Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 36154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
She was all his. No man would ever know how perfect she felt. How tight she was.
He would cherish this woman all the time. Every single fucking day.
He kissed her hard as he thrust inside her. It had been so long since he’d been with a woman and he felt the first stirrings of his orgasm. He tried to hold back but he couldn’t do it. Slamming every inch of his dick within her, he came hard, filling her with his cum.
He growled her name, groaning at the intense sensation as it filled his body. Each pulse sending more of his cum inside her.
He didn’t let her go.
Time passed.
The pleasure passed.
He stayed within her but moved to the side, keeping her close. He pushed some of her hair off her shoulder. Stroking down the curve of her back, he nibbled on her shoulder. “Are you okay?”
“You’re worried?”
“I want you to enjoy this.”
“I’m fine.”
“Sore?”
Her cheeks were a beautiful red. “You don’t need to keep asking me that,” she said.
“I want to know.” He slid his fingers down her arm and captured her hand, locking their fingers together. “We’re going to be doing this all the time and I want you to enjoy it.”
“So you’re doing this for completely selfish reasons?”
“Totally. It’s all about me,” he said.
“I’m a little sore but nothing I’m worried about. You?”
“I don’t get sore.” He stared at her, wanting to be in this pose forever.
“Do you think they’re wondering what we’re doing?” she asked.
“They know what we’re doing. Ignore them.”
“Who do you think wants me dead?”
He sighed.
“Don’t do that,” she said.
“Do what?”
“Keep things from me. I’m not a child. I don’t need your protection.”
“You’re not going to like who I narrowed it down to.”
“How many have you got on your list?” she asked.
“Do you really want to talk about this now?”
“Now is a good a time as any.” She sighed. “My dad said life waits for no one. I guess it’s true. No one waits for us.”
“Then, I’m going to clean you up if we’re going to be talking shop.” He climbed out of bed and made his way to the en-suite.
“You don’t have to do that, you know?” she asked.
“I know what I can and cannot do, but I’m going to.” He wrung out a cloth and moved back to the bed. He sat on the edge as she spread her legs. “Don’t be embarrassed.”
“Kind of hard not to. You’re cleaning me up.”
“It’s all for a good cause.” He wiped away the blood and semen. “My father, The Boss, and Randy.”
“It’s not Randy.”
“You can’t know for sure if it’s him or not,” he said.
She shook her head. “I know him.”
“Do you really?”
“Yeah, I do. He’s loyal to my father. He would never hurt me. You saw the way he is. He wouldn’t dream of putting me in any danger.”
He finished cleaning her pussy.
“Then it’s my father or the Boss.”
“You don’t believe me about Randy, do you?”
“I know you think he’s loyal but your father left you everything, not him. To some men, he could see that as … disrespect.”
She laughed. “You really don’t know Randy.” She sighed. “If you must know, he hates the Family. He would rather see it all burn to the ground. The man we call Boss is his father, and he doesn’t want to see that man have any kind of happiness. You can trust Randy.”
Even as Isabella gave him a reason to believe it couldn’t be, Damon’s experience with men told him differently. Randy wasn’t wiped off his list. If anything, it now made him more of a suspect than ever before.
He would do what it took to keep Isabella safe, and if it meant guarding her from the only family she believed she had left, then so be it. She was his wife and even if this wasn’t a love match, he was determined to make it fucking work for them.
Chapter Nine
Two days later
“It’s got a lovely view, and some of your clothes have already been moved into the closet. You’ve got free rein. Wherever you want to go, you can.” Damon pulled out a couple of credit cards. “These are in your name. Use them whenever you want.”
Isabella hated this.
They’d been married a matter of two days and he’d already moved her out of her home, her family home, and now she was seeing his penthouse apartment in the city.
“What do you think?”
She held the credit cards in her hand and stepped toward the window. Was it a coincidence that rain and dark skies filled the air? Married for a couple of days and taken from the only real home she knew. Where memories filled every single part of the house.
“There are plenty of restaurants and takeout. You can have whatever you want.”
“What happened to Henrietta?”
“She’s taking some time off.”