Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 97557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
When I break the kiss we’re both panting, and her eyes are wild and hazy. I’m consumed with the need to claim her.
“I’m fucking crazy for you. I’ve never felt so unhinged. I want to do right by you but every time I think I am it ends up biting me in the ass. How can I protect you? How can I save you if you won’t let me?” It kills me to know I let her down. That she suffered. That she was the one to end his pathetic life.
“I don’t want you to save me.”
“I don’t care what you want.” I growl angrily, and lift her by the arms, carrying her toward the desk. Placing her face down on the table, I force her flat against the wooden surface.
“Sebastian, you can’t…” She starts but I cut her off.
I won’t listen to her tell me what I can and can’t do for her. No matter the consequences, I will protect her from her father, even if it kills me.
"That is where you’re wrong, Little Wife. I can, and I will, do whatever it takes to protect you.” I jerk her underwear down her thighs and then kick her legs apart.
I do the same to my pants until my hard length is in my hand. She’s so tiny I have to move her legs further apart to be able to press inside her warm heat. Breathe. Calm down. I want to claim her but I don’t want to hurt her. Forcing myself to breathe slowly, I press against her entrance. She’s not nearly as wet as I want her to be, but I have no patience for foreplay at the moment.
I hear her soft, pain-filled whimper, and I know I’ll have to make up for my savage treatment of her later because I’m too crazed with need and overcome with desire to stop.
She’s driven me to this point, driven me to insanity.
Pulling out, I spit into my hand, and spread the moisture up my length. Then, even with the desire to plow into her, to punish her, and make certain she feels every bite of pain as I slide deep inside her, I don’t. Instead I gently prod her entrance and slowly slip all the way into her warm heat, stopping only once my balls rest against her ass.
Pleasure ripples through my nerve endings, and I remain seated inside of her, relishing the feeling for a long moment. Then I pull all the way out and thrust forward, deep and hard, the force of it making her gasp. I watch as she struggles to grip the edge of the desk. I’m not gentle with her, not like I have been in the past. I can’t be. Not when she provokes the predator inside me.
“This is what you do to me. You fucking consume me, Elyse. You make me insane.”
I grip her hips with bruising force and use her body as if it was made for me to take from. Her wet heat tightens around me, and I damn near come right then.
“My wife. My fucking wife.” I grit the words through my teeth while I fuck her body, hard and fast, the slap of my balls against her ass echoing through the space, right along with her whimpers which grow louder by the second but don’t hold an edge of pain to them like they did before.
"Say it, Elyse. Say you're my wife."
Too stubborn for her own good, she remains quiet, and even though it pains me I stop. I stop fucking her and instead hold myself deep inside her channel, until goosebumps pebble her flesh and she squirms against me, needing some type of friction.
"Mmmm, nope. If you want to come you will say it; otherwise you won’t. I’ll come inside you, mark you with my seed, but you won’t get to finish.”
“Then do it.” She growls, pushing back against me.
The fight living inside her calls to me, like a beacon of light in the darkness. It’s that spark telling me she still lives inside.
“It’s not like me to be selfish, but if you don’t do it, I will fuck you like this every single time. Using your body, taking from you, filling you with my seed, but never letting you reach the edge. Is that how you want this to be? Do you never want to come on my cock again? Because I can make it a reality.”
She slaps her palm down on top of the desk. "You're an asshole."
"Your darling asshole husband. Now be a good girl and say you’re my wife. Then I’ll let you come.”
Like I have all the time in the world I slowly slip in and out, drawing out the feelings, the tension. "Say it," I demand, tightening my hold on her hips.
Fine. She wants to play it that way I’ll bring her right to the brink, and hold her there.