Total pages in book: 206
Estimated words: 192184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 641(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 192184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 641(@300wpm)
We got married at sunset on a beach in Costa Rica with our family around us. We were both dressed in white. I danced with her to our song and she put on the ring with the gold and black knots. And I was in heaven, for she was truly mine at last. I didn’t deserve her, but she gave herself to me anyway. She’d stared into my eyes and promised to love, honor and obey, which made me smirk, which then made her smirk. I gave her a look of promise and her gaze went heated. The justice of the peace that married us had to clear his throat to get our attention back on the ceremony.
When the song ended and another one began, I whispered into her ear,
“Wife, when your husband takes you to bed to consummate our marriage, he’s going to rip that fucking vanilla dress off you and fuck you like you’ve never been fucked.”
I continued, but looked into her eyes; they were huge and she was panting.
I told her, “I’ve got handcuffs and a spreader bar, some toys, and a tub of blackjack berry thunder ice cream.”
She had a full body shiver.
I’d gotten a local chef to recreate that ice cream flavor from the approximate recipe of the brand back home.
I was ready for our life together to truly begin and while I had a long way to go with therapy and making sure that I never went overboard with her again, and while I’d decided to give up my birthright as mafia crime boss I had not given up the right for my life to have flavor.
The End