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)
“What are you doing?” Dorian asks, coming into the kitchen. I jerk my hand away from Duncan so fucking fast. Duncan takes a step back. My eyes land on Dorian and he looks murderous. I definitely don’t answer him. We just stare at each other.
There’s a split second where the air in the room is charged with sexual energy. Then he moves toward me and grabs my arm and pulls me out of the room.
“Cash, stir the sauce and pull the bread out in six minutes, please.”
“You got it, bestie,” she says, giggling.
“Thank you. Slow down, Dorian.”
“No.”
Inside our bedroom, he shuts the door and locks it.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Why do you insist on touching other men?”
“What? I don’t do that.”
“I’ve let these go, but yesterday you touched Cooper. The day before that it was the gardener.”
“You’re crazy,” I tell him.
“You drive me crazy,” he says, dragging his hands through his hair.
“I don’t mean to.”
“Yes, you do. You know you do.” I smile and bite my lip. He comes closer to me and pulls me to him by the string on my apron. “Strip,” he demands.
“Why? I don’t want you to eat my pussy.”
“You don’t like it when I eat your pussy?”
“I didn’t say that.” I pull my apron off and the dress that I’m wearing. My bra and panties go too, and I stand in front of him naked. I am no longer shy about my body because unless my thirty-three-year-old husband is popping little blue pills, erections don’t lie. He may be toying with me, but he at least wants to bang me.
“What do you want?” he asks me, reminding me of my first day with him. Was that really only a week ago?
“Why haven’t you fucked me again?”
“You want me to fuck you?”
“I didn’t say that.” I notice his cock his hard in his jeans and I do fucking want that in me.
“You need to say something,” he says, reaching out and pinching my nipples. I moan softly. “Tell me.”
“Fuck me,” I whisper.
“What was that, baby? I’m afraid I didn’t hear you.”
“Fuck me, you asshole,” I shout.
“There’s a good girl.” He opens his belt and jeans and lets them fall to the floor. His boxers are gone in an instant and his massive cock is hard and angry looking. He pulls his shirt off and I see that he has a tattoo on his chest that wasn’t there the other day.
“When did you get that?” I ask, reaching for him. I run my fingertips over my name in cursive over his heart.
“Yesterday.”
“Why?” Everything this man does confuses the hell out of me.
“Because you’re mine, Matilde. I can’t make you see that this isn’t a joke with words. This is permanent, just like me and you. Get on the bed.”
“Why did you wait to fuck me again?” I ask as I do what he told me too. I can’t believe how wet I am. He’s barely touched me, but I want his cock filling me up, making me whole.
“I thought you’d be sore.”
“I wasn’t.”
“Good. Are you wet for me?”
“Yesss,” I hiss as he climbs on the bed. He moves between my spread thighs and places the head of cock at my opening. He doesn’t say anything as he slams his hips forward. He’s balls deep in one move. I wrap my legs around his waist and meet him thrust for thrust. He’s been true to his word. He’s ruined me for other men.
I hate to fucking admit it, but I think I’m falling in love with my husband, who isn’t as much of a monster as I thought he was.
This can’t be good.
I’m only going to get hurt worse in the end.
ELEVEN
DORIAN
I’ve missed this cunt; I think as I pound into her. This perfectly pink tight cunt that takes my cock so fucking good. She fights this, but she wants me too. She wants this, she wants us. I’ve been lying beside her since we got married. She always takes her orgasms and then moves herself to the edge of her side of the bed. Not an hour after she falls asleep she is tangled up with me. I wanted to give her time to heal after our first night together, but she’s pushed me too far. I can’t stand it when she touches people. She laughed with him too. I want her to laugh with me and not just my siblings. I know she loves them already. She has to learn that I can’t handle it, especially without her declaration of love. If I knew her true, not coerced feelings for me, I think I’d be at peace. Without it, it literally makes me want to kill people. The only reason Duncan isn’t dead is because I know his husband, Cooper, Matilde’s main bodyguard, wouldn’t hesitate to kill me.