Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“My heart, honey,” I tell her, my fingers pushing between the lips of her pussy and zeroing in on her clit.
“You… you love me?” she asks, her eyes wide.
In that moment I hate myself, because I see the hope she’s harboring and too innocent to hide from me.
“I don’t really do love, Dragonfly,” I admit, almost wishing I’d just gone ahead and lied to her when I see her disappointment.
“Then what are you talking about?” she asks, moaning because I’m massaging her clit over and over. She’s losing herself to the sensation as her legs open, giving my hand more room.
I shift my position so I’m stretched above her. My fingers find her entrance and I slide them inside, while keeping my thumb pressed against her clit.
“I gave you my cut. I fought my own man over you and soon, Dragonfly, you’re going to have my name.”
“Your name?” she whimpers when I begin fucking her more purposely with my fingers. She’s going to come soon—but then, that’s what I want. I watch as desire and pleasure clash on her expression and her head rocks back and forth.
“You’re going to marry me, Toi. You’re going to be my wife.”
“I am?” she cries loudly, at the same exact moment I push her robe up her body and run the tip of my tongue over her clit.
“You’re the first for me, Toi.”
“What?” she asks.
“You’re the only woman that I’ve looked at and seen forever in her eyes. I’m keeping you Toi. You’re never getting away from me, Dragonfly.”
“Oh God, Marcum. I’m going to come.”
“You’re going to marry me too, aren’t you, Toi?”
“But—”
“Aren’t you, honey?”
“Yes! Anything! Just please, Marcum, finish me… Oh God, please make me come.”
“That’s my girl.” I smile. Hell, I’m close to fucking laughing again, but this time with complete happiness. My club is in fucking chaos, my kids are upset and Toi somehow has worked a miracle. I suck on her clit and twist my fingers inside of her, raking them against her walls. She disintegrates in my arms, jerking and quivering under my mouth. I use my body to keep her pinned to the bed, refusing to let her move. I eat her pussy and slowly bring her back down. Her fingers are twisted in my hair and she tries to hold my face exactly where she wants me.
Eventually I look up at her. Her breathing is so ragged her body is shaking with it. Her eyes are closed and she’s so beautiful like this.
Beautiful and mine.
“Toi, honey. I’m going to need you to see the doctor tomorrow,” I tell her.
As predicted, her eyes open and for a moment I find myself drowning in a sea of blue. Jesus, she is breathtaking.
“What?” she asks. “Why?”
“Your voice, honey.”
“Marcum, I told you there’s nothing they can do. I’ve been like this for a long time.”
“Then why have you been yelling at me, Toi?”
“Because… Wait… I…”
“Have been yelling at me, honey. Practically this whole time.”
Her mouth opens. It closes and then opens again and then tears begin falling from those beautiful blue depths. I don’t mind these tears though, because my Toi is happy and I can’t help but feel like I had a part in that.
Yeah. I’m keeping her.
46
Toi
“Toi stop being sad,” Marcum grumbles, helping me off his bike.
“Can’t help it,” I whisper—and it is a whisper. Last night I was talking normal. Heck, I was yelling and then I woke up this morning… and it’s back to the way it was before. Marcum won’t admit it, but I saw the disappointment in his face too.
“We’ll go see this guy and see what he says, honey.”
“I hate doctors.” I mumble the words, not that Marcum would know that because you can barely hear me. In truth, he probably doesn’t. The parking garage is loud with cars starting and moving around us.
“I’ve picked that up about you, Dragonfly,” he answers, shaking his head.
We’re silent on the elevator ride and during the wait in the doctor’s office. I’m silent because I’m nervous. Maybe Marcum is regretting his promises to me and that’s why he’s quiet—I’m afraid to ask. I don’t know why I’m having such a hard time taking him on his word, but I am.
“Mr. and Mrs. Kincaid, the doctor will see you now,” the nurse announces and my heart beats erratically in my chest.
“Mr. and Mrs.?”
Marcum doesn’t answer my question; he just squeezes my hand. I start to question him further, but before I can we’re ushered into a small office. There’s a man in a white doctor’s coat sitting behind the desk and when we walk in, he looks up with a smile.
“Mr. Kincaid. It’s good to meet you, and I take it you are Toi?” he asks, extending his hand. Marcum nods, but he doesn’t reach out and shake the doctor’s hand.