Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
When I finally come down, Shawn unzips his pants and hovers at my entry.
“Are you sure you’re ready?”
“I’m beyond ready,” I whisper hoarsely.
Distracting me with a fervent kiss, Shawn thrusts his ready cock inside. I claw at his back, my pleas muffled by his lips. He slides out slowly, waiting for me to adjust, before gently re-entering. We fall into a rhythm, his hips grinding against mine ensuring his cock is deep within at all times.
Where I wanted it hard and brutal from Kane, I crave it slow and intimate from Shawn. I’m no longer trying to forget my heartache. I’m no longer willing to run from things I’m scared of. I’ve got everything I ever wanted, on top and inside me right now.
This isn’t fucking.
This is a man making love to his wife because all is forgiven.
* * *
With heels in hand, I close Shawn’s door as quietly as possible before heading to my own room. I woke wrapped in his protective arms, his heavy breathing telling me he’s fast asleep. Needing to shower and change out of my dress, I decide to do all that from my own room and then sneak back into bed with Shawn before he wakes.
The sun’s beginning to rise over the horizon, the crashing waves the only soundtrack for the otherwise peaceful resort.
I smile, recalling how attentive Shawn had been during our lovemaking. How he remembered all the things I love and all the things which turn me on. After all these years of marriage, that was the best sex we’ve ever had.
Scanning the key card, my door unlocks and the smile drops from my face.
I freeze, unable to cross the threshold, my heart now joining the ocean in creating a beat.
What the fuck…
I look behind me then scan the room, repeating the process until I feel safe enough to close the door behind me, locking me away from the safety of the outside world. I push open the bathroom slider to find the room empty. I do the same with the robe door. Nothing.
Then I turn to the exquisite bouquet of flowers identical to the first bouquet Kane Alexander sent me not so long ago. They lay angled on my pillow, their beauty lost to the threats they hold.
How did he find me, and how long has he been watching and waiting?
Swallowing hard, I pull the card free and open it, quickly realizing that I’d been feeding the monster. With every smile, every touch, every word we spoke, I allowed his obsession to manifest and now he’s never going to let me go. Because what is a king without his queen.
There’s one line written in perfect handwriting.
One line long enough to brim my eyes with tears.
One riddled line that brings my newfound happiness crashing down around me.
The Bad Wolf will always hunt his Little Red.
THE END