Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Her eyes got bigger, and the blood drained from her face, giving her a pale, almost lifeless pallor when no one came to save her from me.
“No.” Her eyes went wild as she strained to look around while she tried to scramble away from me. Her feet kept slipping on the fabric of the skirt, and she couldn’t get any leverage.
“No one is coming to save you, little girl.” I tightened my grip just a little. “It’s just me and you here.”
The staff had been given the rest of the night off, and the maid who’d opened the door left moments before Amelia deigned to grace us with her presence.
We were alone, and there was no one to protect her from me.
“Get your hands off of me,” she said between gritted teeth.
I leaned down to kiss her, and she turned her head from me.
With a dark laugh, I placed a kiss on her neck just above where my hand was holding her down.
“Argue all you like. I can tell how aroused you are. Tell me, how many times did you pet this little pussy thinking about me the last few days?”
“None,” she snapped, but she couldn’t meet my gaze.
“Liar.” I straightened back up and offered my hand to her.
She was sprawled out under me on the stairs, her long shapely legs on full display, from her toes to her rounded hips. If I didn’t know better, I would say she looked freshly fucked and hungry for round two.
Had Marksen been with her today?
Left her wanting because he wasn’t man enough to get his girl, no, my girl, off. She was about to find out what it was like when a real man fucked her. I would leave her so fucking satisfied she wouldn’t think of him again. If he ever showed up again, she would be far too sore to take him.
Maybe I should put her in a chastity belt just to be safe.
“Get up, unless you want to start your apology here on the fucking stairs?”
When she didn’t move, I grabbed her arm, careful to avoid the places her mother had bruised her, and pulled her to her feet. Not even I was barbaric enough to fuck her on the stairs. Though her pussy was wet. I could see it glisten from here.
Did she enjoy making me angry, or did she like me taking control?
Either way was going to result in a far more eventful marriage than I had expected. I didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing yet.
“Don’t touch me.” She pulled her arm from my grasp.
“Oh, I am going to do far more than just touch you, princess. You had your chance to behave. I may not have married you yet, but with what I have on your precious mother, you are mine to do with as I wish. I could drag you by your hair to the courthouse tomorrow and marry you there.”
“Then why haven’t you?” She bared her perfect teeth at me.
“The only reason I haven’t is because I expect you to show some fucking respect and restraint. I don’t care what you and Marksen used to have. I don’t give a fuck if he liked when you dressed like a desperate slut. But now you represent the Manwarring family. Now you represent me. Take off that dress, or I will take it off of you myself. Then I will show you what it means to be an apologetic and well-behaved wife.”
“No.” Her eyes were wild, and her breath was heavier, her lips parted and color rising on her chest and neck. I could even see her pulse racing in the vein in her throat.
For a moment, I wondered how those intense green eyes would look staring up at me while her pretty pink lips were wrapped around my cock.
Would she glare up at me in hatred, or would she fall to her place? I wasn’t sure. She had a fire in her, but her body betrayed how much it wanted to submit. I couldn’t wait to find out.
As my wife, doing as I said would be her duty, using her body would be my right. I could have her on her knees every morning as I got ready for work. It would be part of my new morning routine. I’d wake up when she brought my first cup of coffee to me in bed. Then I could enjoy the feeling of her sucking my balls dry as I drank my coffee and read the news. Or maybe after the gym before my shower, I could fuck her throat until tears flowed down her cheeks and her lungs burned, needing air.
Then at night I’d take out the frustrations of my day in her sweet little pussy, and if her time with Marksen meant she wasn’t tight enough, fine. As soon as I put a baby in her belly, I could just take her ass for my pleasure.