Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 98583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Or if there even are any lines at all.
“You’re dripping onto my palm like honey from a hive.” He grips my ass and dips his face down. He buries his mouth on my pussy from behind, licking me. It’s fucking filthy and incredible. “I learned something in life the hard way,” he whispers as he grips the belt at my wrists and plunges his fingers inside me again. “You can’t hate what you don’t love, at least a little bit. And right now, I want to worship you and make you fucking shatter. I want to break you, so you know how much I need you.”
“Then do it,” I moan.
He slips his fingers from my pussy and spanks my bare ass hard. It’s a loud crack, leaving a red welt and wet marks from my own arousal. Then he buries those fingers in my mouth, making me suck them clean before lifting my hips up in the air.
His cock fills me to the brim in one hard thrust.
I gasp, arching. My brain stutters and breaks for one incredible instant. All my life hangs in the balance of that moment. All my regrets and failures melt away in the rough embrace of this monster as he fucks me like an animal, taking me from behind, slamming into me over and over as he whispers in my ears, telling me how beautiful I am and how that makes him want to ruin me even more.
I take him, pushing back along his shaft, willing myself to break. He pulls my hair and wraps one thick hand around my throat, pressing just hard enough to let me know it’s there. I feel him filling, stretching me, breaking me, his hard body like the fear of a thunderstorm. I can’t look away as he slams me down against the couch and fills me hard, the sweet lightness of his unhinged and unfiltered moans filling my brain like pure heroin, and that’s what finally wrecks me. It’s his pleasure and his want, how badly he needs me, how he’s slowly losing control too.
“Adriano,” I gasp, guiding my ass back against him harder. “Oh, my fucking god, Adriano.”
“Husband,” he says, grabbing my hair. “Call me your husband.”
“Fuck me, husband,” I whimper, my eyes rolling back. “I’m so close.”
“Then come for me, you filthy fucking girl. Come for me, my beautiful slut, my sinner, come on my big dick and fucking thank me when you’re done.”
I shatter, gasping, skin flushed, fingers digging into the belt around my wrists, his name on my lips until I can’t even make those sounds anymore, and he doesn’t relent. God, he doesn’t slow down; he takes me and takes me, and it’s only when he fills me with his thick warmth that I finally come back down too.
“Fuck,” he says, husky and sweet. I’m grinning like a maniac. My ears are ringing. I can barely think.
“Yeah, fuck.”
Gingerly, tenderly, he takes off the belt. He kisses my wrists where the leather left red marks. I might have a welt, and I don’t care. He strokes me, his lips pressing to my shoulder, my collarbone, my chin, and my cheek, and finally my lips. “Wife,” he says possessively. “Such a good girl. So fucking beautiful. God, you do such a good job. You’re so fucking perfect.”
I curl into him as he praises me. It’s almost as good as the sex. His arms wrap around my body, and he tugs me close.
“Do me a favor,” I say, feeling very small and vulnerable. “Carry me upstairs and put me in bed.”
His arms tighten their grip as he lifts me. “Done.”
I cling to him as he takes me up the stairs and into our room. He puts me down gently into bed and wraps the blankets around me, fussing with the pillow to make sure it’s perfect. Then he gets undressed and climbs into bed beside me, pulling me close against his big, strong body, and I sink down into him. I let the warmth and comfort take me. I feel like he ripped me in half, and now he’s slowly stitching me back together. Where the breaks were, I’m filled with concrete and iron.
Stronger and better than before.
Chapter 22
Adriano
Inearly fall asleep. If I’m ever going to get any rest with all these demons haunting me, it’s in Lucy’s arms.
Even if I know it’s wrong.
I shouldn’t be doing this. Getting close to her is a mistake. I know my future. I know my soul. There’s nothing good inside me. Only a rotten man doing terrible deeds for his family. And one day, maybe not all that long from now, I’ll end up exactly like my father.
I’ll forget Lucy’s face. I’ll forget her name. I’ll forget this moment, right now, this perfect moment, my new wife in my arms and her taste still singing on my tongue, and that’s the biggest tragedy of all.