Total pages in book: 148
Estimated words: 142939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 715(@200wpm)___ 572(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 715(@200wpm)___ 572(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
I taught her a lesson. One she needs to learn.
She sits up, her gaze on me.
“I hope you understand the penalty for–” I groan when she reaches out and runs her palm down the outline of my cock against my pants.
And when she whispers “my turn” in a sultry voice, I’m totally fucking lost.
14
ANGELICA
I don’t think Antonio knows what he’s done. He’s given me a peek into his want for me. It’s real. I can see it in his eyes. I can feel it in the way he touches me. His jealousy bleeds from him when he thinks someone else might get a glimpse of me. At first, I brushed it off as being his ego or something. But as I rub my hand over the outline of his hard cock, I realize the power I truly hold in my hand.
My fingers go for the button of his pants. He suddenly grabs my wrist, stopping me. “Angel, don’t start something you can’t finish. My control is–”
“Shattering?” I yank my hands free and pop the button of his pants. “Interesting, isn’t it? I’d felt I had no control when I was forced to marry you, and now you’re the one without it.”
His nostrils flare. “You’re my wife,” he grits out. Oh, he doesn’t like hearing that I was forced to marry him. “I would have found you at some point. You were always going to be mine.”
I slide off the bed to my knees.
“Angel.” He fists my hair, making my sex clench. An ache to be filled settles deep inside me. My body is still humming from the last orgasm, but I need more. I want to play with his control.
“Yes, husband?”
His hold on my hair tightens. “Angel,” he groans.
I lick my lips as I reach into his pants for his cock. It springs free. I let out a small gasp, wrapping my hand around it at the base. A bead of cum leaks from the tip. I’d gotten a peek at it this morning, but seeing it fully right in my face has some of my bravado wavering. The man is huge. He’ll split me in two. My vagina doesn’t seem to care, because again it flutters, wanting to be filled.
“You can handle me. You’re the only one that will be able to.”
A strange emotion blooms in my chest. How did he know what I was thinking?
“Open up,” he encourages me. I part my lips as he guides my head toward his cock. I’m not sure who wants this more, me or him.
I moan as his taste hits my tongue. “Fuck,” I hear him mutter. His whole body is tense, all his muscles straining to keep himself in place as I explore his cock. My tongue wraps around him. I let out another moan when more of his taste spills into my mouth. “Don’t move.” His tone brooks no argument.
I hold still as he begins to thrust in and out of my mouth. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced. He’s using my body, taking what he wants, but still I feel like I have all the power and control. The man is vibrating with his need for me. I can tell he’s holding on to his control by a very thin thread.
“Suck, angel. Hollow those cheeks.”
I do as I’m told, his cock hitting the back of my throat. Loud groans pour from him. My hand starts to slip between my thighs, my clit throbbing with me. “No.” He pulls back, his cock slipping from my lips. “You don’t touch my pussy.”
“I’m sorry.” I bite down on my bottom lip, peeking up at him through my lashes.
“Liar.” He lifts me from the floor, tossing me onto the bed. He’s on me before I get a chance to move. “You’re not sorry at all. Are you?”
“No.” I wrap my arms around his neck and yank him down to kiss me. He lets me but kisses me harder. He grinds his cock against my sex. It slides through my folds, rubbing against my clit with each thrust.
“In me,” I try to order, wanting him to give me more. I lift my hips, his cock sliding down and kissing my entrance.
“I’m not taking your cherry until you say you want to be my wife,” he says against my mouth.
“Antonio.”
He lifts his head, his dark eyes locking with mine. I’ve never felt more alive or safe than I have being here with him. No one has treated me the way he does. He makes me feel needed and precious. As though what we have is the real deal.
In fact, it scares me how much I want it. The fear that all of this could be ripped from me. All of it is too good to be true. Even if my family is trying to kill me. I don’t want to leave here, and more than that, I don’t want Antonio to be taken from me.