseball cards. It’s not uncommon for orgies to take place during certain Lord events. “But this wasn’t figured out until years later. After we completed our assignment, the kidnappings and killings stopped. For a while.”
LAIKYN
I wake up in a room I’ve never been in before back at Carnage—no more hospital bed. Thank God.
Black silk sheets and a big fluffy comforter. The carpet a dark gray like storm clouds with a black area rug. The dark curtains are pulled open to showcase the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook the woods. Nothing but trees for as far as the eye can see. The clouds cover the sky, making it look gloomy and gorgeous at the same time.
Two white leather barrel chairs sit with their backs to the window, facing the room with a round glass table between them. A matching couch sits at the foot of the four-post Alaskan king size bed. The walls are as dark as night with shiny inlay designs. It’s beautiful.
Sitting up, I look over to the double doors to the right that open, and my husband exits the en suite bathroom with a towel low on his narrow hips. I smile when his eyes meet mine.
“Good morning, little darling,” he says, walking over to me. Leaning over, he kisses my forehead while his hand goes to my stomach. “How do you feel?”
I always knew I wanted a family. Kids with a man who wanted me and our children. But I never stopped and thought about how much of a turn-on it would be for that man to ask such a simple question. Or how much my heart races when he touches me. “Good.”
His hand rubs gentle circles on my stomach, and I spread my legs for him. A playful smirk appears on his handsome face. “Does my wife want to be fucked?”
“Yes, sir.” I lift my hips, my hands going to my breasts.
He groans, his fingers lowering to run over my pussy. I’m already wet, needing him. “Beg me, Lake,” he commands, and I gladly oblige.
“Please, Tyson.” I kick the comforter off my legs, making sure nothing is in his way. His free hand comes up and wraps around my throat, pinning me to the bed but not cutting off my air. I wrap my hands around his wrist. “I need you.” Licking my lips, he enters a finger into me, and I lift my hips off the bed once again.
Removing it, I move onto my side, pushing my ass to the edge of the bed, hoping he takes the hint.
He laughs, and I’m not even ashamed of how desperate I am for him. He runs his fingers between my ass, applying pressure as he leans over the bed, his lips almost touching mine. “Want me to fuck that ass again, little darling?”
“Yes,” I breathe, my pulse racing at the thought. He told me in the bathroom at the Minson Hotel that I’d beg him to fuck me. “Please …” I wanted to laugh then, but I understand what he meant now because I would beg this man to do the most depraved things to me. I’d crawl on my hands and knees and beg him to make his little darling a whore.
“Do you want me to stretch it beforehand or make it hurt?” he asks, his finger moving to my wet pussy, and I groan, wanting more of him.
“Make it hurt.” I whimper the words, unable to hide my embarrassment. I loved the way he fucked my ass last time. Fuck, the humiliation that comes with it after he’s done with me. I know my husband will hold me in his strong arms and tell me how good I was for him.
I’m dying to be his good girl.
A knock sounds on the door, and I sag when he removes it, rolling onto my back. Grabbing a hold of the covers, he yanks the comforter up to my neck. I sit up, gathering the fluffy material, and hold it to cover my chest while he walks to the door, not worried that he’s only in a towel. Opening the door, I see Ryat standing there. “Everything is good to go.”
Tyson nods. “Give me ten.” He then closes the door, and I allow the comforter to drop to the bed, exposing my chest to him, hoping he gets the not-so-subtle hint.
“Does that mean you’re not going to fuck me?” I stick out my bottom lip. I know my husband, and he’ll want more than ten minutes in bed with me.
He chuckles, coming around and kissing my lips tenderly. “Always so fucking needy.” His hand drops to my breasts, and he pinches my hard nipple, making me gasp while leaning into him. “Later. I promise.” He pulls away and looks down at me. “I want to take my time using my wife.”