Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 158(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 158(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
“You know, you didn’t answer me,” she said.
He loved that she wasn’t afraid to challenge him. To anyone else, he would assume they had a death wish. With Morgan, he knew it was because she couldn’t help herself. He didn’t want his wife to be afraid of him. There was no fun in having her fear him.
“What answer are you looking for?” he asked.
“Will you let me know when you have to leave?” she asked.
“I do not need you to offer me goodbye.”
“But I want to,” she said. “Look, I know it’s corny but it is what normal wives do for their husbands, and it is what I would like to do for you.” She sighed. “Forget about it.”
He looked at her, curious. “You want to be a normal wife?”
“I know that is not going to happen. There is nothing about this that is normal. The groom doesn’t kill the bride’s family after the wedding.”
“I doubt the groom has to take care of his very sick and delusional wife immediately after the wedding either,” he said.
She nodded.
“It doesn’t mean we can’t have a normal … everything else. I know that is a stretch.” She sighed. “Forget I ever said anything.”
Carver liked her. Her family hadn’t destroyed that fire in her eyes.
“Come here,” he said.
She glanced over at him, and he saw the battle within her. She wanted to tell him hell no, but at the same time, she wanted to move closer to him. He saw the battle, and waited.
She moved through the water, and he helped her to straddle his waist. His cock was hard as rock. Last night had been a true challenge of his restraint, because all he’d wanted to do was bend her over the nearest surface and take her hard and fast.
The first time was not going to be easy, and he planned on taking that sweet cherry all for himself.
Cupping her cheek, he pulled her down toward him and kissed her lips. He heard her soft, subtle moan, and he swallowed down the sound.
“I will do as you ask,” he said.
He didn’t know how she would be able to handle it, but they had to try.
She put her hands on his cheek. She touched his scar and didn’t jerk back. “Thank you,” she said.
This was new for him. He’d never had a woman want his company for longer than what she could get out of him. Staring into Morgan’s eyes, he couldn’t help but wonder what made her tick.
“Why are you not afraid?” he asked.
“I am afraid,” she said, startling him.
This made more sense to him.
“What have I done to make you afraid of me?”
She frowned. “You think I’m afraid of you?”
“What else do you have to be afraid of?”
“The whole world. There is nothing you can do or say that is going to change the way the world is. It’s a horrible place, even outside of what my family did, of what Romone does. It’s still full of mean people, bullies, nothing is going to change that.”
“I scare you?” he asked.
“No, you don’t. You’re the only thing right now that makes sense to me, and I know that is insane because of your reputation, but you don’t scare me. I feel safe when I’m with you.”
Much to his surprise, she leaned in close and pressed her lips against his. It was such a soft touch. At first, he didn’t react because the truth was, he didn’t know how. He was used to people fearing him, and he loved it. Not that he took a long time to think about it, but he liked that people moved out of his way. Even before the scars on his face.
“How did you get these?” she asked, stroking the scars down his face.
“The same way you got these,” he said, stroking the ones he’d discovered on her back when he’d been taking care of her.
The moment he had seen them, he’d known they had come from a belt—her father’s belt—or something with metal. The anger he’d not been able to control. The very thought of anyone hurting her and enjoying themselves had filled him with a rage he’d never known.
Carver had felt anger. He rarely killed when he felt that way, as to him, that made for sloppy work, and he took pride in his work.
So, he had no choice but to wait, to allow himself to calm down, and as he did, he took care of Morgan. Even sick, she’d been nothing short of a lady. So sweet, lovely, and kind. It angered him to think of what other people had done to her. The fear she must have felt.
“They were gotten because I didn’t follow direct orders. I made a mess on the hallway carpet. Did you know sometimes my brother stole my towel just so I would get into trouble?”