Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Marriage was not going to be a hardship, especially if the past three months were anything to go by. He actually liked having her around.
That was the most fucked-up thing about all of this, apart from the kidnapping. He had everything else under control, and that was messed up. He knew this.
Once he got control of himself and was no longer ready to explode in her mouth, he began to explore the pretty cunt in front of him. He took her swollen clit into his mouth, sucking on it, and then releasing it, to explore more of her pussy. She was so freaking perfect.
His mouth watered for more, and she let out this little moan that vibrated up his cock. The truth was, he didn’t know how much he was going to last with her mouth doing that dance on his length, so he got to work bringing her to orgasm. He wanted her to come, and quickly.
Taking her clit into his mouth, he used his tongue to tease across and around, then suckle her. He felt her thrust down against him, and he let her go long enough to slicken his fingers with his saliva and then press them right against her anus. She let out a single cry and jolted as if she was trying to throw herself off.
With his other hand, he banded it across her hips, not allowing her to go anywhere. He wanted her all to himself, and he was not going to let her go, even for a second.
Another moan, another whimper, and then he felt her tip right over that edge, coming. Her pussy growing wetter by the second. Her orgasm triggered a fire within her, and he felt the change as she seemed to take more of his cock deep into her mouth. He felt the tip hit the back of her throat, but she didn’t seem to care, as she went deeper.
He was close, and he kept prolonging her orgasm, not letting her clit go, until he felt that shot of bliss as he came, filling her mouth.
Once again, Emily surprised him by swallowing every last drop.
Marriage to her might not be so bad at all.
Chapter Five
“Would you like to take a walk with me?”
Emily looked toward Dom, and she glanced to where she had been heading, which was the library. It had been three days since he asked her to marry him. In those three days, she had seen him once. That had been the following morning, when he gave her the instruction to move all of her stuff into his room. She’d been quite surprised by the request, but she’d done it anyway.
Since then, she hadn’t seen him nor slept against him, or known what he’d been doing. She was starting to think she had dreamed the whole proposal and the sex, or the foreplay, or whatever he wanted to call it. She hadn’t even known he returned home.
Each morning, she went about her day, exactly like the last. She’d arrive downstairs, with the intention of serving him breakfast, only to find him gone. The table would be set for her where she’d eat, and then go and enjoy her day. She spent most of the time reading. She never thought she could get tired of reading.
Now, glancing over at him, going for a walk seemed like the best idea in the world.
“I’d love to.”
She wasn’t kidding about being trapped in the house, only being allowed to leave when Dom allowed it. The soldiers around his house just wouldn’t budge, no matter what she said to them. They would not allow her to leave, and it was fine—at least that was what she kept telling herself.
Stepping toward him, she couldn’t help but feel that flutter in the pit of her stomach, just from looking at him.
“You’re back,” she said.
Emily couldn’t help but tense as he reached out and cupped her cheek.
“Why did you do that?” Dom asked.
He didn’t move. He still had a hand on her cheek.
“Do what?”
“Flinch!”
He didn’t look happy.
“I … ugh, I guess I don’t know. Erm, maybe I thought you were going to, ugh, you know, kill me.”
Both hands cupped her face and forced her to look at him. She stared into his eyes, and she didn’t want to look away.
“You’re going to be my wife, and I will not hurt you, Emily. I will not kill you. Being my wife guarantees your safety.” And with that, he pressed his lips to hers, and she couldn’t help but melt against him.
Each touch felt even better than the one before. Emily wanted to keep her eyes open, to look at him, and she knew that was wrong. This man was a cold-blooded killer, someone she should be afraid of, and yet he made her melt at each look, each touch, each time he said her name.