Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27465 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27465 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
“Do you feel me everywhere, baby. Feel how deep I am inside of you.” I grind against her ass, destroying myself. “Don’t ever try to take this from me, angel. Do you see how crazy you make me when I think of us not together?” She nods, her ass grinding against me. Like the fucking vixen she is, her pussy muscles squeeze my cock and I shoot inside of her, not saying anything, but letting my warm liquid do the talking.
Her eyes roll to the back of her head and she sags against me, breathing hard and shaking. This is what I am going to hold onto. Every-fucking-day. “I love you, Słodki anioł.” I nudge her neck before sliding out of her and lifting her into my arms.
“I love you too, Jozef. I’m sorry. I’m just scared. I didn’t realize how naive I was until now.”
“I know, baby. It is your innocence that grabbed me first. But, we have a child to think of now. We have to be strong together. You have to trust me, baby. No matter what. Can you do that?”
“I can try.” I suppose for now that will have to do. Now I just have to destroy our enemies so we can have a future.
CHAPTER
SIX
AISLING
THREE DAYS LATER
I don’t know what to do. I literally don’t know what to do. Ever since Jozef has told me everything that is going on and about himself I have felt confused, withdrawn and so freaking scared. Yeah, so, this week has been awful. It is downright hard trying to act like I don't know what I know. To top it all off, the baby is extra upset and I have been vomiting at more intervals.
Ever since that night, a few days ago when I tried to end things with him, he has been putting extra pressure on me to marry him and I would be lying if I didn’t say I don’t want it. I mean hell every night he is in my bed between my legs, telling me he loves me, pushing declarations from me between orgasms and emotional outbursts. I love him. But can I be a mob wife? What is this? Some type of lifetime movie? I don’t know what to do.
“Ling, ling” the intercom on my desk buzzes, sending jolts of fear through me. “Bring me a drink.”
Ugh. “Yes sir.” I walk a glass of scotch in his office and sit it on his desk. His eyes track me like a predator and I feel so exposed even though I'm clothed from my neck to my knees.
“Come here.” His voice is hard and commanding. My instinct is to evade and walk out, but right now, I can’t. I have no protection.
“Sir?”
“I said come here.” he scoots back slightly from his desk and my knees begin to shake. I know what happens when you don’t do as he asks. I once watched him force a girl to lick his shoe when she didn’t come when he said to.
When I make it to his side of the desk, his eyes run up my legs and I force the bile back down my throat even though my baby wants to vomit all over his overstuffed suit. “You are filling out that skirt nicely.” I feel dirty and like I need a shower. I don't say anything to him. I just stare, praying for this conversation to be over.
“Do you know what I have been wondering little Ling?” I shake my head trying to stop the tears from coming. “What do you look like out of it?” he says, clinking his drink and licking his lips. My belly lurches and begins to rumble.
“I'm sorry, sir?” Maybe if I fiend confusion this moment can be over. I mean surely he is not saying what I think he is.
“You heard me. Why don’t you hike that skirt up and let me see that Irish pussy?”
“Oh God.” I can't hold it in any longer. I turn as fast as I can barely making it to the garbage can before vomit comes out of my mouth. He curses behind me and scoots his chair away.
“Are you fucking sick?'' The disgust is real and I feel a level of satisfaction knowing he feels even an ounce of what he has made me feel.
“Yes sir. The flu, I believe.” No way in hell I am telling him about my baby.
“Then why the hell are you here spreading it around my office?”
“You don't like it when I call off, sir,” I say in my sweetest voice.
“Fuck that. You sick, you stay the fuck home. Go home, Ling and do not come back here until you are better. I will send my doctor to check on you.” Shit.
“Oh no need, sir. I will go straight to mine.” His eyes pierce me and I wonder if I protested too much. He blinks and nods before turning to his phone and dismissing me. I make it to the apartment and barely have my clothes off when the door flies open and Jozef comes in, hurrying across the room and gathering me in his arms. As much as I am protesting, right now, I am crying in his arms, so relieved to be in his arms and away from Stepan.