His Infatuated Wife (My Arranged Marriage to a Billionaire #2) Read Online Marian Tee

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire Tags Authors: Series: My Arranged Marriage to a Billionaire Series by Marian Tee
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Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 17662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 88(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
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"That's where you're wrong. We're married, Jacques. That makes us one. And I don't want a marriage founded on lies."

Jacques stares at me in a mixture of frustration and exasperation. "I'm never going to get through to you with this, am I?"

"If you're asking me if I can stop wearing my heart on my sleeve," I say cheerfully, "the answer is no."

"Then you'll end up hurting yourself."

"What doesn't kill you makes you tougher," I quip.

"Riri---"

"Can we talk about something else?" I ask quickly. "Something more fun, like..."

My husband's gaze turns wary. "Like what?"

"Like when did you first realize I'm the girl you're meant to marry?"

"When I spoke to my lawyer," he answers without hesitation. "That's when I realized I needed someone foolish enough to say yes to the kind of marriage I want."

"Very funny."

"But true, though."

And knowing Jacques, I'm sure he means it.

"Let me rephrase then. When did you first realize you were attracted to me?"

"I never said I was."

"Ha! I bet it was the same for you, wasn't it? You wanted me from the very start---"

"Yes."

My heart feels like it's about to explode.

I didn't think he'd admit that.

But since he had---

"You promised you'd let me love you," I whisper.

"I did."

"So keep your promise," I hear myself say, "and don't move a muscle."

I can feel him watching me as I slowly slide off his lap and get down on my knees on the carpeted floor.

I reach for him with trembling hands, and I hear him hiss when my fingers finally brush against the zip of his trousers.

"Have you ever dreamt of this, husband?"

My heart starts to hammer as I slowly unzip him.

"Of me going down on my knees so I can take you inside my mouth?"

"You know I have."

His honesty continues to disarm me, and it just makes me so, so giddy that I'm suddenly full of courage. I carefully pull his throbbing length out of his pants, and he growls my name under his breath as my fingers tighten around him.

The way he's staring at me still already has my panties completely drenched, and when I finally take him inside of my mouth---

Oh! My! Gosh!

I know he doesn't just look big.

I've also felt how big he is whenever he's inside of me.

But when I'm pleasuring him with my mouth, I realize how his size takes a whole new dimension, and---aaaah.

He suddenly grips my hair as he starts fucking my mouth hard, and I start seeing stars when I feel him actually swell against my tongue.

Oh gosh, how much bigger can he get?

One part of me is genuinely terrified, but the fact that he's still swelling also makes me wetter and hornier, and I suddenly have this irresistible need to see my husband lose control.

The mere thought of it makes my breasts ache, and I start sucking harder and harder.

I can barely breathe at this point, but I don't care.

All I want is to see Jacques lose his mind over what I'm doing---

"Riri, fuck."

It's the only thing he says, the only warning I get before he explodes inside of my mouth.

Aaaah.

My eyes squeeze shut as his thick hot seed rushes down my throat.

It's my first time to do anything like this, but I know just enough to keep swallowing and sucking.

Swallow and suck.

Swallow and suck.

Swallow and suck.

Until I hear my husband groan.

And when I finally lift my gaze to his, I have my reward.

It's my beautiful husband looking at me like he's mine.

Mine.

But as Jacques gently pull me back to my lap, I also feel the phone in his pocket start vibrating, and I can't help it.

I can't help but wonder.

Mine.

He's mine...for now.

But for how long?

Will we even make it to a year if Eva decides to cause trouble between us?

Jacques

"Promise me two things," my wife tells me seriously when we get to my apartment, "and I won't make a fuss about you having dinner with Eva to tell her about our marriage."

I wait for the asshole in me to rear its ugly horns and tell Riri that I don't need to ask her permission to do anything.

Or at least remind her that our marriage isn't "real".

But when I see the pain in her eyes, all I want for her is to stop hurting.

"Whatever it is you want, you have it. But before you even ask me anything---"

I pull her into my arms, and it kills me to feel her body shaking so hard against mine.

"I want you to know that nothing will ever happen between Eva and me. She's my friend, and that's all she'll ever be."

Riri pulls away with a shake of her head. "That's what you think."

"Don't you trust me?"

"I don't trust her."

"You don't even know her," I remind her.

"All I know is that she's in love---"

"No, Riri," I say gently. "You don't know that either. Not really."



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