Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 12348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 62(@200wpm)___ 49(@250wpm)___ 41(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 62(@200wpm)___ 49(@250wpm)___ 41(@300wpm)
“Sean!” I scream seconds later as I come hard and fast. I wasn’t prepared for it; I wasn’t ready but now I just want more. Whatever he wants to give me, I want it.
“Enough foreplay. Have you s-s-saved that cherry for me?” he asks, stuttering.
“Yes,” I moan as he moves up my body, kissing me. I can taste both of us now, and it’s so fucking hot.
“Thank fuck,” he says gripping my chin hard. He’s making me look him in the eye. “This is the one and only pussy I’ll ever have. Do you understand what I’m saying?” he demands, gripping my chin harder. I try to nod. “Tell me with words.”
“I understand,” I say.
“Tell me exactly what you understand.”
“This is your pussy. That’s my cock. We are each other’s one and only for all eternity,” I manage to say. He grins and lets go of my face.
“Good girl,” he says before slamming into me. I scream in momentary pain, but he doesn’t stop moving. Soon, I’m fine and meeting him thrust for thrust. I come over and over, but he’s not stopping. His body presses down on me and I feel safe, loved even. I know that’s crazy, but I love this man and there’s nothing I can do about it now. I don’t want to.
“Sean, please. Come inside me… please,” I moan, begging him for the one thing that will bind us together always.
“You want me to breed you, Lorielle? You want me to fuck my kid into you?” he growls. I can feel his dick swelling inside of me.
“Yes. Make me yours forever.”
“I already did, this will just make you more mine.” He thrusts into me a few more times, before throwing his head back and practically howling my name.
His release triggers another of my own. I’ve come so many times, I’ve lost count. This can’t be normal. This can’t be how it really is all the time, or no one would get a damn thing done. We’d starve to death, but what a way to go.
He collapses down on top of me, both of us breathing heavily. He’s still hard inside of me. How can that be?
“So, what now?” I ask when I can finally breathe again.
“You’ll marry me. As soon as possible.”
“Okay,” I say. I won’t question the quickness of this. The whole situation today has been crazy, but I’m a firm believer of everything happening for a reason.
I’m just about to fall asleep when the doorbell rings.
“Stay here,” he says, getting out of bed, pulling his shorts on.
“Hey boss,” I hear from a female voice, a few seconds later.
“Doris, I said this could wait until morning.”
“But I thought your girl would need this, whoever she is.”
“Thank you, Doris. You can take the next week off, paid.”
“Really?”
“Yes. I’ll be out of the office,” I tell her.
“Alright. See you next week, boss.”
I hear the entire exchange. When he comes back into the bedroom, he’s carrying my suitcase from home. I sit up, not bothering with the blanket.
“Where did you get that?”
“Your father.”
“You spoke to my father?” I ask, confused. Why would he do something like that?
“Yes, of course. I wanted to reassure your parents that you were alive and well. He said these are the things you can’t live without and some clothes, as well as your passport.”
“Are we going somewhere?” I ask.
“Probably.”
“Okay, are you coming back to bed?”
“No. I’ve got to go check on some things and speak to my cousin Cillian.”
“Cillian?”
“My second in command. I need to let him know that while I may not be seen, I’m available for emergencies.”
“Okay. Should I come with you?” I ask, not really wanting to be away from him.
“No. You sleep. I’ll wake you up when I get home,” he says, leaning over the bed to kiss me. “I’ll be back soon.”
“Okay, ummm… be careful please,” I say, instead of blurting out that I love him.
“I’m always careful, baby. Sleep. You’re gonna need your rest,” he says, winking at me. I think I’ve figured out that the stuttering only happens when he’s upset, agitated, or nervous. I can work with that.
“Okay, bye,” I say smiling as I lay back down. He pulls the covers over me, essentially tucking me in. He gets dressed and leaves without another word. I am beyond tired, but my mind is racing.
I’m so ridiculously happy right now, but I can’t help the sinking feeling in my belly that the other shoe is about to drop. Can I really be in this life? Can I be a mobster’s wife? I want to be his wife though, so I’ll learn. That’s all I can do.
I am about to fall asleep, but the doorbell rings again. Getting out of bed, I throw on some pajamas from my suitcase and go to answer it.
“Did you forget your key?” I ask as I open the door. The door is forcefully pushed open farther, hitting the wall behind it.