Total pages in book: 225
Estimated words: 218500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1093(@200wpm)___ 874(@250wpm)___ 728(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 218500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1093(@200wpm)___ 874(@250wpm)___ 728(@300wpm)
“Oh, you’re gonna go get an annulment and stop bothering me?” I ask, but my voice is shaky.
He shakes his head like he finds me funny.
“Best get this consummated now then so annulments are off the table, huh?” He walks me to the bed, and we fall down onto it, him on his back, me on top of him. He quickly rolls me to my back and shoves the lace nightie up, growling his approval when he exposes the tiny white thong underneath. He moves down my body while gathering the skirt of the nightie up until it’s fully above my waist.
“Yeah,” he whispers as his mouth touches down gently between my legs, kissing over the thong. His hot breath makes goosebumps rise. He hooks into the thong at both hips with his thumbs and hauls it down before moving up my body.
“Undo my pants, wife,” he whispers against my mouth.
He looks and sounds so sexy. That thick wedding band on his hand is going to attract even more attention, because women who see it are going to wonder what kind of husband he is, wonder what sort of woman could snag a man this hot.
I want to knee him in the balls. I want to scream out a primal war cry while kneeing him in the balls and raking my freshly manicured nails across his perfect face. I feel ready to wage a war against him. He’d gone too far from day one and now he’s gone far beyond that.
But now we’re married. He’s ripped me out of my life and inserted me into his.
I was terrified for Alannah, Adam, and Craig. And now I’m absolutely furious.
I had no hope in hell of changing his mind, not when I tried to be bitchy, not when I tried to be cold and freeze him out. He was resolute in his determination to have me and now it’s done. I’ve signed the contract – the marriage paperwork – I’ve said the vows and worn the dress, which now hangs in the bathroom.
It’s over. I’m married to Derek Steele.
But what’s next?
“Are you not feeling like my good girl right now? Are you, my beautiful wife, feeling naughty? Because your eyes are full of fire. And I gotta say, I kinda fucking like it. Look how hard you’re making me.” He presses his erection between my legs to show me. “I’m gonna spend the next few hours kissing you all over, fucking you hard. Fucking you gentle. Making you cry out over and over. You’re gonna suck your husband’s cock, you’re gonna take it in that sweet pussy and milk it dry, then when it’s hard again, I’ll ram through that tight ring of your ass again while I whisper into your skin that you’re mine.”
How did my life so drastically change in the past few weeks? Well, it drastically changed earlier this year and now again. And I’ve been powerless over all of it. I want some power back.
I whimper out some frustration and try to fight him off as he kisses me, slapping his face, but he pins my wrists and his eyes prod deep into my soul as he shakes his head, his cheek pink from my slap.
“Please, Chloe, don’t make our first time as husband and wife be me forcing you.”
Incensed, I snarl, “No! No, you don’t get this.” I shake my head with disgust, “You do not get my submission right now, Derek. No! Not after what you’ve done today. If you’re determined to have me right now, it’s only gonna be with a fight.”
He shrugs. “If you say so.” His eyes light up with something wild before he grabs the bodice of the beautiful, expensive lace nightgown that I know from the tag came from France and cost over two grand, and he rips it down, breaking a strap and exposing one of my breasts.
I shouldn’t have expected any less, but somehow I did.
I gasp, but that’s all I get out as his tongue is suddenly in my mouth. He fiddles with his tux pants and then he’s breaching me between the legs, ramming in hard.
I yelp in pain and try to fight, try to struggle, but his weight is pressing me to the bed and there’s no escape.
“Shh,” he whispers, palm covering my mouth. “Shh.” He pulls out and thrusts back in slowly, fingers from his free hand sliding between us and pressing against my clit as I shove him, clawing at his shoulders, trying to push him off.
I’ve drawn blood with a scratch on his arm, which makes me stop. He doesn’t stop though. He rubs little circles between my legs while I’m still full of him, while he continues to flex his hips, adding a rotation motion and increasing pace on both his finger circles and with his hips. His eyes bore into mine while his hand continues to cover my mouth.