Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 89772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
I growled, abruptly jerking back, yanking her hair by the nook of her neck. Still inches away from my mouth, she panted against my lips, frantically trying to gather her bearings from my tight hold. Both our bodies shook with undeniable desire. Every part of her determination hammered all around me.
I could hear it thrumming in my ears.
I could feel it in my bones.
Breaching the walls she securely had in place when it came to me. I swear every part of my nervous system was breaking, shutting down, making it hard to see, let alone stand.
I don’t know if it was her disobedience.
The arguing between us that felt a lot like foreplay.
Or the fact that she was now Mrs. Martinez…
It was thrilling.
Euphoric, a high in itself.
She weakly thrashed around in my embrace as I held her tighter against my chest. Both of us breathless.
Which had me rasping, “I’ll destroy myself before you ever can. Do you understand me?”
She frustratingly groaned. I didn’t know if it was from what I said or from knowing it was the truth. Or possibly from knowing she wasn’t going anywhere, unless I allowed her to. Closing her eyes, she tried to govern her breathing and all her thoughts.
Especially her fucking heart that I was callously cutting into shreds.
I loosened my hold, slowly brushing my lips against hers. Wanting to feel her one last time. Her eyes snapped open, and I saw it before it happened. Forcefully, she shoved me with all her strength. I let her feel as if she was in control, it was the least I could do.
I let her go.
She didn’t falter, picking up her gown and hauling ass out of the church with my feet stomping behind her. Acting on pure adrenaline and fury from what she started…
An all-out war between us.
Once she exited the cathedral, reporters and cameras circled her. Surrounding us like the vultures they were.
“Mrs. Martinez! Where are you going?” one shouted.
“How does it feel to be a mafia queen?” another yelled.
Lights, camera, action.
The security guards invaded her space, blocking off the animals as best as they could. She placed her hands in front of her trying to see through the flashing bright lights. Unable to manage my own strength, I pulled her away from them much harder than I intended. Needing to get us the hell out of there, fully aware it wouldn’t stop there.
Hurrying us down the concrete stairs, she tried to keep up with my stride, while I hastily rushed us over to the limo waiting for us in front of the church. The clicking sound of her heels beat deep within my core with each step she took. One-by-one it added to all the chaos erupting in my mind.
“You’re going too fast,” she pleaded, as I quickly ascended upon my car. “You’re going to make me fall.”
“You’ll never fall, I’ll always catch you.”
“How noble of you.” She forcefully yanked her arm away from my hold, spewing, “Are you for real? Who the hell do you think you are?”
“Your husband!”
Snap. Snap. Snap.
“Goddamn it!” I tore a camera out of my face, chucking it from my view with the man attached to it. Gripping onto her arm again, I snarled, “Not. Here. Not. Now.”
She glared at me, knowing she wouldn’t win a physical power struggle against me.
“Let go—”
I opened the limo door and threw her ass in there, slamming the door behind her. Running around to the other side, I jumped in, ordering, “Go! Now!”
The driver did, hitting the gas.
Right when I closed the partition to give us some privacy, Sienna really lost her shit.
Seething, “Fuck you!” She tackled me, simply proving to be the pain in the ass I knew she would be.
“I hate you! Do you hear me? I fucking hate you!” she roared, pounding on my chest. “You ruined everything! It’s my birthday! I was supposed to be leaving this life behind and now I’m stuck because of you! Do you have any idea what you’ve done? And how much I despise you for it! You selfish fucking bastard!”
She took a swing at my face, however, I intercepted, grabbing ahold of her wrist. Using the momentum from her anger, I spun her back to my chest. Subduing her swinging arms, I held her in place.
“Calm the fuck down,” I bit out.
“Why would you do this to me? Huh? Why would you punish me for a life I don’t want? You want me to trust you when I can’t even stand to look at you!”
Her legs flailed, thrashing her body around, trying to break free. She put up one hell of a fight against my strong embrace.
“I will never be your wife in the way it matters! You will have to rape me before I ever let you touch me tonight!”
Her words ripped into me like blades of a knife. Twisting the dagger right in my heart.