Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 96742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
“Then why?”
His fingers slip between my legs. I gasp, leaning back, hands on his knees, eyelids fluttering, heart racing. Sweat breaks out on my skin as he teases my slick pussy, and I let out a low groan.
“There are sins in my family, asteraki mu, sins worse than my own, and when I found out about them—” He moves faster over my clit. I’m gasping, moaning. “I killed to cleanse those sins.”
My back arches as I come. The orgasm rips through me in a sudden wave, and before I can catch my breath, he’s carrying me into the bedroom. I gasp when he throws me down and tears my panties off, his mouth on my pussy, licking and sucking me. Evander’s a ferocious animal and I’m his prey, his wife, his desire. I pull his hair while I buck my hips, riding his face. When I come a second time, it hits me out of nowhere like a rogue wave, capsizing me, shoving me deep into the darkness.
He lies beside me, stroking himself. I stare at him with a building lust in my core. I position myself on all fours, take him in my hands, open my mouth, and lean down until I take him between my lips as far as I can.
“Good girl,” he murmurs as I suck his tip and roll my tongue around him. I’m naked, his hands on my breasts, teasing my nipples. “Go ahead, suck me harder, asteraki mu.” I do as instructed, taking as much of his massive cock into my mouth as I can. I moan as I do it, and he reaches down to roll his fingers up along my soaked slit.
He takes my hair and pulls me back. I gasp, staring into his eyes. He moves forward to pin me down onto the bed. I’m trembling with anticipation as his cock presses against my gaping entrance, his shaft slick with my spit, my pussy drooling with need.
“You’re my husband now,” I whisper, staring into his eyes.
And that’s all the permission he needs.
He plunges deep inside and it’s a trigger, a key into a lock, a puzzle piece falling into place. He strokes once, twice, three times, kissing my lips hard, and I come in a mad cascade of pleasure.
But he’s not finished with me. He fucks me slowly, tenderly, enjoying my body, licking my nipples and chest and collarbone and breasts, before sliding deeper and harder, his growls animalistic and feral. “That’s right, you’re my wife,” he snarls. “All of you is mine. I will kill for you, asteraki mu. I will burn this city to the ground to keep you safe, this I swear to you now. Look me in the eye as I fuck you, lovely girl. Look at me as you say my name and I fill you to the brim, you filthy, lovely girl.”
“Evander,” I moan and we’re moving together, rocking, fucking, grinding. I dig my fingers into his back as he pulls my hair, grips my hips, and fills me to the brim.
We orgasm together, a haze of gasps and whispered promises of blood and violence and something more.
When I finally collapse, exhausted, I lay in his embrace, his massive arms wrapped around my little body. He breathes like a bear, content, smiling to himself. I grin, enjoying the heat of him, but something bothers me.
The darkness in this place.
The sins.
I don’t know what that means, but I know it isn’t good.
Evander has done things, horrible things he’s keeping from me, and he might do even more.
He might even do them for me.
Or worse, to me.
The idea is terrifying.
But it’s also exhilarating.
This man, this monster. He’s mine, all mine, and I’m all his.
For now, for tonight at least.
I drift to sleep in his arms, smiling, more content than I’ve ever been.
Chapter 34
Camille
I wake up to the smell of coffee and pancakes.
“Good morning, asteraki mu.” Evander’s sitting up in bed, shirtless, with a tray of food in his lap. “I was debating whether I’d let you sleep in or not.”
I blink, groggy, and shuffle closer. “Is this breakfast in bed?”
“Since I cannot provide you with a proper honeymoon, I hoped this would help ease the disappointment.”
“It’s a start.” I accept the coffee then take a sip. “I could get used to this, you know.”
He laughs lowly and leans down to kiss me gently. I kiss him back, surprised by the gesture. It’s not like the kiss last night—that was passion, pure sex and desire.
This is a small kiss, an intimate kiss. The kind of kiss I’d share with a real partner.
With a real husband.
He seems to realize what he just did and pulls back slightly. There’s a moment of quiet as he shifts the tray and places it in my lap. “There you go,” he says as he climbs out of bed. “Eat, enjoy. I have work.”