Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 27066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
“You want me to eat your perfect little pussy?” I rub her clit faster and faster, bringing her to the edge and then stopping. Maybe I am a fucking monster, but I want her gagging for me.
“Yes,” she says, pushing at my shoulders. I step back, pulling her panties back in place. I suck my finger into my mouth. Her eyes widen.
“Too bad. You will have to suffer, thinking about the pure pleasure I will give you. I will only satisfy you when you’re my wife,” I tell her.
“You asshole,” she groans. “I don’t need you; I can make myself come. I’m so, so, so good at it,” she moans, putting two of her peach-tipped fingers into her mouth, getting them wet before trailing her hand down her body. Fuck. I almost give in and bury my face in her perfect cunt, licking her until she screams my name and creams all over the counter. My eyes follow her hand as she moves her panties out of her way. She rubs tight, fast circles over her swollen clit. I’m fascinated by her boldness, but I still don’t want her to come again until she’s my wife. I grab her wrist and pull her fingers from her pussy. I don’t know why I need this control. Not that there were many, but any previous fuck, I didn’t give a fuck if they came. I got off and left. With her, my sweet goddess, I want to worship her until we are too tired to move. “Why?” she whines. I take her hand and set it on my cock. She flexes her fingers over me, making me groan.
“Neither one of us will be satisfied until we are wed.”
“Well, when the fuck is that going to be?” she asks, getting pissed off. I smile.
“Language, dirty girl. We’re leaving for St. Thomas Aquinas Catholic Church in twenty minutes. Cashel will help you get ready.”
“We’re getting married today?”
“Yes. Then I am sure your family will descend on us. I’m honestly surprised they aren’t here yet.”
“My family?”
“Yes. Remember what I said. Not a word of this being about anything other than the two of us being so in love we couldn’t wait, or they’ll all die.”
“How long will you hold that over my head?” she asks as I set her back on her feet.
“As long as it takes for you to get the message. Cashel!”
“Yes, brother?” she asks, coming into the kitchen a few seconds later.
“Dress her for our wedding. We are all leaving soon.”
“Yay! We’re going to be sisters.”
“Yes. That will be fun,” Matilde says, taking Cashel’s outstretched hand. I’m glad she’s getting along with my sister. She hates the girls at her school. They make her life miserable, despite knowing who she is. I hope they stay friends because Cashel doesn’t have any. I’m not sure Matilde does either. The only people she’s friends with on social media are her family and people that work for the Vitali’s and their spouses.
I watch them walk away, chatting animatedly, and go off in search of my own clothes for our quickie wedding.
Then she’s all fucking mine, and nothing will stop me from claiming her.
SIX
MATILDE
I am getting married today. I still have no idea why this is happening to me, of all people. Why did he choose me? I have two sisters who are also single and much, much prettier than I am. I still don’t know if this is a joke of some kind, like I’m being punked. I can’t figure out why he wants me so badly. He’s giving me the first taste of the pleasure he promised, but am I crazy for wanting more? Clearly, I don’t want him to kill my family, so sacrificing myself is my only option here. I don’t have to like it, and I don’t have to kiss him. I know that I’ll fall for him if I kiss him, and that can’t happen. I’ll do what he wants me to, but I won’t make it easy for either of us.
I’m sitting in the limo with my future husband and his siblings. And his mother. He has more than I originally thought. He’s got a much younger brother named Declan. He’s polite but nowhere near as energetic as his sisters. There are the triplets, Ashlynn, Aislinn, and Aubrianna. They look adorable in their peach-colored dresses. It even matches Cashel’s. The men are wearing peach-colored ties. It’s my favorite color, but there's no way they could know that could they? His mom, Trina, and stepmother, Fiona, are discussing the roses that I’m currently holding. Trina apparently started the plant when she was Mrs. O'Shaughnessy. I look over at Dorian. He’s talking to Derry about some business that will be handled tonight. This family seems to operate under the secrets get you killed motto that mine does. He looks like he got the proverbial canary, and I am so fucking pissed off. This is not how I imagined I’d be getting married. I thought I’d be surrounded by friends and family. I wanted the day to be magical. I thought the day would be all about me, basically being a princess marrying the man I love. The one man I can’t live without. I certainly didn’t expect to be forced down the aisle to the hottest asshole I’ve ever met. At least he’s letting us get married at a Catholic church and not some place tacky like Vegas. My mother will be able to forgive me, at least. He won’t let me call them until after we are married. My emotions are high as I listen to Cash talk to me animatedly. I’m not at all sure what she’s talking about, but her excitement is contagious. Declan stares out the window, looking sullen. He had the same mom as Cash. I hand my bouquet to Cash and move to the side seat beside him. Dorian eyes me but doesn’t say anything.