Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Sliding his cock inside her, he felt how tight she was. Rosalie always made sure to apply plenty of lubrication inside her, making it easy for him.
He grabbed her hips, and began to rock back-and-forth, wishing … for what exactly, he didn’t know. This was draining his fucking soul. Fucking for the sake of getting pregnant. He didn’t like Rosalie and she clearly hated him, but they had been thrust into this position. And he needed to know what kind of game Daemon was up to. He had a feeling Rosalie was the key, but he also knew she had nothing to do with her father, other than when Daemon reached out.
Rosalie never instigated any conversations, it was all Daemon, and as his men told him, she never looked happy after seeing her father. Why? What hold did Daemon have over her? Was it about Gabrielle? He would find out.
He picked up the pace, watching his cock slide in and out of her tight cunt. His stiff length was slick, and in the back of his mind, he couldn’t help but wish it had been because of her release. Colt had never brought Rosalie to orgasm. He’d never taken the time with her, to explore her body, and he certainly hadn’t seen her naked. Not properly.
After several minutes, Colt had no choice but to close his eyes and imagine Rosalie without all the restrictions. Thinking about her coming onto him, begging for his cock, needing it. He hated thinking about her like this, but in the past few months, these fantasies were the only things driving him. Holding onto her hips, he slid in balls-deep and filled her womb, wondering if this time, he’d finally make her pregnant. Colt didn’t even know if he wanted to have kids like this. What kind of parents would they be, if she couldn’t even stand to be in his company?
Once he was finished, he pulled out of her and slid her panties back into place. All the other times, he left, giving her space. This time, he kept his hand placed at her ass, waiting. Rosalie tensed beneath his touch.
“Where’s Petal?” he asked.
“She had to go somewhere, an appointment, I think.” She shrugged.
“How are you getting home?” he asked.
“My feet.”
“That’s too far and I’m not having you walk alone along this dirt road,” he said.
“I don’t need you to take me anywhere, and it’s perfectly safe.”
“You’re not going.”
Rosalie pulled away from him, crawling across the bed, until she was opposite him. “Why does it matter? You do realize Petal isn’t always here, right? I have to find ways of getting home without her.”
He didn’t know. The few times Petal hadn’t been there, he figured she was coming back to get her friend.
“I’ve walked a few times now. Trust me, it’s fine.”
“It’s not happening,” Colt said. He slid his cock back inside his pants and stared across the bed at her. “You can stay here.”
“I’m not staying here.”
“What do you have against staying here?”
“This isn’t my home and I don’t need to stay here.”
“You’re my wife,” he said.
Rosalie chuckled. “Come on, you don’t have to try and use the whole ball-and-chain thing. You and I both know this is not a real marriage. We can’t stand each other.”
“Do you know a guy named Bug?” Colt asked.
“What?”
“Bug, one of the Evil Fuckers MC.”
“And so we’re back to that. What part of ‘I don’t have anything to do with my father or his club’ don’t you get?”
“I was there tonight,” Colt said. “A guy called Bug said you used to be around the club when you were young, a kid, I think.”
Rosalie frowned and shook her head. “No, that’s not true.”
“Would you even remember it?” Colt asked.
Rosalie threw her head back and laughed. “Seriously? You’re asking me if I’d remember that. You were at the clubhouse tonight. Other than coming to see you guys for the first time, I’ve never been there, and even as a kid, I imagine those memories would stay ingrained on my retinas. The small bit I saw, one of the women was wandering around like … begging for someone to have her.”
Colt smiled. “I did notice that. Then tell me why your father would act concerned about you?”
Rosalie frowned. “I just want to go home.”
“And I want to figure out what your dad is up to.”
“You expect me to have the answers to that?” Rosalie asked.
“You’re his daughter.”
“I don’t know him.”
“Why would he tell me that Gabrielle attempted to abort you, and then even tried to give you up for adoption?” Colt asked.
“That is … no, my mom would never do that,” Rosalie said. “She is … no, he’s lying.”
“And why would he lie?”
“Because he’s a fucking liar,” she said.
He noticed Rosalie shaking and the tears glistening in her eyes. “That man is the worst kind of bastard this world has ever seen. He is a monster and you think you can trust a single word that comes out of his mouth?”