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)
“Please, baby. I need you.” He walks me backwards and I stumble, tripping on the pool of red lace at my ankles. But I don’t fall, because he scoops me up and then he stumbles and falls onto the bed with me, smiling, eyes alight with amusement.
“Oops,” he quips.
“I don’t think you’re being fair here. Trying to use your grief to manipulate me into sex.”
“Of course I’m not being fair. I’ll do whatever I have to do to get inside you. Don’t you know that by now, wife?”
I sigh and roll my eyes. “Seriously, you’re upset about things and what you’re trying to do right now isn’t going to solve anything for you. In fact, all it’s gonna do to me is make me feel bad afterwards.”
“But why do you feel bad afterwards?” He touches my face again. “I fuck you and it feels good, doesn’t it? You know it does. And you deserve to feel good.” He runs his fingers through my hair and bites his lip, eyes on my boobs, which are spilling out of the strapless bra. “I’m gonna fuck you, Chloe.”
“No, Derek.”
“Yes. It’ll feel good and make us both happy.”
“There’s so much wrong with this… I can’t even.”
“Wrong with me you mean?”
I sigh again.
“I didn’t kill Hallman’s ex. I didn’t order it.”
“I know that now,” I whisper. “Craig told me. I’m sorry I didn’t believe you. But this isn’t the answer; it won’t fix things. You just had a really big and important conv-”
He covers my mouth. “Shh. I know you want this. Your eyes tell me even if your mouth denies it. And this…” He smiles and then his free hand dips between my legs and fingers slide through to hook the crotch of the thong to the side just a little, which is all it takes for him to find that I’m slippery. “This…” he chuckles darkly, “tells us everything we both need to know. Doesn’t it?”
I can’t answer with my mouth covered.
“The only problem here is your mouth, wife. So… let’s take that out of the equation, yeah?” He lets go of my mouth so he can yank on his tie, then he loosens it, pulls it over his head and shakes his head smiling. “Shoulda thought of this weeks ago.”
“No,” I protest, giving him an expression that irrefutably shows that I mean business. “Don’t you dare gag me.”
But he does dare. He moves lightning fast and secures the tie by looping it over my head and quickly pulling the tail to make it taut between my teeth.
I struggle, but he effortlessly pins my hands and holds both my wrists with one fist, then snaps his fly undone and can barely wait to get his dick into me. I writhe and grunt with frustration, but he smiles. He smiles a smile that belongs to a man half angel, half monster. And damn it, but I’m wetter. My heart is racing with excitement now. And it feels so, so wrong.
“Give in, listen to your pussy. Give it what it wants. It wants to be pounded. It wants to help your husband forget how fucking much it hurts for a few minutes.”
I stop writhing.
“God, I love seeing these rings on your finger.” He kisses my ring finger just above where the rings rest.
I see the flash of his ring on his hand and a flash of something in his eyes. This along with the sound of his voice, the way he feels holding me, impaling me, wanting me… makes me nod.
He stills, eyes scanning my face.
I nod again and he flinches. He’s looking at me with disbelief.
I nod again, harder. He pins me harder, daring me to change my mind with just those expressive eyes.
I grunt, pulling my right hand hard. He releases it. I pull at the gag and he helps me, releasing it.
His eyes are full of questions. He’s aching to know what I’m trying to say.
As the gag is lowered to my throat, I squeeze my inner muscles around him. His expression shows me he feels it.
“Just go,” I rasp. “Just go! Fuck me. Fuck me as hard as you want me. Take me, Derek. Do it!”
His nostrils flare and he slams his hips forward, letting out a snarling, animalistic sound as he grabs a fistful of my hair, using it to get my mouth to his.
“I fucking love you, love you so much, baby. This is what I need. You. You make me feel and I hate and love it at the same time. You say I’m psycho. I am, Chloe. But you have the power to get me as close as I can get to normal. Just use it. Use that power and get whatever you want, baby. Give yourself to me and take me. Take me as I am. Know that yes, I’m fuckin’ cracked, but I’m yours. I’ll do anything for you, as long as it’s not you asking me to stop being your husband.”