Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
“No, I don’t.”
“Let me guess, I’m going to have to trust you?”
“Pretty much.”
“I’m having to take on a lot of faith here, and what do you have to do?”
“Take care of you, make sure nothing happens, and always be there for you.”
She nibbled her lip. “Do you think my life is in danger?”
“I have no idea what to think but if Daemon feels he can’t use you, then you become useless to him.”
“Wow,” Rosalie said.
“I’m not going to lie to you. If you want me to tell you shit that’s not true, then tell me to do that. I’m not going to paint you a world and life that isn’t there.”
“It’s fine,” she said, shrugging. “It’s not like I wasn’t aware of this, right?”
He nodded.
“I am sorry,” Rosalie said. “About your sister. That must have been … awful.”
He looked at her and saw tears glistening in her eyes. “You don’t need to say sorry. You didn’t cause it.”
“I know I didn’t, but it must have been … I can’t even imagine … and you were there. You held her. I’m so sorry.”
Colt looked away, pursing his lips. “How’s Petal today?”
Rosalie laughed. “I don’t know what you’ve told Dirty to do, but he will not give Petal a moment’s peace. Even last night, when we talked, he insisted on taking her out to dinner instead, and all cell phones were banned.”
“I’ve got nothing to do with Dirty. He’s acting on his own.”
“Is he a good guy?” Rosalie asked.
“Yes.”
“But will he be good for Petal, if … you know, that’s what he’s doing?”
Colt didn’t know how to answer that. Lies were the easiest. Rosalie was only looking out for her friend.
“He’ll be good to her.”
Rosalie smiled. She finished her breakfast, and then sipped at her coffee. He watched her.
“I better go and do the dishes,” she said a few moments later.
She picked up their used plates and left him with his coffee. He sat drinking the dark, sweet liquid, and then he got to his feet, entered the kitchen, and watched Rosalie.
Today she’d opted for a beautiful white dress. He expected to be able to see her lingerie through it, but it was a modest white dress, molded to her tits and waist, only to flare out at the hips and fall to just below her knees. She wore a pair of flat sandals on her feet. Stepping closer to her, he put his hands either side of the sink and Rosalie hesitated in cleaning the dishes.
“Did you enjoy my hands on you last night?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Rosalie, I want to touch you again. I need you to tell me if that’s a problem?” he asked.
“It’s … no problem.”
He smiled and then moved his hands to her waist, holding her steady.
“You can keep washing the dishes if you’d like. Just pretend I’m not here.”
“Kind of impossible to do,” she said.
He ran his hands up her body until he cupped her tits. “Clothes should be outlawed on a honeymoon, don’t you think?”
This made her giggle. “You expect me to go to town naked?”
“No, but I think I’d like you to walk around the villa naked, for me.”
“And will you do the same?”
“You want me naked?” he asked.
“Yes.”
His clothes were gone within a matter of seconds. He only wore linen shorts, a crisp white shirt, and he’d not even bothered with boxers.
Rosalie pulled her hands from the water and he gave her enough room to spin around.
“You’re naked,” she said.
“Stating the obvious, baby,” he said.
He saw her gaze wander down his body. They had never seen each other naked. He reached out, teasing the strap on her shoulder and started to lower it down her body. She didn’t fight him. He did the same to the other and then he pulled the dress down her body, allowing it to fall at her feet. She wore a pair of white lace panties and a matching bra. He took care of them quickly, removing them from her body. Now he’d finally seen her naked. And she was stunning.
Curves where he wanted them. He looked forward to her gaining the weight she had lost, but he loved her full hips and juicy thick thighs. They were the kind of thighs that could wrap around his waist and take the pounding he wanted to give her, but he knew he had to take his time. He had no problem with that. Warden had told him to enjoy his honeymoon and that’s all he planned to do—enjoy the pleasures of his woman.
She was so fucking beautiful. He craved her. Those tits called to be touched. Every single part of Rosalie was beautiful. He couldn’t believe in that moment that he had ever hated her.
“I have no idea what I’m doing,” she said.
“We’re just two people, Rosalie. Forget about our past. We’re two strangers that have been married because we couldn’t help ourselves, and now this is our honeymoon.” He couldn’t resist anymore and cupped her ass, drawing her closer. “If you don’t want this, tell me. Tell me to fuck off and we’ll go our separate ways. We’ll keep fucking like we do every single Friday night, and that will be our life until all of this is over.”