Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 51855 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51855 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
I drag my gaze from Devrim’s proud profile and continue down the corridor to my desk. So far, the “press office” is just me and a computer, writing up press releases about King Anson’s meetings with the Prime Minister, the new laws that are being passed to make Paravel a better country, and a sprinkling of news about social events to keep the tabloids happy.
Today, I have half a dozen photographs of King Anson, shaking hands with the French President to send out. I lose myself in the work, typing up press release to go with it and consulting the notes I took, while being mentored by Miss Longe. I’m still not confident about what I’m doing yet, so one press release can take three hours as I draft and redraft it.
I feel someone behind me, and then a warm kiss is pressed against the nape of my neck. A red-sleeved arm wraps around my waist.
I laugh, softly, and reach up behind me to slide my fingers into his short, curly hair.
“Daddy,” I whisper. “It’s the middle of the day. Haven’t you got work to do?”
“Corporal Vanderburgh is inspecting the men. I thought I’d come and inspect you. Hmm,” he murmurs into my ear, stroking his hand along the waistband of my skirt. “You’re wearing too much clothing. I’m severely displeased.”
My eyes dart around the empty office. I don’t have a boss. King Anson is happy for me to keep my own hours as long as I do the work that he and his assistants email me. Living with Mama, Devrim and I don’t have a great deal of time alone together, except when we meet at our secret flat for long, delicious afternoons.
It’s been days, since we were alone, though.
“I don’t want to disappoint Daddy,” I murmur, getting to my feet and leading him by the hand into a side room. We keep the photocopier and office supplies in here, but nobody ever uses it but me.
As soon as we’re alone, he pushes my skirt up, sits my on a table and draws my underwear down my legs. He pushes my underwear into his pocket and spreads me open before him. The hungry expression on his face is entrancing.
With two fingers rubbing on my clit, he asks, “Have you thought more about what we talked about?”
I let my head tip back as the pleasurable sensations roll through me. “You really want a baby?” I ask, breathlessly.
He kisses me hard. “I do. I want our child more than anything. I want more than one.” He pushes his fingers inside me, thrusting slowly.
I lock my knees around his hips and lean back on my hands, reveling in the sensations. “Shouldn’t we wait until we’re married? What if I walk down the aisle with a baby bump?”
Devrim growls in my ear. “Fuck, sweetheart, are you trying to make me crazy? Imagine how beautiful you’d look.”
“But people will talk,” I tease. He knows I don’t care about that, but I like to remind him how obsessed he was with the correct way of doing things, once upon a time, so we can enjoy how much he’s changed. How we’ve both changed.
We’re happy.
“They’ll say that the Archduke couldn’t keep his hands off his beautiful, young bride, and who can blame him?”
I reach for his belt and undo his pants. His hard, veiny length feels hot in my hands. “Yes, Daddy,” I whisper, gazing up at him. “I want to have your baby.”
His hazel eyes light with pleasure. “Then let’s start trying now.”
It only takes him a moment to sheath himself inside me. With one hand braced against the wall and the other behind my hips, he pumps into me.
I hold onto his uniform jacket and moan. “You feel even better like this.”
Devrim presses his face into my throat, testing my flesh with his teeth. “Fuck, sweetheart. Daddy loves your tight little pussy.”
It’s frantic and hard to keep quiet. Both of us are incredibly turned on by skin on skin and the thought that I could be pregnant by the end of the day. I kiss him, feeling the prickle of his beard, and then my head tips back as I come.
Devrim crushes me to him and finishes with three hard thrusts. Then he doesn’t want to let me go. I don’t want to let him go, either, so I wrap both my arms around him, while he’s still deep inside me.
“Let it be soon,” he breathes in my ear.
I know he means our marriage. Having children. Waiting doesn’t make much sense, for us, when we’re so in love. A smile breaks over my face. It’s such a beautiful word, and I feel myself drawn to it, more and more, with every breath I take. Soon.
“Yes, Daddy. Let’s make it soon.”
Epilogue
Aubrey
“They won’t break off their engagement just because you don’t like it. You’re better off moving on and finding a man of your own, dear.”