Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 88263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
He obeys, he gives me the only thing that could possibly help, he fucks me faster, deeper, until we’re moving together, grinding deep in pleasure, his forehead pressed against mine. I’m nothing more than the glowing bliss between my legs as this man destroys me, ruins me, builds me back into something resembling a person again like a beast.
I come with his hands on my hips. I come and can’t stop, back arched, mouth open, calling him my husband over and over. He finishes only moments after I begin, and we’re one massive orgasm, both of us groaning until we collapse together, sweaty messes, the sheets damp.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs, patting my ass. “My lovely girl.” His arms wrap around me, pulling me close as he breathes into my hair. “You don’t have any idea what I feel when you’re around.”
“I’m sure it’s not what I feel, which is generally revulsion.”
He chuckles, spanking me lightly. “Even fucked and satisfied, you can’t help yourself.”
“No, I really can’t. You’re an easy target.”
“I’m used to it, my wife. If your childish temper bothered me, I would be half the man I am today.”
“Good for you, I guess. Meanwhile, I’m stuck in bed with a grumbling bear.”
“Do you need another spanking? Because I’d be happy to give you one.”
“You’d only force me to say the safe word.”
“Let’s find out.” He tries to roll me onto my stomach. I struggle against him, laughing, but I don’t last long. He’s easily twice my size, and he knows how to wrestle. Once pinned on my belly, he gives my ass a few light half-hearted slaps until he pulls me back against him. “There, now are you pacified?”
“After those little love taps? Not even close.”
He laughs, sighing. “I know you think what we have is temporary, but I’ve been having this dream lately. You and me, living in a house we buy together outside of the city. A big house with a huge lawn.”
“That sounds surprisingly okay,” I say, a little uncomfortable that my immediate reaction isn’t horror. I should put an end to this dream—it’s only going to end in misery—but I let him keep talking.
“We’d have a housekeeper, a private chef. Multiple dogs, but absolutely no cats.”
“At least one cat,” I amend.
He grunts. “Fine. One cat that lives outside.”
I smile to myself. The bastard is such a softie for me. “Indoor cat. You’ll love him.”
“Most of all, we’ll have children. Five children. Three nannies. A host of nurses and helpers. But we’ll create our own little brood.”
I wriggle against him, eyes open wide as my heart pulses into my throat. “You want five?” I ask. “Who the hell is having all these babies?”
He must think my nervous tone is fear of having a bunch of kids, but it’s more that I’m already starting on number one, but he doesn’t know it yet. “Don’t worry. You can handle it. We’ll have the best doctors.”
“No, it’s just—” I stop myself. How can he start talking about children? Why is this man, this mobster, this gangster, why is he talking about having kids?
He wants to be a father.
Meanwhile, I’m doing my best to keep that away from him.
I keep thinking he’s the monster, but what if I’m wrong? What if I’m the monster here?
I’m pregnant and he doesn’t know it, but I’m pretty sure if I told him, he’d be ecstatic.
Guilt crushes me, sudden and intense.
“I understand. It’s too soon to be discussing children.” He kisses my neck. “But I’m thinking about it.”
“Yeah,” I say, feeling distant and strange. “I’m sure you are.”
He grumbles something as he pulls me closer. I let him hold me, but I can’t enjoy it anymore. The post-sex bliss is blown away by the sudden rush of adrenaline, fear, and uncertainty.
What would happen if I told him now?
But I already know. He wouldn’t hurt me. He wouldn’t even be angry.
He’d do something so much worse.
He’d never let me get away.
No more five-month clause. No more escape.
I close my eyes, breathing deep to keep myself steady.
When he finds out, he’s going to be so happy.
Then I’m going to break his heart when I divorce him.
Chapter 31
Nolan
I’m wary of this dinner invitation from Carson’s wife, but I know better than to turn it down. Besides, it’s obvious Keely wants to go, even if she’s been distant all day long. I suspect my family talk freaked her out, which is understandable. She still hasn’t acclimated to the idea that our marriage isn’t ending anytime soon.
“Have you talked to Ash about life as a Crowley wife?” I ask, trying to find a casual conversation, but failing miserably. I don’t know how to do small talk.
“She doesn’t say much.” Keely’s staring out the window, ignoring me.
“My brother seems very devoted. To an almost unhealthy degree.”
“Yeah, he’s a total obsessed psycho.” She glances over. “Like you.”