Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 31800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Vaughn’s face turns...purple.
It’s the only word I can think of.
He’s as purple as Barney right now while Arav’s face remains expressionless, and my husband...
Oh, my heart, please, oh please...be still.
The truth shall set you free indeed, and while I may not be as obedient and as knowledgeable as I would have liked and needed to be about my faith, I do remember that it’s written...
The wife gives authority over her body to her husband, and the husband gives authority over his body to his wife.
And oh, the way Lykan simply gazes back at me right now...
He’s acting like the words I’ve just said are as it should be, and I’m torn between laughing and crying again because in his eyes, I also see the same promise.
His body, heart, soul is also mine, as it should be.
Lykan’s arm tightens around my waist as he turns to Arav. “I assume you understand what your next steps should be?”
“Of course, Your Highness.” Arav turns to Vaughn. “Mr. Fuller, may I invite you to confer privately in another room?”
“No!” The hostility in Vaughn’s tone makes me sad. “This isn’t over—”
Arav nods at Nadir, and the attendant displays surprising strength in the way he redirects Vaughn to the door despite the latter’s struggles.
“Stop this! I’m the firstborn son! I’m the—”
Nadir successfully drags him out of the room, and Arav turns to face us. “If you will excuse us, Your Highness?”
“Excused.”
Arav firmly shuts the doors behind him, and the sound of Vaughn’s belligerent protests eventually fades.
Lykan tips my chin, and my heart skips a beat as our gazes meet.
“Thank you.”
Oh, this gravely humble side of Lykan is enthralling and terrifying at the same time.
“I didn’t expect you to agree so easily.”
“It’s part of my wifely duties—”
“Ah.”
Oh no.
I pull away the moment I hear him make such a sound. “Um, Lykan?”
“Mm?”
I think...
“Please don’t...”
I said the wrong thing again.
“There’s nothing to be nervous about,” croons the big bad wolf, I mean, sheikh. “I just want to show my appreciation—”
“Consider it shown,” I say quickly.
Lykan looks at me somberly. “That would be neither proper nor fair. You see, it’s just occurred to me that I have yet to make a similar vow about my husbandly duties.”
Uh huh.
The moment I hear his last two words...
I’m outta here.
But all I manage is a step before the sheikh catches me.
“I think I am supposed to cherish you as a wife, yes?”
He’s only whispering in my ear, and he already has me weak and trembling.
“Because you are the weaker vessel, fragile and delicate like glass—”
I can’t see where he’s going with this, but I’m already sure it’s going to kill me.
“And so in order to make sure you do not break...”
He moves so, so fast, I have no time to react. The next thing I know, he already has me blindfolded with his handkerchief, my hands tied behind my back with his necktie—
Ah!
Did he just rip my—
Ah!
And my—
“Lykan!”
Cool air teases my body as I stand completely naked before my husband...while I’m drowning in darkness.
“Yes, habibti?”
Oh, how dare he habibti his way out of this?
“What do you think you’re doing?” I cry out.
“Making sure you don’t break.”
“By torturing me?”
“Wise, wise girl.”
He says that, and yet why does it sound like the opposite?
“That’s exactly what I’m going to do. I’m going to torture you with pleasure—”
All I can do is gasp when he plunges inside me from behind without warning.
“Until you get used to it.”
He’s going to kill me alright.
And I just hate how he’s going to make me love every moment of it.
The End