Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 138003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 690(@200wpm)___ 552(@250wpm)___ 460(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 690(@200wpm)___ 552(@250wpm)___ 460(@300wpm)
“Please.” The word hits the air in a soft exhale that sounds like a siren call.
I press my palm to her pussy. “Ah, princess, you’re burning for me here.”
“The p-people,” she stutters, her body jolting forward as I curl my middle finger inward.
I don’t bother looking up. Out on the sun-drenched terrace, men in light-colored suits wait for us.
“Let them wait. They can’t see in.” Would I give a damn if they could? Yes, I decide. I wouldn’t share her for anything.
I slide my foot between hers, widening her stance. Something inside me unclenches as her body melts against me like wax.
Lavender exhales a stuttering sigh as my mouth slides across the nape of her neck. The tips of my fingers slip under her white bikini bottoms, and we both groan.
“How you’ve made a glutton out of me.”
8
RAIF
“How dangerous are you?”
Across the terrace, my new wife lifts her sunglasses to see me better.
I put down my pen, close the leather document folder, and lean back in the chair. After the ceremony, I’d seated myself at the dining table and gave a solid impression of someone engrossed in paperwork. Someone who hadn’t resorted to curling his fingers around the chair arms until they turned chalk white and ached. I longed to cross the distance between us, to lift her from the sun lounger and carry her into the bedroom, picking up where we left off.
But there are two issues with this.
It wasn’t the agreement we made.
And in doing so, I win her body, but I also lose. Because it would be playing right into her hands.
So here I’ve sat for the past eighty-seven minutes, trying to talk myself out of the decisions I’d made.
Messy wasn’t what I’d planned for. My life is fucked up enough. I’d stared at the documents Lachlan left, reading the same page over without any of it sinking in. All I could think about was how wrong this is. And how right she felt pressed against me. Those tiny, desperate breaths she’d made echoed in my ear, and my skin prickled to feel her squirming against me again. She’d wanted my fingers so badly but refused to admit her need.
I guess I’m as bad as her because it took every ounce of my fucking willpower not to push them inside. I wanted her shocked gasp and needed to feel her sweet pussy walls throbbing around me. I would have if she were any other girl. I would’ve have taken my fill, bent her over the sofa, and fucked her right there without a thought for who might walk in.
But Lavender is… not so easy. With every look, she flays. And every touch is like a war waged. And sometimes wars are inevitable, no matter the stakes. But to the victor go the spoils. And I’m coming for them.
“I promise to…” give you my body for multiple seven figures.
It should make her complicit, at least. Instead, she looks at me as though I’m the one in the wrong. And maybe I am, but I do know that I don’t have one ounce of regret. I can’t wait for the full wedding experience because that’s what the last eighty—nine minutes now—have come down to.
I want her. And I’m going to have her.
No need for it to interfere with the rest of my plans.
I plan on fucking her so well that she won’t be able to resist me for the duration of our marriage.
“Has the cat got your tongue?” she taunts when I don’t immediately answer.
“You ought to hope not. You’d miss it too much.”
She gives an arctic twist of her lips and drops her sunglasses back in place. With a sigh, she raises both hands over her head.
At least I know I’m not suffering alone. During our wedding interval, she’d almost pulled my hair from the roots once she realized I wasn’t going to finish her off. She called me sadistic and huffed when I said it was just unfinished business. Then she’d muttered something that sounded like I was lucky she didn’t finish me off.
Not the same connotations.
Lavender sighs theatrically and reaches back to curl over the top of the sun lounger. Then she arches her back like the pretty little cock tease she is.
My cock feels teased plenty. Point in fact, once the ceremony was over and the documents signed, I’d hustled everyone out of the door. Everyone but Lachlan, who’d insisted on a few words. We’d stepped into the home office, and he stopped short of asking me why the prenup needed to be changed in such a hurry, why it had jumped from one million to over five. Not that an idiot couldn’t guess what we’d been up to in the villa. I guess the fact that I can’t keep my eyes off her also doesn’t help.