Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
“Touch yourself,” I whisper in her ear, cradling her against me so she can slide her hands to her waist.
“Rafail,” she says, her voice shaking. “I can’t do this. Here? Now? I don’t—”
My palm slams against her ass before I grip her hair in my fist. “You’ll do what you’re fucking told. Go ahead. Give me a reason to take my belt across your ass before we go to the doctor. I’d fucking love to see my stripes on your naked skin when you sit on my face tonight.”
Her jaw drops, and her eyes go wide. She has one more second before I make good on my promise. I fucking hope she does.
I savor the way her breath hitches. The way her hand trembles over her sweet pussy. The way she obediently slides her fingers down to her bare skin. She moans when she finds her own wetness. My mouth goes dry. I can only imagine how fucking good she tastes.
I’ll taste her tonight.
Her pupils dilate as she strokes her wet pussy. I wrap my fingers around her hair, yank her head back, and bring my mouth to the bare, throbbing skin at her neck. My eyes close, and I moan at the salty taste of her skin while she trembles and strokes. My breath hot on her ear, I talk her through it.
“Faster. If you stop before I tell you, I’ll whip your pussy and lick you until you’re ready to come, then make you sit there, right in the office, wet and aching for me.”
I’m a fucking bastard, and I make no apologies for it. I won’t. She’s my wife, and she fucking earned this when she ran. When she put my family’s legacy at risk. When she made a mockery of our vows. She’ll learn her place by my side, and she’ll feel it. Pleasure will be her reward, but not before she takes the pain along with the punishment she deserves for defying me. And she’ll understand exactly who’s in control.
I’m half-drunk on the smell of her arousal in the small confines of the back of the vehicle. The car hums beneath us. It’s hot as hell in here. Her skin’s slicked with sweat as she strokes herself. I bite her tender flesh, and her head tips back.
I lick and suckle her earlobe, her lips, and she arches her back as if on the cusp of coming. “Faster,” I order. “Do it.”
I yank down her top and reveal her perfect naked breasts. I pinch one nipple between my fingers and clamp down on the second with my teeth. I lick and bite, my dick painfully hard as she releases a soft moan. “Come, Anissa. Come now. And I want to hear it again. Say yes, sir, as you come, my little swan.”
“Oh my god,” she whispers, stroking herself. “Yes, sir,” she says before she screams, her body shaking. I hold her as she comes and murmurs her promise of obedience. Her face flushes, her mouth parted in a gasp. I hold her to me.
“Good girl,” I whisper as her breathing slows and her head falls to my shoulders. I right her clothes, and her hands come to rest in her lap. Her breathing’s ragged as she comes down from her climax. “Good girl,” I repeat. “That’s what I want to see, my little swan.”
I tap on the privacy screen and hit the speaker button. Her face is tucked into my arm as if hiding from the world.
My chest swells with pride.
“Let’s go.”
Chapter 13
“ANISSA”
I stare up at my husband, that wicked glint in his eyes and the smile that curves his lips. My god, I don’t know if he’s a demon or an angel.
Maybe neither.
Maybe both.
He’s wicked and sexy, and he makes every nerve in my body sing, even as my heart beats frantically at his issued commands and utter demand for compliance.
I won't let him know how much this exhausts me, how tired I am just going from one place to the next. I won't tell him how much the pain is either. I wanted to see the doctor, and I'm getting my way, so there's no need for him to get all smug about it. Still, I can't help but lean my head against the seat and close my eyes, still sweaty and panting from my climax.
But as the wheels crunch over gravel and we continue toward wherever the doctor’s office is, I can’t help but wonder what else he has planned for me. What he’s threatened. What he’s promised.
Gah.
"This was a bad idea."
"It wasn't. It was an excellent idea,” he says with no small measure of smugness.
I open my mouth to protest when I decide it’s probably smart for me to reserve my energy. Bide my time.
See what else he has up his sleeve.
We’re silent for long moments, and I'm half-asleep when he finally speaks. "Don't fall asleep. We're here."