Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
She could try and fight it all she wanted, but Chloe loved him. She had told him so. When he asked her to marry him, she had been filled with joy. Roman wasn’t a man controlled by his emotions, but he had loved how excited she was.
It was all for business.
He knew just the right way to touch her, to set her on fire. The dress was a problem, but he didn’t care.
“Tell me to stop,” he said.
Chloe glared at him. “I hate you.”
“There’s a fine line between love and hate.” He leaned in close, pressing his lips to her ear. “And I know you love me. I know you want to spend the rest of your life with me, giving yourself to me.”
He repeated some of her vows back.
With one hand inside her, working its magic on her sweet cunt, he unbuttoned the zipper of his fly with the other and eased out his cock. He was rock-hard.
Roman had gone along with her silly tradition of them not having sex for the whole week. She had said it would make their wedding night more of an anticipation. He didn’t need to wait a whole week as each time with her was even better than the last.
This woman was messing with his head. He couldn’t seem to control himself.
Pulling his fingers through her pussy, he pressed the tip of his cock to her entrance, and then inch by inch, slid inside her.
She cried out, but didn’t once tell him to stop. He gave her a chance, a few precious seconds to make this stop, but he felt her tight, hot cunt as it fluttered around him. Desperate. Hungry for cock. And he was more than willing to give it to her.
Grabbing her hips, he fucked her harder, driving in deep, filling her, fucking her. He slammed balls-deep inside her, and then stopped, pulling back so he could feel her clit. Stroking back and forth across her sweet nub, he drove her higher and higher, pushing her over the edge, and she screamed his name as she came, hard.
He held her hips, driving inside her, filling her with each thrust. Roman didn’t give her a chance to come down from the peak, but he was determined to join her. He did so within minutes of her release.
This time, he drove inside her. All the other times, he’d used a condom. This time, he didn’t. Nothing to protect her from having his child. Roman held her in place as wave upon wave of his cum flooded her body, filling her up. In that moment, he wanted her to get pregnant.
Chloe wasn’t going anywhere. She was his wife, and he intended to keep her.
“I want a divorce,” she said.
“No.”
She wouldn’t be getting a divorce, an annulment, nothing.
Chapter Two
Roman watched as Chloe stepped out of the bedroom, coming to a stop the moment she saw him. During their wedding, he had already taken care of her apartment, not that there was much to take care of. The few pieces of furniture had come from her old home. They were the only pieces she hadn’t sold.
They were now in a room in his country estate, along with a few other items she wasn’t aware he had located and repurchased.
Looking over his newspaper at her, he saw her hesitate as she caught sight of him. They’d been married for three days. Three very long days. At least to her, they had been long days. Not to him. He was enjoying his time as a married man.
“I thought you would be gone already.”
The past three days he had no choice but to attend to business. When his presence was needed, he was always there. For Chloe, she had tried to make an escape multiple times a day. His men were no fools and they didn’t take any chances. He had told them she was not to leave under any circumstances.
“No work today,” he said.
Chloe wore one of the silk and lace negligees he loved so much. He had purchased a whole range of colors for her, and today she wore the red one with black lace. Absolutely stunning. He loved it.
They hadn’t talked since their wedding. After they had fucked, he left her alone, gone for a drink, and given her a chance to … be. That’s what he had done the last three days, but no more.
She looked at the chair then toward his kitchen.
He watched her ass as she stepped into his kitchen. He picked up his mug of coffee and took a sip. Chloe took a few moments and then stepped back through, carrying a bowl, spoon, and her cup of coffee.
She put her stuff down on the table and left, coming back seconds later with the cereal he knew she loved. The woman was obsessed with peanut butter. She loved everything to do with it, including cereal. She sat down, poured out a bowl, and then added some milk, taking a seat opposite him. He watched her as she put her spoon into the bowl and then hesitated.