Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24894 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24894 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
No way. That can’t be happening. Not now.
But then, it’s like the whole Earth shifts beneath my feet as Roman gets down on one knee before me.
I gasp and cover my mouth with my hands as he raises his hand and presents me the ring. It’s a simple and utterly beautiful engagement ring. One medium diamond on a gold band, flanked by two smaller stones.
“Annie Stephanie Mercer. You are the love of my life. The only person to ever understand me. Ever since I met you, I’m a changed man. I can’t picture a future without you. You saved me. Not just my life but my soul. You brought back to life pieces of me I thought were dead.” Tears well up in my eyes. I clutch my chest as my legs start to tremble. “I want to spend the rest of my life taking care of you, protecting you, making you happy…and fulfilling every one of your wild sexual fantasies.”
A laugh chokes its way out of my lips as the tears spill from my eyes.
“Annie, will you marry me?”
The answer is so obvious I don’t even have to think twice.
“Yes!” I blurt out. “Yes, yes, yes, yes!”
My legs are turning into spaghetti as I extend my hand. He takes it in his and gently slides the ring onto my finger. It’s perfect.
I fall into Roman’s arms. My fiancé’s arms. Wow, just acknowledging that in my own mind sends another wave of joy rushing through me. We kiss, but a kiss on the lips isn’t enough. I kiss him all over his muscled body. I don’t even know what to do with the passion and excitement taking me over.
Finally, I just slump forward against him. I stare down at the diamond on my finger. It’s almost too much to believe.
“You had time to find a ring?” I whisper with a giggle.
“It was my mom’s,” Roman replies. “The only thing of hers I was able to keep. Now it’s yours.”
“Roman,” I sob, tears streaming down my cheeks. My pulse pounds in my temples, my cheeks sting with a blush, and every one of my limbs is trembling. I’m tingling all over as he holds me with his big arms. Who would have thought that the man sent to kill me, the man who broke into my bedroom and barred my escape, could be this tender? Could be this sweet?
“So that’s what you were talking to my dad about?” I say between sobs.
“I am a gentleman, right?” Roman chuckles. “And even if he was the reason for this mess, I had to ask his permission.”
“And here I was, worried you two were going to get into an argument.”
“Well, it’s hard to say no to the man who saved your daughter’s life three times,” Roman replies. “And his.”
My eyes close. I rest my cheek against his skin and inhale his scent. I’m imprinting on him. Roman. My fiancé. My mate. It’s like an invisible version of the rope he tied me up with, only this time one end is tied to him and the other to me.
“I love you, Daddy,” I whimper, picturing all the days ahead of us. The fantasies, the adventures, the joy.
Roman slides his fingers through my hair and presses his lips to my cheek.
“I love you too, baby. And you’re mine now. Forever.”
EPILOGUE
ROMAN
Three years later…
I’m crouched in the bushes by the tree line, looking in at our house. There she is, standing by the sink, making her evening cup of ginger peach tea.
My beautiful wife, her belly nice and plump with six months of pregnancy.
We don’t know yet if it’s a boy or a girl, and the truth is, we don’t want to know. We both want to be surprised.
Simply watching her now, walking through the kitchen in a pair of panties and a crop-top T-shirt has my cock growing rapidly under my pants. She’s curvier than ever, and her breasts have grown a whole cup size. I have massive hands, but soon, they won’t be big enough.
If you were an outsider passing this house in your car, you’d probably glance at it and think a regular, normal, boring couple lived in it. A well landscaped lawn, nice gardens, two new cars, and even a welcome mat out front. What you’d never guess is the amount of dirty sexual fantasies that play out within.
And that’s why I’m out here tonight, dressed all in black, a ski mask over my face.
Annie and I still fuck like a couple of eighteen-year-olds with raging hormones who can’t keep their hands off each other. In fact, we’re even wilder now than we were when we first got together.
Everything and anything she could imagine, we’ve done.
I’ve kidnapped her, pretended to be a stranger and taken her to a dirty motel and fucked her brains out. I’ve tied her up while she was asleep and had my way with her. Broken into the bedroom at night and pretended to be a killer.