Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27743 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27743 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
“What are you doing?” The sound of my zipper grabs her attention. “You’re going to fuck me like this?” She sounds hurt. I wouldn’t take her virginity so callously.
“Not yet.”
I open my pants, free my cock, and then adjust her so her knees are bent and her ass is up in the air, pussy uncovered. “Fuck, that ass looks so good with my mark on it, but let me give it some final touches.” She turns her head, watching as I beat off and nut on her ass, shooting my load onto her milky skin. With the last bit, I bend down and rub the tip on her pussy lips. She gasps and moans, jutting her little cunt out to get more.
I lean down over her, pressing my cock against her ass and my mouth near her ear. “Soon, I won’t stop with my cum on the outside, Viper. It will be where it belongs. For now, you smell like me: your king, and tomorrow, your husband.”
She gasps as she pushes away from me, adjusting her clothes as best as she can, being tied up. I calmly fix myself while she stares at it. I’m still semi hard and with her beautifully angry eyes on it, I’m almost hard again. She’d better be careful. I lift her panties up and put them in place.
“I’m not marrying you,” she hisses, trying to bounce off the bed.
Funny, she didn’t protest when I was making her come and when I sprayed my nut all over her, but marriage is a no-go.
I tap her nose. “You should have thought about that before you had me kill my capo.”
“I didn’t tell you to kill him.”
“Wife, you were scared and in tears. Not to mention, he had his hands inside your fucking pussy.”
“He didn’t have his hand in there, obviously, since you couldn’t even get one of your thick fingers in me.”
“Good to know. So I won’t have to chop off his hand and burn it before he goes to hell.” I reach down and slip my finger in her hole, causing her to moan. “You sound so damn good when you’re compliant.”
“I’m not marrying you.”
I help her to her feet. “Yes, you are. You’re going to make it right because everyone will think I’ll just kill for anyone.” When I open the bedroom door, I find her father there. He’s still one of my men. He frowns when he sees us together, but I say, “Vivian will marry me in the morning.”
“The hell I am.”
“Okay, you see what I can do to those who betray me, Viper. You owe me, and I won’t accept anything less or I’ll just have to finish off someone else.” I look right at her father.
“You’re a bastard.”
“I’m not. I have parents. They are visiting and are downstairs.”
“Yes, and they aren’t pleased about Santos.”
“Well, he should have kept his hands off what’s mine.”
He looks right at his daughter. “He put his hands on you?” her father asks, venom in his eyes. I have his daughter looking thoroughly disheveled and still tied up.
“Yes, but…I could have handled myself.”
I roll my eyes. “I’ve already proven you can’t, amore. Now go get ready for our wedding, and by the way—happy birthday.” I pat her ass, knowing my seed is drying on her bottom. “Oh, I’ll need this back.” I untie her hands, drawing attention to my silk tie on her wrists. I don’t give a fuck what I’m implying. It’s all the more reason for her father to insist she marry me. For all he knows, I just bred his daughter.
“You’re a bastard.”
“You’re asking for a repeat, amore. Go on, now. I’ll see you later, Viper.”
Chapter Four
Vivian
“What the hell happened, Vee? Are you okay?” My father looks me over, but not too closely. I’m sure he knows what happened, or at least sort of. I’m already flush from having the best orgasm in the world, but there’s no doubt that my cheeks have gotten redder than my ass. Heaven help me that I can sit down properly in front of my dad.
“I’m fine, but I’m not marrying Matteo,” I insist as we make our way out of the mansion and past the guards, including Matteo’s parents and their anxious expressions.
His eyes slam shut, and a sigh escapes him. “I hate to ask this, but did Matteo ra….”
I cut him off before he could say something that wrong about Matteo. “No, he didn’t.”
“But something happened between you two?” he asks, groaning at the idea.
“Yes,” I admit. Shit, something happened all right. Everything I wanted and didn’t at the same time: pleasure and heartache. He’s marrying me to save face with his men to avoid a freaking coup. He killed one of his men without question, and loyalties will be tested. The easiest way would be to make a statement of fact. Touching his wife was unacceptable. Something that Santos had done and paid the price for.