Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 89772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
“Mmm…” he groaned, triggering me to feel all sorts of things I never had. “You feel damn fucking good in my arms.”
His lips were inches away from mine, and I swear I thought…
This was it.
The moment he’d kiss me again, and take away this ache he was creating deep inside my body. I thought he was going to make the first move, but he didn’t. He watched me with a predatory regard, inch-by-inch his eyes drank me in. There was something else there too, something I couldn’t put my finger on.
Lust.
Passion.
Love?
“I want to sleep with you exactly like this. I want to feel the weight of your body on top of mine. I want to wake up with you in my arms every day from here on out. Bottom line, Sin, I want you now and for all time.”
“Are you going to kiss me now?”
“If I kiss you, I won’t stop.”
“Who’s telling you to stop?”
“My conscience.”
“Oh, you have one of those?”
“I do when it comes to you.”
“I thought you said I was your wife and should be acting like one.”
“You sleeping in my arms is a damn good place to start.”
“What about fucking me? I thought you wanted that too?”
“Are you trying to provoke me?”
“Is it working?”
“I fuck, Sienna,” he breathed out against my lips in a rough, direct tone. “It’s all I’ve ever done. In mouths, asses, pussies. I don’t make love. I’ve never made love. I’m rough. I like it hard. I pull hair, I use straps, I choke. There’s something about wanting to see you at my mercy that makes my cock so fucking hard.”
Straps? Like tying me down?
“I’m always in control, even when you’re riding my dick. I want to fuck you so hard, just to make sure you’re sore, in pain, ready to take more. All of me. From the heart I don’t have, to the soul I sold to be yours, to my goddamn cock exploring every hole in your body. It’s taking every ounce of restraint inside of me right now, not to take you like that. It’s all I know. But with you…” He lightly swept his tongue along my bottom lip. “I want more. I don’t know what tomorrow will bring. Nothing in my life is guaranteed. I’ll protect you, taking my last breath if I have to. I demand you, I crave you, and those are terrifying things for a man like me to want. I don’t deserve you, but I’ll cherish you and never let you go. Till death do us part, Sienna. You have my word.”
“Promise?”
“My word is all I have.”
Softly, he finally kissed my mouth.
His lips were slow.
Tender.
Beckoning me to open up for him.
They did without me having a say in the matter. The way he claimed my tongue, left my body on fire. We kissed for what felt like hours, lost in each other.
Where there was no violence.
No blood.
No hate.
It was comforting.
Safe.
I fell asleep in his arms, only to wake up alone the next morning.
“Cruz.” I sat up, looking around the bedroom for him. He was nowhere to be found. However, in his place, there was a gift lying beside me.
With a note that read…
You make me want to be a better man.
Chapter 31
—Sienna—
You’d think it was Christmas by the excitement I felt opening the turquoise Tiffany box. Based on our conversation from last night, I thought it was going to be a new ring but once again, Cruz proved me wrong.
I gasped, overwhelmed by the diamond-encrusted horseshoe, shining brightly against the sun. It was breathtaking. I couldn’t believe he bought this for me, it meant so much.
When did he buy it?
How long did he have it?
I pulled the necklace out of the box and rushed into the bathroom. I wanted to put it on while taking a look in the mirror. Darting passed the threshold, I came to a complete stop. My eyes shifted toward the note that was taped on the vanity.
You look beautiful, Princesa.
The biggest smile appeared on my face, there was no hiding it.
Get dressed. Uncle Gino is waiting for you in the living room.
Pulling the note off the mirror, I set it on the counter, unable to contain my excitement. Quickly, I clasped on the necklace, admiring the pendent in the reflection for a few seconds, before I ran to the door. There in front of my eyes was another note from Cruz.
If you walk out of this room wearing that nightie, you’ll regret it. I promise.
I could pretty much hear his authoritative voice, echoing off the walls and into my mind. There was no denying my husband was a bastard, and I was half tempted to see what kind of punishment he’d deliver if I didn’t listen. I decided against it, too eager to find out what else awaited me. I threw on shorts and a tank, scurrying out of our bedroom and down the double staircase in the center of our house. Just as Cruz informed, Uncle Gino was sitting on the couch, reading the paper with a cup of coffee in his hand.