Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 106312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 532(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 532(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Fuck, I’m in over my head with this man.
Eli Monti is gorgeous in the most perfect bad boy way.
I’m letting him fuck me, and he wants me to call him my husband.
A small part of me, no matter how hard I try to deny it, wants there to be truth in this claim.
And it’s the most terrifying thing I’ve experienced.
What have I gotten myself into?
CHAPTER 44
Eli
When she screams, it’s like music to my ears.
I want her to call me husband. Fuck, I never knew I wanted it so badly until I had her. But I do.
I fucking need it.
She goes limp in my arms, still wrapped around me, as my cum leaks out of her, mixed with her blood. I don’t know why, but lately, I’ve become more desperate to keep her by my side, as if she’s going to vanish any moment now. And that’s unnerving as fuck.
I like fucking her. Correction: I fucking love fucking her. I could eat that sweet pussy for days on end.
And I think she’d let me.
“You can put me down now,” she says weakly, not making any attempt at moving herself.
“I quite like where you are.”
“Oh my God, are you getting hard again?”
“Possibly.” I laugh as she pushes back, and I lift her up and place her down on her feet. She leans against the shower wall, looking me in the eyes.
“Our temporary truce is over,” she says with a smug expression as she runs her hands over her wet hair.
“Even though my cum is currently dripping out of your pussy? I can clean it up if you like.”
“I need to get myself checked now,” she says, shaking her head with a laugh. But it’s not fluttering like it usually is. I want to tug her back into me. It’s the same push and pull but different. She’s different right now, and I don’t know why.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some expensive watches to unpack and potentially accidentally smash.” She opens the shower door and steps out.
I smirk. “Do you want help unpacking your things?” I call out over the running water.
“No, fuck you.”
“You did that already,” I say loudly as I step back under the water. Through the frosted glass of the shower door, I can see her wrap a towel around herself before she exits into the bedroom.
My cock is already semi-hard thinking about her fine-ass fucking body.
“Um, Eli,” she calls out.
“I told you to call me husband,” I remind her.
“Eli!” she calls again, but this time her voice sounds off.
I shut off the water and step onto the bath mat. Not bothering with a towel, I hurry into the bedroom, dripping water as I go. I find her standing near the walk-in closet… and my father sitting on the bed.
“I heard rumors, son,” he says, staring at me unapologetically as he avoids looking at Jewel, who thankfully still has a towel wrapped around her.
“Go into the bathroom,” I growl to her, infuriated by my father’s intrusion. She nods and shuts the door behind her, but I can sense her standing on the other side of the door, listening in.
“I would never ever look at her,” my father says, disgusted by the idea. And I know that, but I also have a feeling I know why he’s here. The door opens again, and Jewel offers me a towel. I take it and wrap it around myself.
“Since when do you listen to rumors?” I grit out.
“When they involve my son and the woman he’s marrying.” He raises a brow at me. “There were some unsavory masked men on our turf lately. I handled matters, but what I wasn’t expecting was for the final member of the four to come clean after watching us torture his friends. He said there’s a target on your back and that it has something to do with the fiancée you’ve taken up.”
“Why didn’t you come to me about people snooping around our territory? I thought you were letting me handle things now,” I growl, irritated. Although my father is slowly loosening his hold on the reins of the family business, he still steps over boundaries that were established for his early retirement. I can’t effectively take over and do my job if he’s hiding things from me. However, I understand the irony since I do the same thing.
“I’m telling you about it now.” He gives me a stern look. “You are my son, but if you lie to me to get this business or are keeping anything from me that jeopardizes this family because of or for your fiancée, I’ll kill her myself,” he warns as he stands. Then he adds, “I could never hurt you or replace you. But her, I could.”
“What the fuck did you just say?” I square up to my father, and although I’m taller than him, he looks down his nose at me in the arrogant, cold way he looks at his subordinates.