Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Mine.
I’ll prove it too. To her. To me. To the world.
Getting up from the bed, I go to the bathroom and light the decorative candle. The light is softer, kinder. I leave it on the nightstand and flick off the overhead lights. The wax smells like vanilla. It’s romantic. She’ll sleep better like this.
I pick up the ring and study it in the gentle light of the flame. The emblem is fitting. It suits our family and what we stand for. The gold is twenty-four carats, the purest you can buy. Its melting point isn’t as high as iron’s. Gold is a soft metal. It needs to reach two hundred and sixty degrees Celsius to inflict a third degree burn that will leave a permanent scar. The temperature in the center of the flame is one thousand four hundred degrees. I hold the head just long enough over the flame, still burning my fingers.
The band of the ring scorches my fingertips when I kneel between Sabella’s legs. Carefully, I press the flat side that’s glowing red on the mound of her pussy, just above her slit. Ten seconds are enough. When I pull away, she’s wearing a circle with two wolves facing each other, their intertwined bodies eternally locked together on her skin.
Branded with my mark on her pussy, she’s not only ethereally beautiful. She’s utterly perfect.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FIVE
Angelo
For the rest of the night, I don’t sleep. I untie Sabella’s wrists and make sure she’s comfortable before retrieving a first-aid kit from my bag. I never travel without one. In my line of business, I never know when I’ll need it. Using a sterile saline solution, I disinfect the brand mark. Then I simply watch her.
I’m fast getting addicted to the sight of her naked. I never want to see another woman without her clothes. I don’t want to spoil the perfect picture seared into my brain.
The burn is a little swollen. It will hurt for a few days, but it’s a lesson she needed to learn. I’ll have to take care that the wound doesn’t get infected. It needs to heal properly. The picture I branded into her skin needs to be as flawless as she is. She’s too beautiful to carry anything ugly on her body.
When the sun comes up, I blow out the candle and put the do-not-disturb sign on the door. Her family and friends are not going to look for her before eleven. I’m aware of the brunch her brother organized. Sadly, she’s not going to make it.
At a reasonable hour, I call reception and instruct them to leave a message from Sabella for her brother, saying she’s sleeping off a hangover. Going through her clutch bag and taking out her phones, both hers and the one I gave her, is another shameless act of invading her privacy. My objective is to make sure the phones are charged, but I’m not going to miss out on an opportunity to steal a glimpse at her content.
Using her thumb print to unlock the phone, I open her photos. Most are of the beach, Pirate, or her family. She’s not a big fan of selfies, it seems. What surprises me are the videos. There must be a hundred or more, all of underwater sea life. Some of those videos are downright astounding.
From our chats during that first year, I know her dream is to become a marine biologist. Now I understand how passionate she is about the subject. I was going to tell her she needn’t attend university. Enrolling in February only to drop out in June is pointless. However, I didn’t consider the depth of her interest. If this is truly her ambition, I should look into a degree she can complete at home. My home. Which will soon be ours. For now, maybe it’s better that she keeps busy. It’s best to keep up the front until the time is right.
I leave the phones to charge, go back to bed, turn her on her stomach, and push a pillow under her hips. I arrange her with her elbows bent at her sides and her hands next to her head. Face to the side. Feet wide. Legs spread. Then I crawl over her and wet the tip of my hard dick in the slickness of her slit.
Catching my weight on my palms, I brush my lips over the shell of her ear. “Sabella.” My voice is hoarse with desire, rough from holding back. “Wake up, cara.”
Her folds stretch around me. I rock my hips, sinking the head of my cock into the sweet heat of her pussy.
I kiss her temple. “Open your eyes, bella.” A devil’s promise now. “I don’t want to fuck you while you’re unconscious.”
She moans, her lips parting and a frown pleating her brow.
“That’s it, my good girl.” I press my lips on her neck. “It’s time to wake up, gorgeous.”