Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
“I always wanted a cat. My mom hates animals, though, so she wouldn’t let me have one.”
Diablo flops over on his side and shows her his tummy.
I can’t hide my surprise. “It took him over a year to let me pet his stomach.”
She reaches out slowly, then rubs her fingertips along his big tummy, or as the guys call it, his “pussy pouch.” It hangs down when he walks, almost touching the floor.
He lets out a rusty purr and stretches as she pets him.
“She’s my wife, Diablo. Not yours.” I scratch under his chin. “You’re laying it on way too thick.”
His tail twitches, and he finally gets to his feet and trots away toward the door.
“You scared him off.” She sits back, her towel riding up to her hips.
“Not at all. He must’ve heard Gilly come in. He’s looking for a fresh toy.”
She wrinkles her nose, and I can’t help but stare at her thighs. That dark patch between her legs is almost visible, and fuck I want to get another look at her sweet cunt.
I lick my lips, and she scoots back, then gets to her feet. “Where’s my room?” She strides to the door and opens it, Diablo darting away toward the back stairs.
Standing, I walk over to her and close the door. “This is our room.” I point to one of closet doors. “His.” Then I point to the other. “Hers.” Lastly, I point to the bed. “Ours.”
Her eyes widen. “But you said you wouldn’t force–”
“I won’t force my cock into you until you ask nicely, angel. But you are my wife. You will sleep here with me, under my protection.”
“Why, don’t you trust your men?” she challenges.
“With my life. But that doesn’t mean I want them looking at you any more than they absolutely have to. I’m a jealous man, angel, when it comes to you. I want all of you to myself.”
She swallows hard. “I suppose you should get as much of me as you can before you get killed.”
“You want me dead so soon?” I take her hand and bring it to my lips, lightly biting one of her knuckles. “Before I’ve eaten your pussy until you screamed?”
Her breath hitches. “I-I … I want …” She pulls her hand back, then shakes her head. “I want some clothes.”
“You’ve had a long day, angel.” I stride to my closet and grab one of my undershirts for her. “Put this on–and panties, if you absolutely must–then get in bed. I’ve got some business to attend to after the events of the evening.” I glower, my back straightening as I pull my own shirt down over my head.
“You mean you’re going to speak to my father?” she asks, her voice tinged with something that sounds like anger.
“I think he’s made his intentions clear. No need to speak to him. But no one strikes at our family without paying the price. I’m going to hurt him, angel.” I crack my knuckles and pull on my pants. “I'm going to pick some of his men and send him their heads.”
She winces, but then covers it by schooling her face.
“Surprised?” I ask.
“No. I still can’t believe he did that.” She lets a hint of hurt enter her voice. “My own father.”
“Anyone who tries to hurt you will get the same treatment.” I cup the back of her neck and pull her to me. “No exceptions. No one will hurt you, angel.”
I stare at her mouth, at the way her lips part and her breaths grow shallower. “Do you want me to kiss you, angel?”
She wets her lips.
I take that as a yes and kiss her hard, my tongue sweeping against hers as she sways in my arms. I grab her, pulling her to me as I deepen the kiss, tasting and taking as she wraps her arms around my neck.
Fuck, leaving her is harder than I could’ve imagined. But it has to be done. Our enemies have to pay for what they’ve done.
When I break the kiss, she looks up at me with glassy eyes.
“Stay here, angel. I’ll be back soon.” I lead her to the bed and sit her down right as a knock comes at the door. “That’s Barker with the food. Barker is our cook and butler. He’s been with me a long time.”
She nods. “Okay.”
I go to the door, and Barker gives me a curious look. “She’s fine. You can meet her tomorrow. For now, thanks for the food.”
He gives me a nod. “Of course, sir.”
I roll the cart of food into the room and place it right in front of her. “Eat. I know you’re hungry.”
She reaches for a chocolate croissant.
“Eat. If you need anything else, just let me know. I’ll be downstairs.” I stride to the door as she takes a bite of the croissant.