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)
That was just a quick reward. I’m looking forward to putting her in uncomfortable positions and watching her come over and over while she begs me to stop. I’m going to show her what her body was made to do.
She rolls over onto her back and her heavy eyes look up at me. Leaning over the bed, I place my fists on either side of her head and lower my lips to hers. I kiss her, pushing my tongue into her mouth and she doesn’t pull away. She’s too exhausted; her body has no fight left in her. My tongue meets hers and she sucks on it, making me groan into her mouth. My cock is hard once again. But that’s all she gets tonight.
Pulling away and standing, I walk over to the door and go to flip off the light when I see her now sitting naked on the side of the bed. Her eyes dart around the room. “What are you looking for?” I ask.
She crosses her arms over her large chest as if I haven’t already seen her naked and looks up at me through her long dark lashes. “I don’t have any of my stuff here.” When she licks her lips, I refrain from smiling since I know that she can taste herself on them. She adds at my silence, “Like clothes or anything.”
I only allowed her to wear one outfit from what her mother packed and left her bag at the Minson Hotel for a reason. I wanted her father to find the suitcase and know exactly what I’m doing with her. “You’ll sleep naked,” I inform her.
Her shoulders slump. “I need clothes—”
“Your things will be delivered tomorrow,” I interrupt her. The stuff I think she’ll need anyway.
She nods and gets up on shaky legs and starts to walk toward the bathroom. I step away from the wall and grab her upper arm, bringing her to a stop. “What are you doing?” I can feel her body still shaking against mine from her orgasms.
“I’m going to clean myself up,” she replies softly.
I place my hands on either side of her face. “You will do no such thing.”
“Ty—”
“You’ll sleep next to me, your husband, naked, with cum between your thighs.” She inhales sharply. “Do you understand?”
Nodding, she whispers, “I understand.”
I allow her to pull away, and she crawls under the covers. I flip the light off and do the same thing, leaving some space between us. I interlock my fingers behind my head and stare up into the darkness, smiling to myself.
Part one of my revenge is complete.
LAIKYN
I lie on my side, my back to him, trying to get my breathing under control. Once again, my body is shaking, and I’m soaked between my thighs.
I should be embarrassed at how quickly he’s turned me into such a slut. I pushed my pussy into his face and practically begged him to let me come. I needed it. My body craved it. When I felt his tongue on me, I about lost it right then and there. Then the vibrating toy? I couldn’t stop the wave that washed over me. Then I didn’t want it to stop. Even now, my nipples are hard and my pussy still throbs.
Tears prick my eyes, and I sniff. Pulling my knees up to my chest, I pray that he’s fallen asleep and can’t hear me cry like a little bitch. I don’t even know why I’m upset. I mean, it’s been a long day and I’ve got a million things to cry over. I’m just not sure which one it is right this second.
My mind wanders back to the hotel room after the wedding. Has my father seen it? Does he know we were only there for a few hours? I knew that my father would see that I had bled for Luke, but Tyson? It was so messy. Blood everywhere. The thought of him seeing it makes me want to vomit.
I close my eyes and take in a deep breath. Speaking of Luke, what happened to him? Is he dead? My guess is that Tyson killed him. That’s why he went missing before Tyson showed up at the Cathedral and forced me to marry him. Even though I didn’t want to be with Luke, it doesn’t mean I wanted another dead body on my conscience.
The sound of a cell ringing fills the room, and I open my eyes when Tyson shifts in bed.
“Hello?” he answers, getting up. “Yeah…” He trails off, not wanting to speak any further with me lying next to him.
I watch him exit the bedroom, but he leaves the door open as he walks down the hall to the living room, out of earshot so I can’t hear his conversation.
Who would be calling him this late? Early? Blackout didn’t close until three in the morning. Then we cleaned up the club, plus our shower. The sun has to be coming up soon, if it’s not already.