Total pages in book: 266
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
“I just want to take care of you,” I whisper. I want to do something no one else has ever done for him.
He frowns at my response. As if he’s trying to decide if I’m tricking him.
That’s my only job now. For the rest of my life. I’m on summer break from Barrington. I doubt he’ll let me return to the university in the fall. And a job…career? Men like Haidyn don’t want their wives to work. They want you devoted to them a hundred percent of the time. He doesn’t want kids so he will be the only person in my life. I’m not complaining. For once, I can see my future, and it’s just the two of us. There are no what-ifs anymore. I weighed my options when he asked me to be his Lady, and I made the choice to take him as my Lord.
“Okay, Charlotte.” He nods to himself and reaches down removing his shoes and socks. Then he undoes his belt before pushing his jeans down his legs along with his black boxer briefs so we’re both naked. Sitting down on the couch, he grabs my arms and pulls me onto him.
I straddle his legs, and my hands go to his broad shoulders.
“Do your worst, doll face.” He smirks. “But you’ll do it with my cock inside of you.”
His hand drops between our bodies, and I rise up to allow him to position his pierced dick against my pussy. He runs it back and forth, just teasing me for a few seconds, feeling how wet I already am for him.
My hips begin to rock back and forth, my want for him to fuck me growing hotter. When the head of his cock starts to push into my wet pussy, I lower my forehead to his and take in a deep breath.
He groans as I slide down onto his long and hard length. I go to rise up but his hands on my hips prevent it. “When I’m ready to fuck you, I will,” he states. “Until then, you’ll sit here on my lap with my cock inside your wet cunt. Understand?”
“Yes,” I answer and lick my lips.
“Good girl.” He sits back, his arms fanning the back cushions of the couch.
My eyes drop to his smooth and tatted chest, and I see the bullet wound. “When were you shot?” I come out and ask. “Was it recently?” The scar looks messy and new.
“Yes.” Is all he answers.
“Since you’ve met me?” I dig deeper. Haidyn isn’t the type of man to go into detail. You have to keep it simple with yes and no answers to get any information out of him.
“Yes.”
My eyes lift to meet his. “Is that why you left Carnage?”
“Yes and no.”
I don’t understand what the fuck that means but it makes me wonder if he did it himself. Maybe after the second try he was too ashamed to stay there with his brothers. But a part of me, a bigger part of me tells me it has to do with Ashtyn. And I hate that my mind immediately goes to her when I think of him getting hurt in any type of way.
“Does it hurt?” I question.
“No.”
He’s lying. I saw him rubbing it when I walked in here before he took two big glasses of alcohol. I don’t see him drink very often.
It could be because you almost handed him over to the Lords tonight.
I ignore that voice in my head and lean over, pick up the lotion and pump it twice into my other hand. Then toss it back to the side. Running my hands together, I try to warm it up before I place my hands flat on his chest and begin to massage it in.
He instantly relaxes into the couch; his head falls back and his lips part on a moan. “Goddamn.”
I make my way over to the scar where he was shot and gently rub the lotion over it. Not sure if I could hurt it or not. The feel of his cock jerking inside of my soaked pussy makes me rock my hips.
“Thought this wasn’t about sex?” He chuckles.
I ignore him and run my hands up his exposed neck, loving the way his Adam’s apple moves as he swallows. It takes a lot to make a man like Haidyn vulnerable. I want him to open up to me. I’m his wife. I should know things about him that no one else does.
The Lords have already shown me more than Haidyn will ever tell me, though. Will those stop now that I’m his wife?
My eyes follow my hands as they run over his hard and muscular body. He has a skull tattoo on his right pec. It looks like it’s melting, dripping down his chest. The left eye is where his Lords brand is—circle with three horizontal lines through it. He has the 666 brand on the other. A shattered hourglass below it. “What does this mean?” I wonder, running my nails over it. “Why is it shattered?” I clarify, looking over the pieces of sand that cover his skin. It looks so real. As if I could run my hands through it. The details are amazing.