Total pages in book: 331
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
I look over the abandoned cemetery. I don’t think there’s anything I can say that will make her feel differently. My wife thinks very little of herself because of how she’s been used, but I’m making it my life’s mission to show her how important she is. That she is somebody.
My wife.
My world.
My everything.
I hope I go first so I don’t have to spend a life without her, but I’ll be dammed if she’s cremated and dumped here. I will make sure that her guardian knows she is to be buried at Carnage next to me.
“You belong next to me—your Lord. Your husband. And that’s where you will be laid to rest.” This is something I will not budge on. I don’t care if I die twenty years before she does, there will be instructions to make sure my wife is next to me.
“So bossy.” A smile tugs at her lips, and I don’t hide mine.
My girl likes me taking control and telling her what she’ll do.
She falls to straddle my legs, and it pushes her dress up in the process. My hands go to her thighs. “Want to know a secret?”
“Absolutely.”
“My first kiss was in this cemetery.”
My teeth grind. “Who was he?” I demand.
She smiles. “So jealous.”
If she is able to remember the fucker, he’s dead. “I mean it, Eve. Who the fuck was it?”
“Why? Going to kill him?”
“Yes.” I’m going to bury his body right here with all the other sorry bastards.
Her smile just grows, showing off her perfectly straight teeth. “Why would you do that?”
“Because I don’t want anyone out there walking around knowing what my wife’s lips feel like.”
She throws her head back, laughing. As much as I love that sound, I don’t find this funny. Reaching up, I wrap my hand around her delicate neck, cutting off her laughter. Bringing her face to mine, I glare at her.
“That’s a shame because I’m quite fond of him.” My hand tightens at her confession, and she leans forward, pressing her lips to mine, and speaks softly. “It was you.”
“Don’t lie to me, Eve.”
“I’m not. It was you. In this very spot.”
I snort. “You only let me kiss you to distract me so you could drug me.” It didn’t take me long to figure out her plan when I woke up on the ground covered in dirt.
She laughs softly. “True, but…that doesn’t change the fact that you were my first kiss.”
I frown, and she props the bottle of whiskey up against a rock on the ground before wrapping her arms around my neck. Her fingers gently play with my hair while her gaze drops to my shirt.
I can tell when her mind wanders off. “What is it, Eve?”
“I… My body was used a lot, but no one ever kissed me.” Her eyes meet mine. “Until you,” she whispers.
I let go of her neck and push her hair off her shoulder.
“I told myself to stay away. Not to let you get too close, because I knew…”
“Knew what?” I urge.
“That if I let you kiss me I’d be done for.”
“Done for?” I smirk, trying to lighten the mood. “You make it sound like falling in love with me was a horrible mistake.”
She slaps my chest playfully and rolls her eyes.
Grabbing her face, I bring her lips to mine. My fingers slide into her already tangled hair, and she moans into my mouth while her hips grind into mine.
She pulls away, panting, her heavy eyes on mine. “You know you’re the best thing to ever happen to me.”
I’m going to give this woman the life she dreams of. Whatever she wants.
She leans in to kiss me, and this time her hand falls to my belt.
I swallow her yelp when I slap her ass. Removing my belt, I pull away from her lips and push her arms behind her back. I tie them without looking, and when I’m satisfied, I wrap an arm around her waist and get up, placing her on the ground.
“Kash,” she breathes, arching her back.
I kneel over her, pushing her dress up to her neck to expose her body to me, and then undo my jeans, pulling my hard cock out.
I don’t bother removing her underwear. Instead, I just pull it to the side and slide into my wife. No foreplay.
The thought of being the first and only man to kiss her gives me an animalistic need. Of course there could be others she just doesn’t remember. But I’ll take it. It means something to her, so it means something to me.
I wish now more than ever I would have paid more attention on the Isabella. Fingering her that night made me like every other man that had used her. I should have asked questions. Forced answers.
She cries out, and I silence her with my lips. My hands slide under her head, gripping her hair and holding her in place as I slam into her soaked cunt.