Unbound (The Dominator #3) Read Online D.D. Prince

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: The Dominator Series by D.D. Prince
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Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
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I wanted to get back there, get back to our life, our loved ones. We’d be home for Christmas. We would find a tree for the apartment.

I wanted a real one. I also wanted to give that to Holly. Home, family, friends, me. I wanted her to know I was okay. Holly’s birthday was the day after Christmas. Was it possible that she would have a happy birthday, wherever she was?

I made my thought process halt and redirected it away from Holly. I couldn’t think about Holly while I was at Kruna.

We weren’t all that far from the resort, the people sitting on the patio could likely see us as they had a good view of the stretch of beach inside the gated property.

“I love you,” he said into my ear.

I wrapped my arms tighter around him and then we were submerged to his chest.

“I love you, too.”

“Good to see a smile. Haven’t seen one in days.”

“This beach makes me smile. It’s our spot.”

He went a few more paces so that I was covered by the water and then his mouth moved to my breast. He sucked on the flesh through my black bathing suit top.

“Dare,” I breathed.

“Things are gonna be kinda 1950s vanilla in our suite in case they’re watching and because others are listening. Under the blankets, lights off. No one sees your beautiful body but me and you can’t talk your sweet, sexy, dirty talk, babe. But we have to keep fucking or if Kruna’s watching, they’ll get suspicious. This, here, this is a bit of a show, too, in case there are eyes on us. You okay with that?”

“I’m always okay when I’m with you, Master,” I replied, arching my back and tightening my legs, “You could fuck me right in front of them if you wanted to and I’d only see you.”

He slipped his hand underneath me and freed his cock from his trunks and then yanked the gusset of my bikini bottoms sideways so that he could get to me.

“Likeminded. That’s what I have to look like,” he whispered, “So, if I have to do anything or say anything, you know. You know who I really am. Only you, Angel. You and me against them.”

“I know.” I kissed his soft lips and had handfuls of his hair.

“Baby,” he moaned as he moved inside me.

“Oh yeah, baby,” I breathed.

“This make you feel better about bein’ in the water?”

“I could live in the water if I’m here with you,” I whispered. “I wanted this so badly last time we were here.”

“So did I,” he admitted. “I fought those feelings, but it didn’t take long before my resolve melted. I was powerless against you.”

“Thank God for that bottle of vodka and zero self-control,” I whispered against his earlobe, smiled and gripped him tighter with my arms and with my inner walls.

“Thank God,” he agreed and his grip on my hips tightened.

He’d credited the vodka and no control the day after we’d had sex that first time.

That was also his toast when we got married, in front of everyone. He thanked God for the gift of me and said he had to give a bit of credit to a big bottle of vodka and zero self-control.

He finished inside me and I immediately wondered if he’d gotten me pregnant. I might actually be ovulating today. The idea of conceiving a baby here at Kruna had screwed with my head and so I hadn’t said anything to him about it because I didn’t want to think about the possibility we could make a baby here at Kruna.

If I did get pregnant, it wouldn’t matter where but it might be kind of nice if it was here in the water instead of in that building. If I got pregnant this cycle, I’d think of this very moment as the moment of conception. Here, at our beach.

We hung out for a while and then walked back along the beach to our room and got some smirks from Mr. Lucas from the patio. He’d definitely seen what we’d been up to.

We were dressed for dinner and we were meeting in the small partner dining room, the same room we’d sat in the last time we were here for that formal dinner. At the table were Mr. Lucas and Mr. Delgado and there were slaves at their feet.

Neither of the two men owned the slave that was at their feet, but Delgado practically lived here and Mr. Lucas had Kruna assets at home.

It was beyond strange to sit at the table, at eye-level with them. I’d knelt through dozens of meals in this room on my sapphire blue pillow.

“Serve Mrs. Ferrano as well, Mr. Ferrano?” the server asked.

“Yes,” Dare had said. “Always. Please pass that along so I won’t have to keep repeating myself. She’s to be treated by everyone here with the same respect as I am treated.”



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