Total pages in book: 166
Estimated words: 160042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
I feel his fingers flex and I look back at him.
God, he’s magnificent.
All broad and bare-chested. He unbuttoned his shirt at some point so now it hangs open, and every muscle on his torso is on display. It’s bathed by sweat and the meager moonlight, and I don’t think he’s ever been more beautiful than he is now.
I look into his glittering eyes as I breathe out, my chest heaving, “He tried to touch me with his filthy hands. So he should know. He should see. How you touch me. How you make me go to pieces for you. How no one can do what you do because you’re my everything. My husband, my savior. My daddy. If he hears me screaming out my daddy’s name, he’ll know not to touch me.”
His features are all tight, his jaw pulsing for a few seconds. “You wanna save his life, baby?”
I swallow. “I wanna s-save you.”
He slides his hand up my spine, bending down, his dick in my ass moving painfully, before grabbing the back of my neck and growling, “So you better scream your daddy’s name loud enough to bring down this motherfuckin’ roof and shatter his goddamn eardrums because if he forgets that you belong to me, even for a single second of his godforsaken life you’re askin’ me to spare, I’ll end him.” He squeezes my neck, smashing his thumb into my pulse. “You wanna save me, darlin’, you put on a hell of a show and show him what a whore you are for your daddy. Lettin’ me ass fuck you inches away from the man who thought he could touch what’s mine, yeah? That’s the only way I’m gonna be able to hold it together and not crush this little cockroach under my boots.”
So I do that. I scream and moan and put on a show for him. I show him what my husband does to me. If I reduce him to a bull, an animal who only knows how to mate, then he turns me into his whore who lets him fuck her ass inches away from a dying man who watches the whole thing. I don’t even think about what my body looks like in this moment. How my tits jiggle; how he makes them jiggle with his thrusts. How he grabs hold of my ass and makes it shake, and how every part of me is curvy and thick and awkward, because I don’t feel awkward. In this moment, I feel beautiful.
I feel his.
Because he’s losing it behind me. His hands are shaking. He’s breathing hard. His thrusts are haphazard. No to mention, he tells me. He says I’m beautiful. That I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. He calls me gorgeous, stunning, breathtaking.
He calls me his wife.
Somehow, it makes him go first. Calling me his wife or maybe it’s the fact that my ass is just that tight. Whatever it is, he’s the first to come and growl, “Motherfuck.”
His dick throbs inside of me, lashing out cum, all hot and thick. Which is what makes me go over, and I come. I come so much, writhing and twisting, shaking, that my arms give out. But he catches me. He gently detaches himself from me and cradles me in his arms. He places soft kisses on my face before shedding his shirt and draping it over me.
I’m thankful for it because once the heat of the moment is over, I don’t want anyone to see me but my husband. So when he kicks that asshole in his stomach hard enough to make him grunt before he carries me out of the cabin, I don’t mind. I nuzzle my nose in his sweet-smelling throat and smile.
He takes me to Rebel and puts me up on the saddle before climbing on himself. I’m settled against him as we take off at a slow gait when I remember something. “I saw you.”
His bare chest moves up and down with his breaths as he grunts, “Saw me where?”
I look up. “Through the kitchen window. With that cop.”
The moonlight hits him just then, revealing his clenched jaw. “You don’t need to worry about it.”
“It was the Turners, right? They sent him.”
“Told you, you don’t need to worry about it.”
“But Arsen, they’re not going to stop. Especially now that they know what you’re planning and—”
“They don’t know what I’m plannin’.”
My heart clenches in fear. He’s right. They don’t know. No one else does; only him. He has been lying to everyone except me. Although that’s not much consolation given he won’t tell me anything more. And for the hundredth time since yesterday when he told Peyton and me about what he wants us to do, I think about finding a way to make him stop. Only I can’t even imagine a way where he’ll give up taking revenge for the death of his ex-girlfriend.