Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
“Out,” I bark upon entering the house. Prince is in the living room talking to a couple of the men, and he leads them outside. I hear him giving them instructions on how to dispose of the bodies while Alicia tries and fails to stifle a whimper.
“You’re lucky I don’t make you help them,” I mutter, leading her down the hall.
“You know I would never want anything like that to happen.”
“But it did, didn’t it?” Once we’re in my study, I close and lock the door.
She backs away from me, finally bumping against the desk. “Why are we in here?”
“Oh, I don’t know. I thought we would revisit the place where I first watched you sneak out of here last night via the security footage. Would you like to watch it? It’s right there on my laptop.”
“No, thank you,” she whispers, wrapping her arms around herself. “I just—”
“Did I ask you to speak? I don’t want to hear a word that comes out of your lying little mouth.” I’m on her in a flash before she can scurry away. She moans in dismay when I take her face in my hand, digging my fingers into her cheeks. “There are so many things this mouth is better suited for. Maybe we should get down to some of that right now. You could relieve some of the tension you’re putting me through.”
“On second thought…” I let go of her in favor of taking her T-shirt in both hands. Seams rip somewhere on the garment as I pull it over her head, and I laugh when she crosses her arms over her tits. “What is this? Feeling modest and shy all of a sudden? I’ve seen every part of you, wife. There’s nothing you could possibly hide from me now.” I take her by the wrists when she refuses to drop her arms and yank them apart.
“Stop, please,” she whimpers. Doesn’t she know by now that I only become more excited when she begs?
I turn her in place, grinding my already-stiffened cock against her ass. With one hand, I grope her tits, while with the other, I rub her stomach. “Still flat,” I grunt. “But not for long.”
I wish she was showing. I wish it was that evident she belongs to me, that she’s carrying my child, my flesh and blood inside her. Mine, both of them.
“You don’t have to do this anymore, you know.” I can’t tell if she’s sullen or resisting or both.
“Don’t tell me what I have to do.” I squeeze her tit until she sucks in a pained breath. “I do what I want when I want.”
“I’m just saying, I’m already pregnant. So there’s no point to any of this.”
No point? “Are you sure about that?” I slide a hand inside her shorts, beneath her underwear, and it’s no surprise to find her slick with anticipation. “Your pussy tells a different story. Which one of you is lying?” She leans against me, and that’s good; that’s what I want. I want her to be docile and pliable, and this is how to make that happen. No matter what she tries to tell me—or herself—this is what she wants. To be taken, to be ravished, and even defiled.
She offers no resistance when I bend her over the desk, holding her down with a hand against her back, while with the other hand, I pull down her shorts and panties. She’s glistening, her lips enticing me, and I can’t help but drag a finger through her slickness before licking the nectar away.
I could sink to my knees now and eat her until she drips onto the floor and begs me to stop, but no. She doesn’t deserve that. I don’t want her writhing in ecstasy. I want her pinned beneath me, screaming her obedience, weeping in pain and humiliation for what she’s done.
Yet she still carries my child.
So I settle for shoving my cock inside her all at once, pushing her forward across the top of the desk. The dread in her groan makes me laugh before I can help it and only makes me hold her down more firmly than before. I want to see my handprint on her back when I’m finished. With the other hand, I slap her ass, making her squeal.
But not loudly enough. “Come on,” I grunt between strokes. “Let me hear it.” I slap her again and again until my palm stings, and her ass is beet red. And still, I pound her pussy, now holding her hips in place.
She’s going to learn. She’s going to remember this. She belongs to me. Every thrust, every time her ass jiggles when I slam into her, is a statement. Mine. She’s mine. No matter how she tries to get away and no matter why—that will never change.
I look down and watch my cock pump in and out, coated with her juices. “No matter how you try to run,” I rasp, “you get wet for me. For this. Don’t you?”