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)
He has to make up for all the things he did because I don’t want my love for him to be tainted by my anger, by his lies and crimes. I don’t want to remember him as my kidnapper. I want to remember him as my husband and the man I love.
Something passes through his features, through his entire body, which becomes larger somehow. His broad shoulders stretch out and his chest swells up to massive proportions. His eyes glitter in the dark, and I swear his fingers on my body go all heated and so, so tight that I’m this close to moaning under them. Even his voice grows gruffer and more growly as he says, “You’ve got no clue what you just did, do you?”
My heart, already pounding, starts knocking in my chest so hard, I lose my breath for a second. “Yes, I do.”
He circles his glittery eyes over my features before refuting, “No, you don’t.”
“I—”
“You just opened the door.”
“The d-door?”
“The one I was trying”—he kneads my flesh again, all impatiently—“really fuckin’ hard not to bust down.”
“Last night?”
“Last night.”
“I think—”
“And guess what,” he rasps, his mouth so close to mine that it feels like I’m already drinking the lemonade. “I’m not just watchin’ anymore.”
“You’re not?”
“No, I’m climbin’ in the bed with you.”
A current runs down my spine and I pull at his hair again. “I-I want you to.”
“I’m throwin’ away the sheet you’ve got on.”
“I don’t care.”
“And I’m tearin’ off the clothes you’re wearing.”
“O-okay.”
“You’re not gonna need them anymore.”
“Why not?”
“Because if you want somethin’ to cover your gorgeous little body with, it’s gonna be my body. And you know why that is, don’t you?”
I shiver. “W-why?”
His fingers on my waist dig and dig into my flesh as he growls, “Because you’re my wife and if you wanna be warm, it’s my job to make it so.”
I swallow again and hold on to his shoulders, my nerves finally getting the better of me. “Okay, but… but let’s talk first.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes because I thought—”
“I know what you thought.”
I lick my lips. “What?”
“You thought I’m a man but I’m not just a man.”
“No?”
He shakes his head slowly. “No, I’m not just a man. I think in all your girly fuckin’ excitement you forgot that I’m a man who spent the last eight years behind bars. Six months of which I spent dreamin’ about you.”
“I didn’t. I—”
“And when a man’s locked up and dreamin’ for that long, he starts to change,” he goes on, his words all rough and rippling with danger. “He becomes harder, rougher. Aggressive. So that when they finally let him out, he doesn’t come out a man; he comes out a bull. And you know what a bull does, don’t you?”
“What?”
He waits a beat to answer, and I know he does it to keep me on my toes.
In fact I do just that. As I wait for him to tell me, I go up on my toes and I plaster my body against his. And in response, he pulls me up even higher. He slides his corded arms around my waist and squeezes them to bring me up so my feet leave the ground and my toes barely graze it. So all I can do is completely and absolutely depend on him to keep me upright.
When he’s done overpowering me this way, he finally goes, “He fucks.”
I flinch, or I would have if he’d let me. But he has such a hold on me that all I can do is curl my toes as he continues, “And he fucks like it’s his job. Like that’s all he knows how to do, fuck and rut and fuck again until he can’t do it anymore. Especially when there’s a ripe little pussy around. And you know you’ve got a ripe little pussy, don’t you, that pops off like a firecracker just by me lookin’ at it.”
“That’s not—”
“So I know what you thought. You thought you’ll kiss me and I’ll kiss you back and it’ll be like the movies. It’ll be like the books you read. But, darlin’, you already know I never read a book I liked and this is as real as it gets. I jerked off to your body just because your tits shake when you breathe in your sleep. I licked your pussy and gulped down your juices under the bullshit guise of calmin’ you down. Which you loved so much that you humped my mouth to kingdom come and squirted down my throat like a fuckin’ hurricane. So you wanna kiss me, baby, I’ll kiss you back. I’ll kiss you back all you like but then we’ll do the things that I like. And that’s not gonna end well for you.”
He’s doing it on purpose.
He’s trying to scare me, even though he’s right. I was thinking I want to kiss him because I love him, and I want him to kiss me back after everything he’s done to me. Because I have zero experience with guys, and he knows that. So I just wanted to take things slow for tonight.