Total pages in book: 266
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
It wasn’t the wedding every little girl dreams of, but Haidyn was right—it’s the only way to save me. As much as we’ve been through, I trust him. I protected him, and he’s done the same for me. Now I owe him my life.
I’m a Lady. Fuck, that feels weird to say. Haidyn’s Lady.
Getting married was a loophole I never thought of until Haidyn mentioned it. Then it all made sense. The Lord I was supposed to marry no longer exists to the world, and I was no longer saving myself for marriage. No Lord would want me after belonging to Haidyn. But does it even really matter? I don’t think so.
This Lord wants me. Even if it’s not for the right reasons, it’s good enough for me.
My husband holds me tight to his muscular body as we dance around the living room while the rain hits the house, and I close my eyes, trying to get my emotions under control. I feel like I just cheated death. In a way, I did. But I also failed at what I was supposed to do.
I’ve let down my father and my mother. What will she say when she finds out what I did? I took the cowardly way out. I don’t deserve to be a Lady, let alone belong in this world. But now I’ve tied myself to a Lord—a Spade brother at that. One who doesn’t want children. I guess it’s for the best. Who wants to bring a child into this world, knowing what they’ll have to go through once they grow up? There is no end to the Lords. Just another generation to come.
I pull away from Haidyn, and I’m surprised he lets me go. We stand in the middle of the living room staring at one another. My heart hammers in my chest at the thought of belonging to him for the rest of my life.
His blue eyes search my face before dropping to my heels and slowly run up over my body.
Licking my lips, I reach down and gather the dress in my hands, slowly pulling it over my head and throwing it to the floor. I want to be his in every way. This is what a devoted Lady does—she gives herself to her Lord. And that’s exactly what the rest of my life will consist of—being my husband’s whore. I step out of my heels one by one.
“Charlotte—”
I gently push on his chest, and he sits down onto the couch. Pushing my thong down my legs, I crawl onto the couch and straddle him. His hands go to my thighs, and I remove my bra before cupping his face and lowering my lips to his, kissing him.
His fingers dig into my thighs, making me moan, and I rock my hips back and forth. The sound of a door closing is heard over the music playing, and I assume it’s Adam leaving us alone to make it official. As if I haven’t belonged to Haidyn since the Lords gave me him as an assignment.
Pulling my lips away from his, I grab his T-shirt, and he sits up straighter, allowing me to pull it over his head. Then my lips are back on his as my hands drop to his jeans, undoing his belt, button, and zipper.
Hovering up on my knees, I manage to pull his hard dick out of his boxer briefs, and he groans in my mouth when I squeeze it. “Fuck me,” I breathe.
His hand drops between our bodies, and he rubs his pierced dick against my wet pussy before lifting his hips and pushing it inside me. “Whatever my wife wants,” he whispers roughly against my lips.
I whimper at his words while lowering myself onto him. He stretches me to accommodate his size, and it takes my breath away. His hands go to my hair, and he pulls my head back as his lips fall to my exposed neck, kissing it tenderly.
My body shakes while I ride him, listening to the thunder outside as the song changes to “Silence” by Marshmello and Khalid.
“Tell me that you’re mine, doll face,” he demands.
“I’m yours.” I gasp rocking my hips back and forth, clenching my pussy around him.
He lets out a growl, making his hard chest vibrate against mine, and I swallow before sucking in a deep breath. I’m starting to sweat, my skin tingling as he holds me tightly to him while I ride my husband on the couch in the middle of the living room.
He lowers my head, and his lips capture mine as my fingers dig into his hair. Fuck, I can’t get close enough to him. I want him to swallow me up. Is it bad that I want to lose myself to him? That I no longer want to be who I was?