Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Selma wasn’t fine. She was lying to him.
He didn’t like when she lied to him. Even though she was temptation in the towel, and seeing the droplets of water cascade down the valley of her tits made him want to lick every single drop, Drago didn’t. What he did do was close the distance between them, and he did so swiftly without any problem. He stood before her, and she had no way of fighting him or disappearing. He gripped the back of her neck and tilted her head up to meet him. “I don’t like being lied to, Selma.”
Her lips were a temptation. He wanted to kiss her and melt away all of his troubles but he couldn’t do that until he found out what was wrong.
“Talk to me.”
She opened her mouth and closed it. He’d noticed she did this a lot. He wasn’t quite sure about why she did it. Did she not want to upset or offend him?
“I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me.”
Selma glared at him, and she looked amazingly cute as she did so. He wanted to touch her, kiss her, wrap his arms around her, and immerse himself in her scent. Instead, he held himself perfectly still and just watched her. Waiting.
And then, she took a deep breath, shot him a glare, and tried to avoid looking at him.
“Talk to me.”
“You left.”
“I had no choice.”
She pressed her lips together, then licked her lips, before turning her attention toward him. “You just left. You didn’t leave a note, nor did you call me. Did I … did I do something wrong?”
He hated that she had to stop and he saw how defeated she looked and how close the tears were to taking over. This made him want to destroy everything. Drago had to remember, those that had pissed him off had already been dealt with. He didn’t like being taken away from his woman, and he’d taken care of it. Stroking her cheek, he wanted to kiss her, to tell her that he wanted to. But then, he had to wonder, why did she care? Why did it matter?
Cupping her cheeks with both of his hands, he stared down into her beautiful eyes. “You are perfect, Selma.” He took possession of her mouth, because he couldn’t handle not kissing her.
He wanted to do a lot more than just kiss those perfect lips, but he made himself just kiss them. Tracing his tongue across her lips, she opened for him and he thrust inside, tasting her tongue. She let out a little moan and a whimper.
His cock was hard as rock and he felt a desperate need to just take her to the bed, bend her over it, spread those juicy ass cheeks, and take her hard, fast, and to go deep. He wanted to flood her womb, drown her with his seed. Drago was desperate to get her pregnant so there was no chance of her ever leaving him. He wanted to keep her barefoot and pregnant.
Pulling away from the kiss, he moved them back until Selma fell on top of the bed. Sliding his leg between hers, he moved up until they laid amongst the pillows. The towel she’d been wearing had gotten lost in their journey to the pillows, and her hair fanned out across them. It wasn’t quite dry, nor was it wet.
“I want to stay angry at you,” Selma said.
“My guards have already told me that you spend most evenings at the window, waiting for me to return.” He hadn’t liked that. Drago wasn’t used to calling ahead or asking about a person’s day. Selma wasn’t like anyone else he’d ever dealt with. She had feelings and she expected things from him.
“I didn’t want to leave, but business kept me away.”
“Why didn’t you call me, or leave a note? I tried to ask your guards, but no one would tell me anything, and I hated that.”
He kissed her, hard, not wanting to let her go. He hated that he’d hurt her. When he came home, he had seen Selma making her escape upstairs, and that was when his guards had told him.
Drago had known, then, he needed to figure out what the problem was, so he’d tried to give her space, even though it was the last thing he wanted to give her. He figured when he saw her at dinner, she’d run over to him, throw her arms around him, and tell him how much she missed him. Dinner had arrived, and he sat waiting. His woman hadn’t arrived. And he had no choice but to go to her.
With her legs open, he knew it wouldn’t be so hard to take what was his, but he needed to fix this.
Chapter Seven
Selma was finding it hard to stay mad at him, even though that was exactly what she wanted to be—mad, angry, infuriated—but she couldn’t be either of those things while he was between her thighs. His kisses weren’t helping either. They were driving her crazy. Drago knew how to use that mouth, and that tongue of his.