Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 148220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
“I do,” she breathes against my mouth.
“Then you must be feeling real good now. Because you’ve got me tied up in knots from needing you so bad.”
“There’s some payback, then.” Her lips curve under mine. “You tied me up, too.”
Damn this girl, always making me laugh. “You liked that?”
She gives a tiny nod before admitting, “Though maybe not the tied-to-the-bed part as much as I did the you-taking-what-you-wanted part.”
That’s the part I liked, too. And it wasn’t a rope that held her still that first time. Won’t be what holds her still now. I reach for her left hand, bringing her wedding ring up to my lips, watching the flare of her eyes when I press a kiss to the gold band.
“This ring is how I’m tying you up now, Maxine,” I tell her in a voice that’s pure gravel. “And I’ll be taking what I need from my wife. Only my wife. Yeah?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“This ring means that anytime I want—and that’ll be real damn often—you’ll spread those pretty thighs for me. Yeah?”
She’s trembling beneath me. “Yes.”
“You ain’t gonna fight?”
Maxine shakes her head, then pauses. “Unless you want me to?”
“Not gonna lie. It’s sexy as fuck when you fight,” I say, nipping her soft bottom lip. “But better you save the struggling for after I’m inside you, when you’re pushing at me and crying that you can’t come even one more time. Christ, getting the last one out of you while you’re fighting against it is always the hottest damn ride.”
She makes a small needy sound. “Try getting another out of me now.”
“Not yet,” I say, though my dick’s already aching again. “Because you told me that you liked how I crossed lines to have you, but I don’t think you know how wide of a line I crossed when I married you.”
For a moment she looks baffled. “You think I don’t know that planning to kill Papa is crossing a line?”
Well, shit. That wasn’t what I meant. But probably best she knows this, too. “Crossing a line for you, maybe. Not for me. As far as I’m concerned, Papa’s garbage—and I’m always happy to take out the trash.”
“Oh.” Her expression clears. “Tusk, too?”
“Yeah.” Was real happy to take out that trash. “But that’s not what I’m talking about. I told you this marriage is to protect you if we ever end up in court. But that’s a load of bullshit.”
Maxine goes real still. “How is it bullshit?”
“Because even though what I said about husband and wife privilege is true, I sure as fuck don’t need a marriage license to protect you.” And my heart’s about to pound through my chest, because this might end up being a step too far over that line. “But I figured that as soon as you started thinking about all the shit I said to you and did to you, you’d take off. And I wanted to make it harder for you to get rid of me. So I told you that we ought to get married.”
She stares up at me in disbelief. “But you lied about why?”
“Yeah, angel. I did. Though I didn’t think you’d ever let me touch you again. I just knew that I had a big hole in me after I got out of the Cage…and that being with you filled it up, made me feel good again. But I also knew that if you left, it’d rip another hole in me. One I wouldn’t ever recover from. So I locked you down with that ring.”
“That’s so wrong,” she breathes.
“I know it.” My throat feels raw all of a sudden. “But you oughta know that this is how bad I need you. And there’s not a line I won’t cross to keep you.”
“Even if I try to run away?”
Ice splinters through my chest. Hoarsely I ask her, “Are you going to?”
In answer, Maxine begins wriggling beneath me. Not trying to get away. Instead she begins working her long skirt upwards, hitching the silky fabric up to her waist…so she can spread her legs.
Real fucking wide. Until she’s lying open and vulnerable under me, her emerald eyes shining when they meet mine.
“Maybe one day I’ll run,” she says with a husky edge to her voice. “But only for fun, and only so you can catch me. Right now, I just want my husband to take what he needs. I just want to make him feel good.”
That’s what I want to do for her. But it sounds like me taking what I need is what she needs, too. “You want me to use your pussy real hard, angel? Want me to fuck you good and deep?”
She moans, her body moving restlessly. “Please.”
“Nah, not yet.” Roughly I tug down the front of her pretty white dress, baring her soft breasts and getting a handful of the left. “Because I’m gonna make sure your tight little fuckhole is real wet before I try getting into it again. And there’s a whole lot of you that I like taking.”