Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 54056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
The plea in her voice makes my fucking heart ache. She regrets me. I’m asshole enough to hate knowing it. Hell, I’m asshole enough to not want her to feel it.
I want her to want me the same goddamn way I’ve wanted her for the last year. I’m asshole enough to marry her when she was too drunk to consent. And bastard enough to keep her bound to me now, no matter what. I’ll lie, cheat, and steal to keep that ring on her finger if that’s what it takes. Whatever I have to do to prove to her that this is where she wants to be.
Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve gone to extremes to keep her close. It’s not like the nonprofit where she works in DC just materialized out of thin air. She wanted to be close to Micah but couldn’t find a position. So I created one.
But she doesn’t know that. No one does. The charity serves underprivileged kids. And I started it just to keep her close.
The world would recoil in horror if they knew. Perfect captain? Perfectly unhinged, perhaps. And this perfect little goddess is the sole cause of my descent into madness.
I roll her beneath me, crawling over her. My cock throbs at the feel of her body beneath mine, so soft and sweet.
“Regret me already, wife?” I growl.
Her lips part as she stares up at me. She looks so fucking sweet, all confused and sleepy.
I groan, attacking her mouth. I can’t fucking stop myself. She’s right here, beneath me, looking utterly goddamn fuckable in nothing but my T-shirt and her panties.
She brushed her teeth before bed because she doesn’t taste like vodka and orange juice now. She tastes like mint. She tastes like mine.
“My wife,” I growl, loving the way that sounds.
She whines low in her throat, her fingers threading through my hair to pull me closer. One leg curves around my hip, opening her up to me. I should stop this. I know I should. But I’ve already established that I’m an asshole willing to do whatever it takes to keep her.
I grind against her hot little pussy, nipping her bottom lip.
“Archer!” She throws her head back, trembling beneath me.
“Like that?” I do it again, driving the head of my cock against her pretty little cunt. “Still regret waking up in my bed?”
“S-stop…talking.”
I chuckle at her breathless command, catching one hard nipple between my teeth.
She sobs my name, bucking against me.
“Yeah, just like that, baby,” I groan. “Keep working your hips just like that.” Christ, I want to slip her panties aside and lick her cunt until she’s screaming my name. Bet she won’t regret me then. I’ll just keep her coming until she forgets that she said yes while she was too drunk to do it.
“I…I…” She gasps suddenly, going rigid beneath me. “Oh my god! Archer! What is that?”
If she’s asking, I’m not doing it right.
And then I realize she’s staring in horror at the ring on her finger.
“Your ring.”
Wrong answer, apparently.
Sheer panic filters through her expression. She stares up at me like a wild woman on the verge of losing it completely. “Divorce,” she mumbles. “We have to get a divorce. We need lawyers and paperwork and probably other things I can’t even think about right now.”
“We aren’t getting divorced,” I say, my voice a deep rumble. Hell no. We aren’t fucking getting a divorce. Ever.
She gapes up at me, panic turning to suspicion. “Are you still drunk?”
“No.”
“Did you bump your head?”
“No.”
The suspicion in her gray eyes grows. “Are you on drugs, Archer?”
I crack a smile despite myself. Fuck. She’s cute when she’s spiraling. “I’m not on drugs, Wren. And I’m perfectly sane, too,” I add, just in case that’s her next question. Might as well cut it off at the pass.
“Obviously not. We got married last night, Archer. Married! And you just want to pretend that’s a totally normal thing to do.”
“People get married all the time.”
“Not drunk in Vegas!”
“Actually…”
She shoves against my shoulders, growling wordlessly.
I chuckle and kiss her again. “You’re cute as hell when you’re freaking out, little bird.”
“And you’re annoying when you’re not freaking out enough.”
She has no idea. But I’m ready to lose it because she wants to leave me. She’s freaking out because I don’t want her to go. Clearly, we need to get on the same page here.
How the fuck do you make someone fall in love with you?
“Annulment!” she practically shouts at me. “That’s what we need.”
That is absolutely not what we need. But she definitely needs me to spank her pretty little ass.
“Wren, baby, if we rush out and get an annulment now, it’ll do more harm than good,” I murmur, stroking her cheek. Trying not to grind against her again. Goddamn. Her pussy is right there. Wet. Perfect. Mine.