Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 118042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 590(@200wpm)___ 472(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 590(@200wpm)___ 472(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
Familiar flames devoured us.
I dragged my tongue along her cheek catching that wonderous droplet.
I’d drank her grief, her fear, and her happiness.
But that tear? It was my favourite.
It burst with sparkling love on my tongue.
Undiluted delicious love.
I shivered to taste everything.
Her pleasure, her pain, her blood…
“You’re mine now.” I held her firm. “Do you agree?”
She shivered and nodded. “I am. Just like you’re mine.”
“I am. Every damn piece. Since the day I was born.”
Backing her toward the bed, I spun her around and cupped her breasts from behind. Her ass pressed against my cock as I bent her over the mattress and kicked her ankles apart.
She panted as I dove my hand between her legs. “Oh, God—”
“Moan my name, not His.” Inserting a single finger inside her, a guttural groan echoed around my heart as I found her wet and hot and eager. I shoved her straight into those flames crackling through my blood.
“Every time, little nightmare. Every time you’re wet for me.”
“And you know how to make me wetter.”
“You’re right.” I gave her a second finger. “I do.”
Her hips arched as she rested on her elbows. The high bed kept her at a perfect angle. Her ass round and bare. Her body begging me to take her. Roughly, meanly, completely.
Soon, I’d spank her. Soon, I’d mark her with my handprint and thrust against her hot flesh as she came.
But first…a few rules.
Pumping two fingers inside her, I jerked myself off with my other hand. “Within these walls, I expect you to always be ready for me.”
Her head hung as her legs spread even wider. “Always.”
“When I snap my fingers, if you want to play, you kneel for me, do you agree?”
She cried out as I used her wetness to swirl around her clit. “I agree.”
“Every time we play, I am your ruler but never your Master. I can’t be because you’re mine. Give me the safe word, and I stop without question, understand?”
“Yes. Yes. I understand.”
I lined up behind her, obsessed at the view. My heart thundered with the need to be inside her. “And when we finish—when you’re dripping for me, panting for me, and most likely bleeding for me—I reserve the right to take care of you. Yes, there will always be a part of me that wants to hurt you, Ily, but there’s a bigger part that needs to worship you.”
“Okay,” she whimpered as I notched against her. “I agree to everything. Just do it. Please, Henri. I can’t stand it.”
“What do you say?”
“Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me. Take me—”
I snarled as I mounted.
She screamed as I did exactly what she asked.
Our pulse matched the same chaotic beat as I locked deep, deep inside her, not moving as her body slowly made room for me.
The blackness feathered into happiness.
The desire for pain bled with blinding pleasure.
I didn’t know what this made us, but I did know life was too short to question it.
I grunted as I thrust.
My ears rang as Ily moaned.
We weren’t quiet as we fell into a punishing, primal rhythm.
My head swam. My cock thickened. And for the first time in my sorry excuse of a life, I let go.
I fell into the pieces of me I’d always been too afraid to know.
I laughed in pure joy as I fucked my wife-to-be and groaned as I used her as my favourite toy.
And when I bent over her and captured the back of her neck with my teeth, I’d never known such happiness, such motherfucking freedom.
She stilled as my teeth found her breakable skin.
Her pussy clenched around me in anticipation.
And I knew just how to make her shatter. How to make her fall with me. I’d always known. She’d always known. Because we’d always been born for each other.
“Now, little nightmare.” I licked her neck like a beast ready to pounce. “While I have you beneath me and completely at my mercy, allow me to tell you what’s going to happen.”
She panted and collapsed onto her cheek, submitting to me with her ass in the air. “You’re enjoying this far too much.” A laugh laced her words. “Sadist.”
“No, not a sadist, little nightmare. I’m an Ilychist. And you, my incredible wife, are going to take my cock like a good little girl and then I’m going to make you scream.”
Epilogue One
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Ily
Six months later…
PETE AKA ‘THE GOOD GUY’: HAVE you told him yet?
I stopped making the bed in the guest room, swatting away my ponytail that’d fallen over my shoulder. I should really learn not to do two things at once. Trying to fluff the pillows while checking to see if Peter had landed ensured the jobs took twice as long.
Grinning, I typed back.
ILY AKA ‘THE NIGHTMARE’: Not yet. He’s due back any second. He’s been in a meeting with Ben, Stew, and his brother all day.
I snickered at our phone names for each other. It’d started as a joke when Henri managed to track down all of the jewels—thanks to Q keeping record of where they went home—and set up a group on What’s app to stay in touch.