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)
A man opens the back door of the limo waiting outside. Antonio deposits me inside before pushing the rest of my dress in behind me. I’m going to be alone with him. The other door opens, and he slips in beside me. When he closes his door, I flinch. The divider is up. We really are alone now.
I peek over at Antonio, who is again staring at me. I get a good look at him this time. He’s even more handsome than the picture I saw of him, but he’s also more intense too. I don’t understand the look in his eyes.
“You can’t kill me,” I remind him.
His lips twitch. “I’m not going to kill my wife.” Right, because that’s all I really am. My one of two purposes in life filled. I’m married, and now I must give him heirs.
“Then what are you going to do to me?” I ask, fear once again rising inside of me. I hate it. The fear and feeling so powerless.
I don’t think I can take another beating. I still have the lingering marks of the last one my father dished out on my side. I can’t forget about it because the damn corset I was strapped into is pressing against it. The dull pain lingers with each breath I take.
He doesn’t respond to my question. The back of the limo fills with silence, making me more on edge. I’m starting to wonder if he even knows what to do with me.
3
ANTONIO
She glances away, then meets my gaze again, as if she can’t help herself. Her heart is rampaging, and she swallows hard. Scared. She’s terrified of me. Even though I’m perfectly happy to strike fear in everyone else, for some reason, I don’t want her to ever be afraid of me.
“I’m not going to kill you, Angelica. I won’t hurt you, either. Unless you want me to.” I reach into the forest of fabric around her waist and grip her, pulling her into my lap.
“Why would I want you to hurt me?” She blinks.
I run my nose along her neck and up to her ear, then nibble at it.
She pulls back. “What are you doing?”
“I can’t help myself.” I grab her throat and pull her back to me, then kiss her again.
She smacks my chest, but I don’t give in. I kiss her, licking the seam of her mouth. When she opens her lips to protest, I delve my tongue inside.
A shiver runs through her, and she stops attacking me. Her tongue tentatively strokes mine, her body going soft beneath my touch.
I want to yank away all this fucking fabric and get her down to nothing, then spread her legs and mount her on my cock. Fuck, what a sight that would be. But I can’t. Despite her sharp tongue, she’s innocent. She’s never even been kissed. I can tell. And fuck if that doesn’t stroke the animal part of my nature. She’s mine, completely mine.
Moving to her throat, I lick her soft skin, then delve lower, kissing her chest and the tops of her breasts where they surge from the dress.
“Hey!” She stiffens and pulls away.
Too fast. I’m moving too fast with this skittish angel.
I force myself to ease up on her, to let go of my tight hold on her waist. She wriggles in my lap, and my cock twitches.
She seems to feel it, because her eyes widen, and she glances down.
“It’s yours, angel. You can have it whenever you want.”
“What?” She scrambles off my lap. “I don’t want that,” she says breathily.
“Are you certain?”
“I-I know I don’t want that.” She gathers the fabric of her dress and piles it in front of her like a puffy fence.
“So if I slid my hand up your thigh to your cunt, I wouldn’t find it wet for me?” I lean closer to her.
Her breath catches. “You can’t talk to me like that.”
“I can’t talk about your slick cunt and how delicious it will be when I lick and suck it until you come?”
Her cheeks flame red as she gawks at me. “That’s never going to happen.”
“Never?” I smirk. “We’re already married, angel.”
“So you think you own me now?” She kicks her chin up. “You don’t.”
“I own you as much as you own me.”
“What?” She scoffs. “You never cared to so much as meet me before today, and now I’m supposed to fall all over myself because you kissed me and talked dirty to me in the back of a limo? I don’t know who you think I am, but I’m not falling for any of it. You can keep your hands and your mouth to yourself from now on.”
“That’s the thing.” I let my gaze slide to her puffy lips, then lower to her breasts, and lower still, to the pile of silk in her lap. “I don’t think I can. Not with you, angel.”