Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 115291 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115291 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
“I’ll make it up to you. I’ll give you what you need. My pussy is dripping for your cock, Luca.” She cupped me through my pants and squeezed hard. My cock jerked. I hadn’t slept with a woman in two weeks. That was the longest dry spell I’d suffered through since I was thirteen. All for Aria. Damn it.
“I knew that virgin pussy couldn’t keep you entertained.”
I gripped Grace’s neck hard and brought our faces close. “Don’t mention my wife again, understood? And don’t think I don’t know you talked shit to her on our wedding day.”
Grace winced, but my roughness turned her on. Her nipples puckered, and her lips parted. I just needed to get the fucking anger out of my system, the fucking desire for Aria.
“Get on your knees. I’m going to fuck your mouth.”
Grace shivered and knelt before me. I opened my zipper, grabbed her hair, and guided her mouth to my cock. I fucked her lips hard and fast, deep throating her. She moaned around my cock a few times. I pulled back, suddenly unable to bear her moans, the wet sounds of lips smacking around my cock.
She got to her feet with a smile. “Condom,” I told her. I didn’t have any with me. I’d given them all to Matteo shortly before my wedding because I’d assumed I wouldn’t need them again. Because I’d assumed my wife would want my touch and not look at me like Nina looked at my goddamn father. The mere idea that I could be like him, that Aria could think I was like that, it drove me insane.
Grace shook her head. “We don’t need it,” she said with a seductive smile. “I’m taking the pill, and I never went bareback with any of the other guys I was with.”
My lip curled. Did she really think I’d fuck her without a condom? I didn’t trust her one fucking bit. In her twisted mind, she probably thought that if she got pregnant, I’d actually stay with her. “I don’t go bareback, Grace.”
She pouted. “I bet you do with your wife.”
I stiffened. Shaking my head, I reached for my pants. “I warned you.”
“Luca, wait!” she cried, grabbing my hand. “Come on. Don’t be like that. Fuck me. I need you. I have a condom in my purse.”
Shaking her off, I left her standing naked in the room. Fuck. Why did she have to keep bringing up Aria? And why the fuck did I care? Aria didn’t want this to be a real marriage. She couldn’t even stand my fucking closeness.
When I returned home, I went straight into the shower, not even glancing toward my sleeping wife, and cleaned myself under the hot spray. Returning to bed with Aria after what I’d done felt…wrong. I crept through the darkness, but even in the dim light I could make out the golden halo of her hair on the pillow. She was turned toward my side.
I carefully slid into bed. Aria didn’t stir. As my eyes grew accustomed to the dark, I made out her face and her bare shoulder. Her sweet, flowery scent drifted into my nose and suddenly I felt the urge to shower again. Fuck. I never wanted to marry, never wanted a woman at my side, in my life. But now I had a wife, a wife who didn’t want my touch when all I could do was think about touching her.
I rolled over, turning my back to her. I wasn’t sure what Aria was hoping for, but I knew she wouldn’t get it. And she was obviously determined not to give me what I wanted, either.
The next morning, I left bed early, not wanting to face my wife. I wasn’t worried that she’d realize where I had been; Aria didn’t have experience with men, so she wouldn’t be able to link my behavior to my nightly visit, but I was wary of being in her presence because, even without having to look at her, my fucking conscience was already giving me trouble. Before Aria, I had been convinced I didn’t have one to begin with.
I’d never felt like it, and it didn’t even make sense. Aria didn’t want this marriage. She’d been forced into this and made it plainly clear how unwilling she was.
CHAPTER 10
I felt like an intruder in my own penthouse. Trying to evade Aria was almost impossible. Wherever I went, her scent seemed to linger. I was growing tired of having to tiptoe around the fucking apartment, of not knowing how to handle the woman in front of me. My go-to reaction with anyone else would have been harshness, maybe even a threat or violence. My father had never walked on eggshells around his wives. He’d broken them until they anticipated his every demand before he ever uttered a word.