Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Fucking her like this will be like two caged animals set free after being locked away from water and food. Her eyes finally leave her own image and travel hesitantly to mine as I lean against the doorframe.
“You married me to hurt him. Not to make an alliance?”
Did I read this wrong? How could she possibly be mad at me? She wanted a safe place to land and get back at her father, and I created that for her. Giuseppe can’t touch her. No, he can’t go anywhere near her. Emelia is the ruler. The checkmate.
“That’s what you’re focused on? I gave you fucking freedom.”
“Answer me. Did you use me to hurt him and settle some score?”
Slowly rolling my head from side to side and popping my neck, I fixate on the cracking before I speak.
“Yes, I used you as a pawn. What are you going to do, Emelia? Run back to him? You’re fucking free. Besides—”
“Fuck me,” she orders, cutting off my words and gaining on me. I’m stunned but prepare for impact.
Her hungry eyes tell me all I need to know. We collide, and I bend, wrapping my hands violently in her hair. The same violence bleeds into each other’s kiss. We fight, dual, both wanting the upper hand. I tilt my head to get a deeper taste. Not even air can slip from between us, and it still isn’t close enough.
“Emelia.” I separate us, leaning down farther and taking her full, luscious ass in my hands and squeezing it to the point of bruising.
“Yes, God, yes!” she cries, leaning and nipping at my chin and my neck.
“What do you say to me?”
She isn’t mad. No—far from that. The question she posed was for surety that I in fact gave her what she never knew she could have. Even if she was a pawn, she broke out and got away from it, and now she has the backing of more than a thousand men.
She loves the fact that she was the weapon used against her father.
If she told me tonight that she wanted to go after him and end his life, ruin the legacy of her grandfather, and destroy and take over everything he claimed was his, I wouldn’t hesitate. I would go without a backward glance. That might be the battle I would enter with the most excitement than any other I ever have before. I never thought revenge would be this sweet.
“What do you mean?” she pants, trying to push back enough to get to my tux jacket.
I grip the hair at the nape of her neck and yank her head back. Through gritted teeth, I ask her again, but this time with more force.“What do you say to me for getting you out of that family?”
Not a second’s pause. “Thank you. Thank you, sir.”
“Such a good girl. Open your mouth for me.”
She tilts her head and raises a brow, but because I demand her to do it, like an obedient fuck toy, she does it,opening her mouth wide.
I spit down her throat, and she moans.
“Swallow it.”
She does, and a wicked gleam dances in her eyes.
“Go to the bed. Take the dress off and put on a fucking show,” I tell her, biting her lip and making sure she bleeds. Yelping, she steps back, takes her pointer finger, and touches the painted red tip to where blood is now seeping from her plump lip.
“If you stay still, I will spank your ass till that bleeds too. Go.”
She jumps into action, her eyes sparkling with desire.
With a harsh tug and pull, I am out of my tie and jacket while I watch that silky material slide down her body. A bra and no fucking panties. Her ass, God, it's so damn thick I want to bite it.
“Like this?” She bends over to untie the bows of her heels, and her cunt is in full view. So clear I can see it glistening.
“You're doing such a good job, preparing for your husband.”
“Do you want to fuck me? Like this?” Stopping the work on her heels, she reaches back, separates her legs enough I can watch, and slides two fingers beautifully into her slick, sweet center. If I could die with this image, I would. In fact, I would like to take a picture of her just like this and hang it above our bed.
“Fuck your pussy. Because I’m not holding back tonight. You’re taking it all. Everything. I will even fuck that heart-shaped ass and claim it. You’ll be too damn sore to do anything but lay in bed.”
Emelia cries out, but it sounds more like a needy whimper than fear, all while her fingers simultaneously fuck her cunt, the sound of her wetness as loud as our heavy breathing. I love knowing that even though she is soaked, her cunt is still tight. That body was made for a man like me, built to take a husband who could fuck her into oblivion.