Fable of Happiness (Fable #3) Read Online Pepper Winters

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Dark, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Fable Series by Pepper Winters
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Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 134741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
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His guttural groan made another trickle of wetness roll down my inner thigh. I squirmed on the carpet, turned on beyond belief. How the hell was I supposed to go to the gala after this? I’d leave a wet patch on my dress the whole evening.

Kas stiffened, his hands pushing me away until my head tipped up and his cock slipped free. “You’re hurting.”

I shook my head. “Wanting, not hurting.”

We shared a look. A sacred look between two people who had chosen each other over anyone, and then he smiled. A sinful, savage smile that made my stomach swoop. “Stand up.”

I scrambled to my feet.

He ran a finger over my nipple, making me shiver.

“You’ll truly do anything I ask?”

I nodded, my chest heaving for air.

God, he was unbelievably gorgeous, standing with his cock erect and wet, jutting out from his scarred body hidden in a tailored tux.

“In that case, go over to the couch.”

I swayed on the spot, blinking.

“Move,” he rasped. “Get your ass over to that couch before I spank it.”

I moved, darting naked to the couch and waiting for his next order.

“Bend over the arm.”

I did as he asked, my entire body on fire. I felt as if someone had replaced my blood with dynamite, sending mini explosions all through my veins.

His body crushed me from behind as he ran his cock down my ass crack. “You think you know what’s going on inside my head?”

I moaned as he dipped his crown to my pussy, teasing me with his hardness.

“Answer me, Gem.”

I gripped the couch as his legs spread behind me for balance, hinting that when he took me, it wasn’t going to be gentle.

Trying to get my breathing under control and failing, I moaned, “I think you’re unaware of what you are.”

“And what am I?” He pressed the tip of his cock inside me, hovering with heat.

There were so many things I could say. More constructive things that would help him heal and grow but, in that moment, with him pressing me into the couch, poised on the edge of fucking me, my mind filled with salacious things.

I said something I probably shouldn’t to a recovering slave with ownership issues. “You’re mine.”

He drove his cock inside me, thrusting so hard my feet came off the floor, and I doubled over the couch arm with a grunt.

“Am I? Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Who said I’m yours?”

“You did.”

“And what do I get in return?”

“Me. You get me.” I bit the cushion beneath me as his thrusts turned dangerously deep.

“And you think just because you’ve given me yourself that this belongs to you?” He circled his hips, ensuring I felt his cock all the way inside me.

“God, yes.”

He raked his fingers down my back, grabbing handfuls of my ass. “You’re rather possessive, aren’t you?”

“You have no idea.”

“So...” He stabbed into me, almost punishingly. “Let me get this straight. I belong to you, and you belong to me.”

“Yes,” I moaned.

“And you won’t share me? Won’t rent me out to those who find me hot in this penguin suit?”

“Not a chance.”

“You won’t let anyone else touch me? Not a single kiss. Not a passing stroke.”

“Never.” Hot jealousy flamed in my heart at the very thought.

“So you’re my new master, huh? The one who owns me, body and soul?”

“We traded.”

“Traded what?” His hips rolled.

“I gave you my body and soul, and in return, I’ve taken yours.”

“And you’re never giving them back?”

“Never.” I panicked for a moment, worried that this little game had gotten serious and scary for him. After all, talking of ownership wasn’t exactly a safe subject with Kas. “Unless, of course, you don’t want me in the future...and then it goes without saying that you’re free to—”

“Shut up, Gemma.” He drove into me. “I’m not going anywhere.”

I sighed, my body growing hot around his. Bone-deep pleasure sparked in my womb as he murmured, “It’s a good thing that I’m yours and a great thing that you’re not going to share me.”

“It is?” I cried out as he ground into me, filling me deep, bruising inside and out.

“Definitely.” He picked a threatening pace, driving into me over and over again. “Because if I’m yours and you’re mine, then it means you just handed over your freedom, Gemma Ashford.”

I cried out as he fucked me harder. “You’re going to marry me. You’re going to worship me every fucking day for the rest of your life. You’ll be my friend, my lover...my wife. You’ll put up with my flaws and accept that I’ll never be perfect. You’ll love me until your dying day. Say it.”

“I’ll worship you.”

“And?”

“Love you.”

“And?”

“I’ll be your friend, your lover, your wife. I’ll be everything you want me to be.”

“You truly mean that, don’t you?” He rode me deliciously deep.

“Yes.”

“Fuck.” He folded over me, planting his hands on mine clutching the pillows, his hips jackhammering into mine. “I already worship you, Gem. I’ll never stop.” His nose nuzzled aside my styled hair, his lips finding the back of my neck. “I’m inside you forever. Forever, Gemma.”


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