Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
“Call me husband,” I demand, baring my teeth against her mouth. “Say it. Let’s pretend it’s true. I’ll burst like a dam, darlin’.”
Caution flashes in her eyes. Panic.
But I bear down harder, I frame her jaw in my hand and don’t allow her to break eye contact. “All that come I put in you, Bianca? You’re damn well already pregnant, darlin’.” Does she realize how intensely her core flexes when I say those words? “You’re going to give me a baby with green eyes, just like their mother.”
“Dusty.”
“Husband. Say it. Let me dream.”
I change angles and pleasure sparks in her eyes, her hands flying to my shoulders and squeezing tight. Right there. I’ve got her now. “Husband,” she whispers.
Propping myself up on an elbow, I smack her perky tits, watching her nipples plump in the wake of the sting. “Louder.”
“Husband! You’re my husband.”
“Oh, darlin’. Sweet Jesus Christ!”
We climax at the same time. She clenches up, trembling, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip, and I flatten her, my hips in a permanent flex, my bellow of relief echoing around her small bedroom. My balls are being milked by an invisible fist, my stomach straining painfully while it releases the immense pressure Bianca put inside of me. Every emotion possible for a man is flooding inside of me, love the most prevalent one of all.
There is no other woman in this world who could correspond to me this perfectly. No other woman who could bring my blood to a boiling point and make my heart race out of control. There is only her and there will only ever be her.
I love Bianca.
I cannot live without her.
But when the sweat begins to cool on our bodies, I can feel her preparing for a fight.
So be it.
I’ll fight to keep her until the day I die.
“If you’ve got something to say, let’s hear it,” I say from above, planting a kiss on her pouty mouth, anchoring her wrists on either side of her head. “Say your piece, so I can get back to stroking your insides with this footlong.”
She lets out a trembling breath. “I’ve created a monster.”
I grin down at her.
Before she can catch herself, she smiles back, so angelic she makes me ache.
That emotion in her eyes? It’s pure love. Maybe not as obsessive and powerful as my love for her, but I’ll get her there. I’ll kill myself making her love me like this.
When Bianca realizes she’s smiling, she shakes herself and goes back to pouting, but she’s already given herself away.
Bring on the fight.
She’s coming home with me, come hell or high water.
Eventually she’ll realize it, too.
9
Bianca
Red alert.
This is a state of emergency.
I cannot believe how drastically this man makes my convictions leak out of my ears.
It’s dangerous. He’s dangerous.
He’s also a big, beautiful stud who gains a little more confidence every time we touch. The shy farmer is still in there, but now he knows he can pleasure me into following his orders. I just called him husband. That is the opposite of the plan!
Okay. Okay, I just need to regroup.
“Let me up, so I can get dressed.” I shove at his shoulders. His strapping body is half on top of mine, his arms wrapped around me in a bear hug. It’s very nice. It’s too nice. “We need to have a proper conversation.”
“We can talk just like this, darlin’,” he drawls, stroking my hair with his fingertips.
“No, I don’t think so.”
“Why not?”
“You’re…you’re using my body against me.”
His gaze sharpens, turns troubled. “Now don’t go saying it like that.”
“It’s the truth. You know that I’m extremely attracted to you. You’re weaponizing sex!”
He studies me hard for several seconds, before a cocky grin spreads across his face. “Extremely attracted, huh?”
I attempt to struggle out of his arms, but he keeps me pinned with little to no effort. It’s embarrassing, really. “Bring back the farmer who vowed never to cross my boundaries.”
“Now, Bianca.” His tone is serious. “Don’t pretend you didn’t want me to bring you back here and give that pussy hell.”
The body part in question throbs accusingly. “Stop talking like that,” I breathe.
He arches an eyebrow. “You like it too much?”
“Yes,” I sniff, turning my face away from him.
“Aw, darlin’.” He brushes kisses along my cheek. “Don’t be cross with me.”
“You’re making it very hard to be angry,” I admit. “But then I remember that you came here to kidnap me back to your magical farm. Even though I have the biggest meeting of my life tomorrow. Don’t you care about that?”
“Of course, I do,” he says fervently, tugging me closer to his chest.
“But not enough to let me stay in the city?”
For the first time since we started this conversation, he’s beginning to look conflicted. “Bianca, I warned you loud and clear.” He reaches down and flattens his palm on my belly. “My son or daughter might already be growing in here.”