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)
“Cruz,” I softly murmured, standing by the bed with the first aid kit in my grasp.
“Mmm…”
“I have to check your wound.”
He sleepily groaned, “I’m fine.”
“Your slacks are bleeding.”
“A little blood never hurt anyone, but you might end up being the death of me.”
“Cruz, I’m serious. Either you get up, or the alcohol and peroxide I’m about to pour on it will do it for you.”
With his eyes still closed, he grinned. “Are you going to undress me?”
“Do you need me to?”
“Mmm hmm, I’m an injured man after all.”
“I thought a little blood never hurt anyone.”
“Oh, so you are listening when I talk. Here I thought it went in one ear and out of the other.”
“Oh no, for sure, it does.”
He chuckled, unbuckling his belt and slacks. “I’m so weak, Sienna. I think you’re going to have to take over and pull them off for me.”
“Do you honestly think this is going to work?”
Opening his gaze, there was only mischief behind his stare. “Have you ever held a gun, Sienna?”
I raised an eyebrow, curious about where he was going with this. Our banter was usually all over the place, and I was beginning to lust over all sides of this man.
The good.
The bad.
The dangerous.
They were all attractive qualities.
“If you haven’t,” he coaxed, fully aware I hadn’t. “Then my cock would be a good place to start, considering their both fucking loaded and over nine inches long.”
My eyes widened.
“I assure you there’s nothing to be afraid of.”
“How did we go from cleaning your wound, to holding your dick?”
“Say dick again. Except this time open your robe, so I can see what’s wrapped up in there.”
“Listen, dick, I know all about you waving your gun around.”
“Then you know how I always make sure to hit the right target. It’s not an easy thing to do, but I’m skilled enough to find the spot that’ll make you beg for mercy.”
“I don’t know what’s worse, not being sure if you’re still talking about one thing or the other.”
He sat up, placing his arms behind his head. Arrogantly sinking into the comforter beneath him.
“Your words offend me. What do you take me for? I’m just a man with a hole in his leg.”
“More like in his head.”
He nodded toward his groin. “There’s a hole there too. If you aim it in your mouth, stroke it a few times, it’ll shoot down your fucking throat.”
I giggled, shaking my head. “Yeah, and there's a hole in your heart too, right?”
“No, baby, can’t have a hole in something that’s not there.”
I blew off his comment, not wanting to ruin this moment. I leaned over, grabbing the hem of his slacks, and started tugging them off. I didn’t think his cocky banter could get any worse.
I was wrong, learning really quick it seemed to be a running theme between us. As soon as his pants were past his ass, his dick jutted out free.
“Oh my God.” I instantly stared at the ground. “You don’t wear any boxers?”
“My balls like to breathe. It’s okay, Princesa, he’s just saying hello.”
I shut my eyes, I had to. I felt my face turn bright red, I guess he wasn’t lying about the nine inches. This wasn’t how I imagined this night would go, although I wasn’t complaining.
“Is this the first time you’ve seen a cock, Sin?”
“What do you think?”
“I think if you tell me it’s not, I’m going to shoot someone else’s dick off.”
“Someone else? Like you’ve done it before?”
“Look me in the eyes when I’m talking to you.”
I wouldn’t be able to hear him say those words again without thinking about this encounter. Here I thought I’d forever hate that sentence, now…I’d get wet hearing him say it.
“Then bury your dick in the sheets,” I retorted, pitifully trying to reel in my embarrassment.
“Sienna, you’re my wife. The only time you can tell me to bury my cock is when I’m thrusting it inside your sweet fucking cunt.”
“Oh my God.” I touched my face.
“What’s wrong, baby? Am I making you hot?”
“I just want to fix your leg.”
“If you’d look at me instead of the floor, then you’d see my thigh is already stitched up. Your father called his doctor.”
“Ugh…why didn’t you say so?”
“I couldn’t resist seeing if you were the type to blush with your entire body. I was right.”
“You’re horrible.”
“And you’re too fucking adorable. My dick is hard just watching your innocence play out in front of me.”
I peered up, locking eyes with him.
“I’m not that innocent.”
“I see, so you do want more blood on my hands?”
“Who’s blood? His or mine?” I baited, full of shit, just wanting to see how much he could truly call my bluff.
The statement was barely out of my mouth before, he gripped onto my wrists and dragged me on top of him in one fluid motion.
I shrieked, not anticipating his reaction. My belly fluttered and my thighs clenched. I resisted the urge to hide my face on his chest when I felt his hard dick against my core.