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)
She doesn’t answer me. She also doesn’t look away. I know she sees just how serious I am.
“I want to make you happy, wife. I want you to love me back. I’m not gonna stop trying to get that. But I’m telling you right now that if you let anybody have what’s already mine, what you promised at that altar…” I shake my head, “I don’t care that I threatened you and made you make those promises. You made them. You’re keeping them. Or I will rip that person limb from limb and yes, I’ll make you watch. Because maybe then you’d get it. That I won’t ever be done with you. That my threats are never empty. But if it comes to that, know that you’d have ruined me, Chloe. Ruined. Me. If anybody else touches you like this? Like I’m touching you now? Lava will run in my veins until the end of my days. And I still won’t let you go. Do you understand me?”
I pull my hips back and snap them forward again, making her whimper.
I grab her left hand and kiss her wedding rings. “You’re mine. Don’t run away from me again without telling me where you are. It made me half-crazy.”
“Half-crazy?” she mutters defiantly, her chin trembling.
“If you do it again, you’ll see me go full-on crazy. I’ll chain you to this bed and fuck you so rough you’ll swear I’m rearranging your guts with this cock, and I’ll do it for a week straight before I unchain you.”
She sniffles.
“I wanna make you happy, woman. I love you and I want you to love me back. Nothing you can think to do will mean I’ll let you go. But what you do will impact how the rest of our life together will go. Tell me you understand.”
She nods, tears streaming down her face. She sniffles and makes another shuddering sobbing sound.
I bury my face in her neck and breathe her in as I continue to fuck her in a hard, bruising way. Skin slaps skin. Hips bruise hips. I fuck her so hard I know I’ll be bruised in the morning, which means so will she.
I come. But it’s barely satisfying, because I’m not remotely ready to be done. When I pull out, I take her over my lap and finger fuck her hard, alternating between twisting her clit and her nipples until she cries into the sheets. And now I’m hard again, so I give her ass one wallop of a slap before I fuck her again. And I fuck her for so long, in several different positions, that I’m exhausted by the time I finish.
On our sides, I wrap both arms around her from behind, burying my face in her soft hair. I pass out, clinging to her.
I’m woken by the phone ringing. I try to ignore it. It rings again. And stops. And starts again. I slept like absolute shit the last two nights and don’t want to let go of her. She’s so warm, soft, and cuddling me, too.
“Derek?” she whispers. I tighten my hold on her.
The phone is again ringing.
“Derek, she repeats.
I kiss her and snuggle her closer.
It keeps ringing and she’s tense, so finally I roll over and reach to the floor for my jeans and fish out the phone.
Why is Carson calling me at four AM?
“Carson?” is how Derek answers the phone. “Tell me,” he snaps a second later.
And the way his body seizes up seconds after this has me turning the lamp on.
His jaw is slack, his face looks stricken. It takes an unnaturally long time for him to even blink.
I hear Carson is still speaking, but Derek’s hand drops and the phone falls to the bed as he sits the rest of the way up, throwing his legs over, putting his elbows to his thighs, his head into his hands.
“Derek?” I call.
He’s frozen.
I lift the phone from the blankets.
Carson is talking. “Mr. Steele? Derek, are you there?”
“Carson, hi, it’s Chloe. What’s wrong?”
“Where’s Derek, Mrs. Steele?” Carson asks.
Derek doesn’t try to take the phone from me. He’s not even looking at me.
“He’s right here. He’s visibly upset. What’s wrong?”
“There was a terrible accident, Mrs. Steele,” Carson says softly, but his voice wavers. “He… he should get to the airport as soon as possible. I’ve contacted his siblings and have the jet on the way here to pick all but Naomi up to bring them to New York, so they can get to the hospital.”
“What happened?” I ask.
“His parents were in a terrible car accident in New York.”
“How terrible?” I ask.
Derek is just hunched over. It’s bad. Really bad.
What Carson says next has me shocked. So shook, I find myself putting my hand on Derek’s back.
“Mrs. Steele died on scene. Mr. Steele has been in surgery for a couple of hours already. The hospital staff says it doesn’t look good.”