Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83776 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83776 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“I don’t know what happened to you, but it was obviously really bad. It’s okay if you’re still working through it.”
“Not in my world, it isn’t. If I freeze at the wrong moment, I could get myself killed, or someone who relies on me could get hurt. I just didn’t know the fire would trigger it.”
“You’re safe now, you know that, right?” I tilt my chin up and kiss his cheek, moving close to his mouth. “I’m sorry that happened to you tonight, but you’re safe now, and you don’t have to beat yourself up just because you feel bad.” I touch his cheek and run my fingers back into his hair. “You’re with me now, okay?”
“I’m with you,” he repeats, and he slips one hand behind me, curling around my waist, pulling me closer. “You’re right. I’m with you.” He leans down and presses his lips to mine softly. “Why do you care how I feel, Stefania? From the start, you wanted to make it clear that this relationship would never mean anything to you, that all of this was fake.”
I kiss him back and breathe in deep through my nose. Why do I care? Why does it matter? He’s right to ask but the fact that he has to makes me feel like such a piece of shit. Because he’s right—I never wanted to marry him and made it clear from the start, but things are different now. I’ve gotten to know him in a way I never imagined, and I can see a glimmer of a man I could grow to care for, a man I might even enjoy being around all the time.
“I care because you’re my husband,” I say, and that’s the simplest explanation I have right now.
Which he seems to like. He drags me into his lap and kisses me deep, his mouth opening, his tongue exploring mine. I throw myself into that kiss, because as much as he might need this right now, I need it too.
He pulls my shirt over my head. I whimper as he kisses my neck. I’m not wearing a bra, and his hands tease my breasts before his mouth sucks one of my already-stiff nipples. I grind my hips against him, pulse racing in my chest, and his hand grips my hair and pulls my mouth down to his.
“When I came home earlier, I thought about waking you up,” he whispers as his hand slips down between my legs. I’m wearing a pair of shorts and he easily gets his fingers down the front of my panties until he’s slowly stroking my pussy. I spread my legs wider and lift my hips up to give him more room as he rolls around my clit, teasing me.
“Why didn’t you?” I ask, biting his lip as he sinks two fingers deep into my pussy.
“Because I don’t want to make my problems your problems. I’m so used to doing all this alone.”
“You’re not alone anymore.” I grind myself against his hand, moaning as I do it.
“You’re right. I have you now, dolcezza. I have your soaking wet pussy and your beautiful, stiff nipples.” He leans forward and bites one as his fingers work in and out. “I can use you to work off my frustration and you won’t mind, will you?”
“Depends on how nice to me you are,” I say, eyes closed in bliss.
He laughs, low and sultry, as he pulls me close and kisses my neck. “Baby, even when I’m mean, you know I’m being nice. Now, do you want to ride my cock? Do you think you can fit it all between your legs?”
I groan in protest as his fingers disappear. “I want to find out,” I say, and he stands me up in front of him and pulls down my shorts and my panties, his lips kissing my belly, licking my breasts, kissing my hips and spreading my legs again. He leaves me standing, one hand gripping my ass possessively like he wants to make sure I can’t get away while the other teases my pussy, gliding up and down my slick lips before sinking deep inside again.
“That’s a good girl,” he murmurs as he fucks me with his fingers. “You’re so fucking wet for me. Even in the middle of the night, even when you’re ready to murder me with a priceless antique, you still get nice and messy. Is that because you’re my filthy little slut?”
“Yes,” I whimper as the hand on my ass slaps it hard.
“Say it again. Say you’re my slut.”
“I’m your slut,” I breathe, mind going wild with need. Breathing the words makes my core clench.
“This messy pussy wants my thick cock, doesn’t it? You want to ride me until we’re both satisfied, don’t you?”
“I want it,” I beg. “I need it.”
“Come here, baby.” He drags me into his lap again and this time, his gym shorts are shoved out of the way. I moan with absolute bliss as I arch my back and feel him slip inside of me, easily gliding into my soaking pussy. I clamp down on him, tightening my thighs, before I start to work my back and my ass, moving up and down.